Best Styling Poems
Blue Girls
John Crowe Ransom
Styling in your leggings, wildly designed,
Strutting to classes in your modern schools—
While texting. Roll your eyes at those old fools
Who think they're so refined.
Toss back the pink extensions in your hair,
And think no more of SAT's at all.
But plan to meet bff's at the mall
To shop for earrings there.
Make duck-face selfies while guys who watch dream
about your lovely, well-toned flesh so tight.
It will sag some day, bringing no delight—
in spite of firming creams.
You think I don't know beauty, but I do!
I know a woman with a poison tongue
and beady eyes that used to be bright-blue.
She turned heads near and far when she was young
and surely knocked the shine off all of you.
Green geisha grins
Charming the gentlemen
Eyes like chocolate pools
Drown in their sweetness
Their sweetness uniqueness
Able to sweep away grief
Smiling and styling
Dance romanced by
Graceful hands following
The glance of envy
Avoiding sin of selfish men
Entertaining in elegance
Geisha wrist gives a twist
Pouring hot tea delicately
With a sip from lotus lip
Chatter flatters intelligently
You will always wish
For a confetti kiss
Celebrated but not cheap
Not free.
Nervous, anxious, praying
my love I express.
Girlfriend blubbers saying
I’ll marry you - yes!
Parents very happy
we are getting wed,
Bridegroom joyful chappie
banns need to be read!
Joyful girlfriend smiling,
seals love with a kiss
Planning wedding styling
no longer a ‘miss’!
Booking summer wedding,
bridesmaid will wear blue,
blissful marriage heading
darling I love you!
2/14/18
HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!
Checked with 'rhymezone' and how many syllables
88 syllables Contest
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Back in those heavy times when everything was so far out
Our words were but a whisper, the mans were but a shout
Flower power was spreading, and everything was out of sight
Preaching peace through out the days, and gettin our groove on into the night
But we were always gettin hassled, by the fuzz, the man, the pigs
They didn't want us smokin doobies, and flashin peace signs, can ya dig?
Then peace and love had flourished, we needed to get funky and do our thing
We needed a place to get our groove on, so the discos were the scene
The threads we wore back then were styling, some were off the hook!
It's hard to believe with the slim bread we made, we could carry that funky look?
Bellbottoms, platform shoes, and jump suits people were a cravin
Boogieing away the nights in the discos, where the lights were just a blazin
Then the foxy chicks started getting pregoed, and the discos no longer Dyno-mite!
Men needed to start makin more bread, and trying to live the family life
But gigs weren't easy to find, and life became somewhat of a drag
Some of the dudes skipped town, leaving the foxy mamas holding the bag
Well thats the skinny of the seventies, the lowdown of peoples ways
So keep on truckin all you cool cats and foxy mamas
And remember all those ~Freaky, ~Far Out, ~Out Of Sight days
Dan Kearley:1-21-12
long hair a sign of rebellion
a leveler for rich and poor
"no money for a hair cut?"
"no problem - you're styling!"
the flannel credo
cheap and colorful
soft, softer, old and see through the
softest
the perfect place to ride
a rebel heart
a two-fingered salute
to the military industrial machine
haywire on testosterone
stick a daisy in that barrel buddy
sex, now that was a rebellion
guiltless sex lauded
"If you can't be with the one you love"
"love the one you're with -- "
take your third eye
use your second sight
put horns on Nixon's head
and fight war
for peace
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qs6aaaJBAv0
The rockin days of roller skating
Just traveling round and round
Hoping you don't bump into someone
Causing you to both fall down
The music would be blaring
And the lights would set the mood
Girls go around smiling at the guys
Hoping some guy would smile back too
There was always some guy styling
Trying to impress everyone with his moves
He had the best pair of roller skates
Which made him the coolist of the cool
He was the one that sparked you
Made you want to try a couple new moves
So one day you could skate like him
And be the coolist of the cool
Those wild days of roller skating
When problems were all left at the door
Everyone rolling around in a big circle
Hoping their bodies never hit the floor
Dan Kearley:1-27-12
"Enemy Suit"
If you are my online styling enemy,
Then I love you more than poop and snakes combine
I'd pray to God, every night,
'Ask him to fill your room with termites
Once in a while, I'd ask him to give you grace
In hopes today, you don't expose the green monster face
Enough said for the time to be.
To:
My dearest enemy, my mentor
I want you to know, you taught me well
Tonight I Will Put On My Enemy's Clothes
And I'll be the fake friend that hugs you
Hugs, Hugs, Love, Love Linda
Camera engaging
Strictly amazing
Focusing bring it in.
Spinning grinning
Beautiful motions
Black suede skin
Picturesque, patient,
persevering persistently
Photogenic Super star
No scars
Long limbs
Black swan
Posing however delighted
Super star
Touch the sky
Excited
Clicking flicking whirling twirling
Brand and smiling styling.
