A tumble of flowers and soon you look amazing dear hair
with just a smidge of lovely perfume you can scent the air
A little beret on the side and suddenly you look magnificent
when I gather you in a ponytail, you make me look innocent
If I braid you into two elegant tresses, I feel quite content
yes you get coiffed at fancy salon for I am worth every cent
If I flip you, " secret strategy of course" then he will be mine
each time I fix you up like Sunday best, you turn out Divine !
I love you hair, because you make me feel sexy and feminine
when I curl you it means I'm going out and you look just fine
You are the best part of my head and the most cared for too,
the day I was born I didn't have much of you, but today I do.
Categories:
coiffed, hair,
Form: Other
Katie’s ribs pressed against her skin,
the sharp angles of a body once soft.
She lifted her blouse, let me see—
the stubs, the little bumps,
two perfect incisions smooth as marble.
I swallowed.
Physically lubricious—I couldn’t do it.
Her perfume fought the chemo stench.
Coiffed mascara, a careful face,
a practiced smile, teeth too straight.
She asked if I still wrote poetry.
I said nothing.
Once, she stretched across the hood of my car,
blonde roots peeking through red box dye,
sipping melted ice from a gas station cup,
her freckles a map I traced in secret.
She could talk for hours,
a queen without a kingdom.
She whispered after the hysterectomy,
baby gravy’s got nowhere to go.
No need for rubber—
I trust you.
I left the room, shame humming in my jaw,
the sound of her voice stuck in my teeth.
Later, I cried.
Categories:
coiffed, america, bridal shower, death
Form: Free verse
Coiffed virtues dazzle in their radiance bright,
Seize such a soul ere it dessipitates from sight,
As vanity wanes with fleeting candescence,
Whispering peacock promises in effervescence.
Categories:
coiffed, vanity,
Form: Rhyme
"All the wings of the air shall come to you and the winds and stars shall be like relatives." Quote by: Black Elk
From whence the dust of heaven powders soft
upon each wing of creature large or small
Journey starts when stars and winds are coiffed
upon all humankind, before the crawl
All wings of air shall dip and find their kin
on leaning branch of man by forest glade
Each expedition of the soul when life begins
is always lead by sun and then by shade
Fly to the moon or fly to Mars with stilts
it doesn't really matter you have legs
Mother Earth has loved you to the hilt
so on this land you'll live until life begs
Henceforth the days of you will be like dew
upon the earth, by God's supine design
The elk, the moose, the caribou and you
all walkers of the earth on heaven's time
From whence the dust of heaven powders soft,
as on this earth the wings of man remain, aloft.
Categories:
coiffed, analogy, appreciation, growing up,
Form: Rhyme
The poetry of the sapphire in your stirring eye's
oceanic grace,
a strand of pearls on your regal neck of a
soft swan,
on a lake of symphonic dreams splendor
gliding in your grandeur.
Our Diana, your presence of ladylike style
and fashion,
you spoke in feminine melodies.
The people's princess, we loved you
from afar,
your sandy colored hair coiffed elegantly,
charitable and caring humanitarian.
Tiara of silver and diamonds,
of a demure humility.
You sleep, dear beauty,
in Britain's sorrow that swept through
many nations.
How we wept as the cathedral bells pealed
the mourning day of your funeral.
Your legend of love for your sons,
of your triumph from tears-
our Diana, lovely as a summer garden,
blushing English rose eternal. ~
Categories:
coiffed, 7th grade, 8th grade,
Form: Free verse
OLD AND NEW 2 : BOARDROOM
Jackal preyed on dimpled dolls
smiling gold on slender wrist
nosing down a slippery path
scowling schoolboy promoted
beyond his mediocre castle
Mammals sat on polished teak
coiffed moustaches, tonged peaks
feeding unclipped grapevines
old words and wounds
eating raisin muffins
Falcon scribbled notes
watching eyes serving
newly ordained masters
legalese from a previous
age flowed from fine shifting
fingers in a cage
Overgrown thyroid sat there
his infantry lost in teeming
townships blaring transistors
interrogators of another time
peeped at a polished tiger-eye
on his seat
Minds like noisy tools
drilled atomic holes in
the boardroom table
beaded headdresses falling
from fat oozing french seams
They will learn Christmas carols
in mint retirement homes
when the table losses its legs
©GhairoDanielsPoetry1997
Categories:
coiffed, africa, allegory, confusion, extended
Form: Political Verse
Inviting you into my heart was both a blessing and a curse did you not think ?
to tell me in less reckless ways you lost yourself in this fragile dance for two
Inside this tango of passion you dipped then dropped, where was the floor ?
that swallowed me like a Spanish dancer with a Rose between her lips
Idealistic player that you are we fitted right, so what sin did I commit?
