Best Salon Poems
The Salon of Forbidden Ideas
is a place where the free-thinkers go
to express their unsanctioned opinions
and explore what they aren't meant to know...
At twilight, they slip through the shadows
of the alley 'twixt Far-Left and Right,
wearing black masks and cloaks of red satin,
bearing lanterns of unfiltered light.
The door to the salon is fastened
with various fashions of locks---
each one with a key and engraving
of the name of a theory or hoax.
For the one with the keys to unlock them
there awaits a most pleasant reception:
A tea in an elegant parlor
with others so-freed from deception.
Over salvers of tea cakes and lokum,
and samovars piping with steam,
they indulge in uncensored discussions
(like the cats who have gotten the cream).
The portaits of Nietzsche and Darwin,
and of Freud and Marcuse and Marx,
gaze down with intense indignation
as the fireplace feasts on their works.
Engraved on the mantle is FREEDOM,
and the roar of the flames, "Liberation!",
and the parlor is bright with the fireglow
from the canon of indoctrination.
Outside, in the mist and the darkness,
the justice wolves prowl on patrol---
sniffing fiercely for dissident skeptics
in their bloodthirsty lust for control.
The tea in the parlor continues---
as the wolves run the alleys in vain---
til the night-shadow fades into sunrise
and the guests don their masks once again.
Do you know the way to the Salon?
Do you have the keys to its door?
Simply follow the compass of Conscience,
and the pull of your heart to know more.
The alley is narrow and lonely;
you might lose your family or friends,
your religion or good reputation
before you arrive at its end...
But if you are yearning for freedom,
and the knowledge of truth is your goal,
there's an ear for your voice at the Salon,
and refreshment and peace for your soul.
Categories:
salon, america, analogy, freedom, perspective,
Form:
Rhyme
Don't come here but please go there
For this is what I have to share
About our dear hairdresser Claire.
She'll never catch you in a snare
Because her prices are more than fair.
She will cut your hair layer by layer
And will not let your head go bald or bare
So there is no glare for us to stare
And she will help you grow long wanted hair.
In this verse I have been more than fair
And if I am not I do not care
For soon I will be committed or declared
I will end this with our love for Claire
Who always has an outward flair.
So there!
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
Categories:
salon, celebration, feelings, friendship, funny
Form:
Rhyme
I'm off to the puppy salon,
to get pampered and spoiled today,
all my pup smell will be gone,
my mom, says she likes it better that way,
they will fluff and dematt,
not sure I'll love that,
but then I'll be loving,
that warm bubble bath,
my groomer will trim me all up,
in a perfect lil pup cut,
she'll trim my nails, and my feet,
so I don't slide away on the floor,
I'll get a mist of a scent that's so sweet,
a scent called pup-o-dejore,
I'll thank my mom, for a wonderful day,
I'll try, but I don't think that I'll stay this way,
but it was great,
so I'll go back,
and my new groomer will keep me,, on the right track.
Categories:
salon, animals,
Form:
Rhyme
Oh! My gosh. What is it with the girly girl
Adventure?
They say looking great is a lure
To capture
An amore. To me that's a whole other
Venture.
I am such an amateur.
I am not looking for any more pressure.
Now on to the brochure
Which supposedly has the beauty cure.
Their prices are not high on expenditures
It features
Hair cut to style which includes shampoo,
Dry, make over, manicure,
And pedicure
All done at our leisure.
For our listening pleasure
All work will be done to the overture
Of Bach which some deemed as torture.
Any way the end result was everyone comes
Out a beautiful relaxed creature
Who has been in hiding like a lost treasure.
We are supposedly feeling less insecure,
And more sure,
Of our future.
I need a picture.
Categories:
salon, adventure, appreciation, beauty, caregiving,
Form:
Rhyme
Add #1
‘Kimmy's Bliss’ hair and nails will be coming and soon,
Find it easy to cry, hate to howl at the moon?
Well the ‘Kimmy's Bliss’ promise is "sheer hair delight,"
You will marvel that prices are not out of sight.
Add #2
‘Kimmy's Bliss’ isn’t flashy, a star in a jar,
In a ‘Hollywood Second’ blow past highest bar,
She's an artist of fashion, a Queen on ‘Hair Street,’
Watch your blues and self-doubts all retreat in defeat.
Add #3
Are you longing for Spring, colors float in the air,
‘Kimmy's Bliss’ is the answer for people who care,
With new color de rigueur and hairdos divine,
You will want to make Kimmy your new Valentine!
Add #4
Find here chemistry, knowledge, skill, passion, and art,
You can get them here blended or served a la carte,
‘Kimmy's Bliss’ is new product, a great hair care gel,
And her "Wow!" "Highest Ratings!" should all doubts dispel!
Add #5
‘Kimmy's Bliss’ means to serve you, to integrate dream,
Won't be leaving you bankrupt a bit down the stream,
Multi-talented people can help you reach goal,
You can walk in divided, return to life whole!