Girl in, a world of her own
Mystic bones
Her alone
Catwalk it
The camera is her home
Personality astounding
Youngstar shinning brightly
Defining
Attitude divining
From bebop, swing to hip-hops thing
True poets had it best
For there is a rhythm in the soul,
Which they all just had to express
Some could not control
This powerful thing
Was so often put to the test
It began to dawn coming on strong
Within the birth of a thing
Called the Harlem Renaissance
That jazz, that poetic-jazz, of intense birth
Possessing syncopated rhythms
And chronic expression of surreal tunes
That perfected blend of jazz-poetry
Developed into what it is today.
Thanks to poets like Carl Dunbar and Langston Hughes
That jazz, that jazz, that wonderful poetic-jazz
Being bred of pride, lyrical form and grace
Transcended cultural barriers
Readily accepted in the 1950’s by the humane race
Therefore, the mantra had begun to be
So freely expressed within poetic lyrics
To syncopated beats moving on through the 60’s and 70’s
By way of beat poets like Amiri Baraka
Returning strong throughout the 70’s and 80’s
Thanks to artist like Gil Scott-Heron
Oh, snap he was one of the founding fathers
Of spoken word poetry known to youngsters
Borne to free-styling or hitting the beats
On stage or in the streets
Yes, you’ve guessed it, most def its rap
Re-educating the poet in me, thanks to that thing
In which made many a heart sing
As these icons did their thing
Starting with something called modern day jazz-poetry…
Born during the Harlem renaissance and still going strong
Comments: I hope that you have enjoyed this free verse
tribute to some of the greatest modern day
founders of what is known as Jazz-Poetry.
A men only poem, well I never-
that is something odd, for a start
submissions from men
who pick noses and then
will polish it off with a fart.
We undress like drunken mime artists
look like we get dressed in the dark
steer cars like we're swimmin'
and then complain women
do not have a clue how to park.
Our cooking skills are just amazing
we're known for our barbecue fame
coz we somehow have learnt
just which food has been burnt
when it's black it all looks just the same
Our acting is worthy of Oscars
or any such Thespian cup
stagger home fully juiced
with some drunken excuse
but we still avoid getting beat up
In beachwear we are an Adonis
our styling choices are quite bold
from speedos so weeny
to full on Mankinis
...it's small coz the water's too cold....
The world would be worse off without us
devoid of intelligent life
there's nothing to rival
our power of survival
except for the girlfriend.
Or wife.
She told me to put that bit in.
Yes, dear.
I'll be right there.
Submitted with my missus' grudging permission for contest 'Men only #2,
sponsored by Kelly Deschler
July 16th 2015
Do you
ever feel!?
Upside down
sideways
and bent
backwards?
Snowboarding
down slopes
of discontent
challenging
and
dangerous
With
temperatures
on the
flip side
of minus
forty degrees
hellbent
and
freezer burned
pleading
Traversing
the
powdery deeps
With
a slope of
snow rattling
your
bending knees
Freestyle
jumping
turning atop
breezes
while
twisting inside
Thinking
what a ride
While
in flight
then
flipping upright
while praying
to land
on a dime
with no
broken bones
in a
Wipeout
Just the
shattered
nerves
of an
athletes time
in their
moment
of
free styling
just shining
and stopping
on that
dime
March like a southern university battle of the bands bayou classic styling drum-
mAjor for peace - bending over backwards on freedoms field of racial equality.
a dReamer is sleeping - but we as a people have awakened to remember and live
your dream as our reality.
you Taught us how to fight and win with
non vIolence as a movemnt.
oh my a Nobel peace prizeman
struggLed peacefully initiating
lunch coUnter sit ins - encountering violence.
even jail Time,
evil water Hoses, police dogs barking up
the wrong trEe.
this is a reveRend ordained by god!
a clergyman taKing jim crow off the menu.
his people got tIred of
trying to constaNtly stomach injustice.
rosa parks did not Get up and settle for
an indigestive preJudice plate of racist gout causing jim crow
thank god her feet weRe swelling with hurt - she stayed seated and broke
a discriminating plate.
P erpetual swagger
I ntoxicating personality
Z ing to the zang of everything
A ttractively styling
Z ealous attitude of royalty
Z enith of attributes
Constantly loyal to charisma. Alarmingly charming
Do you
ever feel!?
Upside down
sideways
and bent
backwards?
Snowboarding
down slopes
of discontent
challenging
and
dangerous
With
temperatures
on the
flip side
of minus
forty degrees
hellbent
and
freezer burned
pleading
Traversing
the
powdery deeps
With
a slope of
snow rattling
your
bending knees
Freestyle
jumping
turning atop
breezes
while
twisting inside
Thinking
what a ride
While
in flight
then
flipping upright
while praying
to land
on a dime
with no
broken bones
in a
Wipeout
Just the
shattered
nerves
of an
athletes time
in their
moment
of
free styling
just shining
and stopping
on that
dime
amidst
the
mounting
snow of
Time
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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.