Add #6
‘Kimmy's Bliss’ “Boss” writes poems (like this) for a treat,
And she’s happy, for now he is off of the street,
Answers phones and, if challenged, writes ‘Rhymes for a Dime!’
Hint: you ‘like’ them, might give you a discount next time.
Add #7 (Abekah Emmanuel of PoemHunter.com inspired this one!)
Seems like drums in the jungle are restless tonight,
You’ve got urge to break free, indulge new appetite,
Well, let Kimmy's Bliss' skills help you blaze a new trail,
Set aside a bleak life or try out one less pale.
Brian Johnston
July 29, 2017
Poet's Notes:
My wife Kimmy will be opening a new hair styling and nail shop in the near future in Sunnyvale, CA and I am trying to help out by writing short poems that I may use as newspaper advertisements. This poem is a collection of mini-adds I have written so far. Please tell us what you think. Any and all suggestions will be treasured! Ha!
Also: a note of gratitude to the old ‘Burma Shave’ adds along the highways of my youth and, of course, to Abekah Emmanual of Ghana.
Categories:
salon, caregiving, happiness, humor, inspiration,
Form:
Quatrain
Hurricanes scour
everything they touch,
then rinse and
blow dry.
Categories:
salon, beauty, storm, water, wind,
Form:
Free verse
SALON
IT IS THE PLACE TO GET REVAMP,
REVAMP OF THE FACE TAKES
PLACE.
BUT YOU CAN REVAMP YOUR INNER SOUL.
THE BEAUTY SALON IS THE PLACE.
AS BARBER CHOPS DOWN YOUR HAIR,
SAME WAY THE PEOPLE AROUND YOU
CHOPS DOWN YOUR
HONESTY N PRIDE.
YOU CAN THINK AT SALON AND CAN
GET REVAMP OF YOUR SOUL.
WHICH WILL TAKE YOU TO
SANITY.
THINK HOW YOUR HAIR
BEING CHOPPED BY SCISSOR
AS A WEAPON.
AND SAME WITH YOUR SOUL IS BEING
CHOPPED BY PEOPLE AND
GREED IS THE CULPRIT.
SALON IS THE PLACE TO THINK.
I THINK SO !!!
AS BARBER IS YOUR ANGEL
TO HIS TUNES YOU MOVE
YOUR HEAD.
BUT YOU ARE YOUR MASTER
TO MOVE YOUR HEART TO
YOUR TUNES.
SALON IS THE PLACE WHERE YOU PAY
YOUR WEALTH FOR REVAMP OF
YOUR FACE,
AND FOR REVAMP OF YOUR
SOUL
YOU HAVE TO PAY IN THE PRICE
OF SACRIFICE
LOVE
AFFECTION N
CARE.
SALON IS THE PLACE TO REVAMP
YOUR SOUL
I THINK SO!!!
Categories:
salon, lifepeople, people,
Form:
People often say now I understand
When they hear that I'm from Paree
Not Gay Paree silly, but redneck
In the heart of Tennessee
I am the newest style of hairdressers
Here to lay out all the facts
I no longer work on the tops of heads
But straight out of the pits
It all happened when I got bored
With the every day to day
Trimming of the head left me feeling dead
That's when it hit me..."Underarm Braid"
That right there was my life saver
That right there was my turn around
If it didn't make me world famous
At least it did on this side of town
Now people come from as far as Nashville
To have their underarms done
I even gave a left and right pit Mohawk
To the Governor's daughter and son
What? Did you think I only braided?
There's so much more that I can do
Just ask the Punk Rock Chick's that wait in line
To have their armpits colored blue
My older clientele have let there hair grow out
Since it is they learned
I'm now specializing in for both women and men
Their favorite sets and perms
So feel the freedom of the pits
That hippie chicks have long since known
Here at Michael's Salon Of Pits
We'll do something special with that growth
Categories:
salon, funny, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Be bear aware
Be prepared
Bring bear spray
And a nail file, too
In case you see the bruin
And she wants you to style her hair
And while you're at it
You can give her a pedicure, too.
JB49
Categories:
salon, funny, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
Mr. and Mrs. Medusa
Put their huge hats on their heads
To constrain their hair that always
Looks like they just got out of bed
They drove off to the hair salon
Even though they remembered
That when her mom asked long ago
For a trim, she got dismembered
Hey mister, said the stylist
If you are here to be groomed
With all that hair in the air
You’d be better off getting pruned
Me, a hideous haircut?
No madam, not on your life
I’ve been growing these locks out
Just as stunningly as my wife’s
These aren’t your ho-hum dreadlocks
Or some kind of mystic braiding
They’re hereditary snake heads
But they’re always cascading
So we need a special perm
Says the Mr. and the Mrs.
To try and cut down on the squirm
Plus tone down the galling hisses
Hopefully with custom hair care
We’ll have less troubles when shopping
So people don’t turn into rock
Followed by pitiful dropping
We are just people persons
Stuck with this rattlebrained hair
So barber please do your thing
But first you better take care
To put on a welder’s helmet
Or at least a sturdy blindfold
We know you can untangle it
Since you’re the best we are told
You ask me to revamp your hair
Which in fact are laughably snakes
Yeah right, said the doubting stylist
You sound like a couple of flakes
Then a kid pulls at their hat
To expose a wiggling lock
But he looks at the snake’s head
And turns solid as a rock
That’s when a nosey customer
Takes pictures with her phone
Though she couldn’t get a selfie
Having turned into a stone
Now let that be a warning
So that you don’t fossilize
Don’t ever try to gamble
By beholding our snake eyes!
Categories:
salon, fun, hair, mythology,
Form:
Rhyme
I'm loathe to agonize, but it's an issue guys!
Some cash wafts heaven sent, but spoils like excrement!
It's shops long hours that stink (are driving me to drink!)
I sit home long retired. She's younger, art inspired;
she loves her work's deft strokes on hair for gals (YES! BLOKES!)
Immediate cut's praise (while poet waits for days!
I drown in Facebook jokes and wonder if praise hoax
for posted verse I write and launch into "good night."
Some guess Love's fantasy (I doubt that it's just me!
Alright, let's say I dream!) I will admit I scheme!
Fake praise (my choice) to slams, from digital 'I AM's!'
I'm proud, in fact, to share a love that's mine! I dare
to dream she's coming home, that love means we don't roam!
Fate lurks if fates exist? Her bliss helps me get kissed!
My sacrifice, right now, earns star? Gosh! Holy cow!
She's younger, should I blush, or just say she's my crush;
her laughter floats my boat; she's poison's antidote!
To artists, she's a brush, to patrons, she's art's rush!
Though blind, I think I'd see that loving her I'm free
to be myself! Complaints? Love blooms with no constaints!
My life's what I'd propose if she was just a rose!
Folks get this (or they faint), but I am sure no saint!
Long Tooth
May 8th in 2023
Categories:
salon, humor, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Shoes were always, always a big thing,
On the major avenues.
Shoes were big, but bigger then ever- they were vibrant.
Vibrant, and full as Hollywood Avenue itself.
The avenue everyone who was anyone heard of.
Hollywood Avenue .
It was Ms. Maam to Mrs. Vibrant Salon
The salon that “snap-fingers at, shoes”
Vibrant Salon was like Capital Records, Capital Bank, the state capital-
Too; high paid employment, beautiful men, women with big dreams and a lot of time
to shop.
The entrance to the hottest car parking lots, hotels and restaurants
Vibrant Salon had it all, absolutely-
They had young girls who wanted boyfriends
Women who sold; perfumes, coats jewelry out of their cars-
Vibrant Salon was way large, but more so-
It was vibrant
Unique color; with abstract matching patterns
Creative arts with the frame work included
That came from far away lands.
Salon professionalism and the sexiest apolstry.
Vibrant Salons
Vibrant and large
Salon like arcilicture
And salon like fame
Vibrant and unique
Hand polished and full of professionalism
Vibrant Salon had it all-
Older girls that had been presented awards
Vibrant finger nail polish that made your feet look Hollywood Avenue worthy
They were the ones that were “all that”
“All that and Vibrant”
Salon like professionalism and vibrant Hollywood attitude
Vibrant Salon,
Categories:
salon, family
Form:
Salon
Vanity spewing unchecked to an unwillingly captive audience
"I am this and I did that", "look at me, me, me"!
"Make me pretty, I am pretty, I am aren't I"?
Maybe I am just tired or tainted
or just possibly because I am bald by choice
probably.
So much time spent on words without value
time that will never be retrieved
a seemingly limitless future of endless words
if only that were true.
This one minute, one second, may well be the last
the one that truly matters
use every word wisely
you may well be having that final word.
Sdallen
Categories:
salon, introspection, social, may,
Form:
Free verse
Mon Dieu she shrieked, I watched him standing there,
Beneath the Gogh, the suit was Weatherill.
He sipped cognac (Eden de Gautier)
And on his arm some filly from Brazil.
You heard, of course, poor dear, she knew the drill.
What must she think: her dress, she wore Chanel,
The shoes, Vuitton, I thought were overkill
But then she smiled; I swear he almost fell.
Madame, the coiffeur calls please take the chair.
She feigns a smile, the fragrance tastes Patou.
He's suave, he knows, he gently combs the air
And asks, Madame, what can I do for you.
She flicks her hair as if she's in distress.
He knows she knows that men have died for less.
- [ ]
Categories:
salon, humor,
Form:
Sonnet
He said what he had to say
to tell the story
He did what he had to do
to rescue time
He paid what he had to pay
to bribe the jailers
He gave what he had to give
—per Gertrude Stein
(Dreamsleep: February, 2023)
Categories:
salon, memory,
Form:
Rhyme