Truth be told the only one that I could think of was loving you too much
Ignoring all your calls I tried to make a life without you in it but why oh why ?
tackling all my dance moves you got me like a Flemish wounded poppet
Indian giver that you are you loved then passed it on, so why was she ?
tangerine lipped & coiffed congealed to your chest like a Minerva Goddess
Ice cream words melted from the heat, castanets clapped & where were you ?
tendencies often nothing more than Paso Doble moves for you, so you slid
Inside your wealth like a hoof. A Hexabranchus man, did you not miss?
the little doll you toyed with in Valencia while the festival of fire was going on !
August 27 2022
Sponsor Mark Toney
Contest Name 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 13
Categories:
coiffed, dance, lost love,
Form: Couplet
He dresses in robes, carefully coiffed
He enters the nave, mitre is doffed
He preaches a tale, to eager sheep
He fleeces their wool, his tithe to keep
He blesses the flock, they’ve had their fill
He slithers away, forked tongue now still
January 1, 2022
Categories:
coiffed, allegory, satire,
Form: Rhyme
The Lion's Tooth is heaped with scorn,
ripped, reviled, ravaged, torn.
Each spring reborn to man forlorn,
the Lion's Tooth is heaped with scorn.
Born of the grass with yellow amass,
some call him weed,
but I heed not their hateful creed
and I spread not their deadly feed.
On a summer's day, coiffed in gray,
he mounts his stealthy steed
and flies again to primal need,
forevermore to sow his seed.
The Lion's Tooth is heaped with scorn,
ripped, reviled, ravaged, torn.
Yet, to his true nature faithful sworn,
the Lion's Tooth shall ever adorn!
Categories:
coiffed, appreciation, flower, summer,
Form: Rhyme
He fancies himself a Yankee Doodle
He does, my nattily coiffed French Poodle
Struts with nose in the air
Flaunting his layered hair
Just got him a playmate ~ a grizzly bear
Categories:
coiffed, confidence, dog, hair,
Form: Rhyme
It was midnight,
solemn residue in the moonlight
inched along the staircase shadows began to sway,
a flickering of candlelight
resting in sensual delights
my eyes pondered the unseen vision at play.
An image unimaginable, my scenario scenes
innate desires that rose somewhere from deep within
this wanton daydreamer dreams
the lustful love caress waiting to begin.
Without a gown, un-coiffed locks,
a humming raptured purr un- dressed
a vision memorialized in the silent stillness of the night
slow and methodical,
content with her tease egress
descending toward my body in unspeakable delight.
Hovering and suddenly exposed by the gloaming
my foot halted held in gravity's laws
emulsifying the first step as I paused
a mere image of the night stalker's roaming
the silkened cat's meow revealed her claws.
for John Lawless
Nude- descending a staircase
Categories:
coiffed, allusion,
Form: Rhyme
The Smidget Puggily learned Transcendental Meditation from the prettiest Guru. she’d ever seen. His hair and beard, perfectly coiffed, made him appear so brilliant and enlightened. He had the gentlest smile and positively exuded holiness. Not one single wrinkle or piece of lint, ever appeared upon his turban; he was perfect, in her eyes. Puggily had the most difficult time; emptying her mind; all she seemed to ever think about was him. Nevertheless, she managed to become an enlightened one. Coupled with her Smidget brain, it would not be long until she too, became a Buddha-mind; all thanks to her fantastically, wonderful and prettisome Guru.
Breathing in the light
Enlightenment is just a
Tiny Breath away.
Written 2-29-19
This poem is based on this definition of Smidget:
A completely cool individual who knows everything.
Contest:”The Smidget Puggily and Her Prettisome Guru Poetry Contest” sponsored : Caren Krutsinger
Categories:
coiffed, image, introspection, peace, people,
Form: Haibun
Who would I bring back, if I had only one
Perhaps a great leader, Kennedy or Lincoln
Or I could choose a musical icon
Such as John Lennon or Michael Jackson
Maybe a legend of the silver screen
Maybe Marilyn Monroe or James Dean
All gifts to the world, but the selfish truth
I would bring back the mother of my youth
The mother who, with sublime grace,
Applied lipstick and blush to her ivory face
The mother whose delicate jasmine perfume
Filled my childhood's every room
Whose all-day-long-to-cook beef stew
Was the first comfort food I knew
Her dancing steps, so full of ease
Until the claws of arthritis seized
Her laughter so free, her hugs so giving
Before these days of assisted living
I would return the fire to her hair
And raise her from the wheelchair
And, as I used to, watch her choose
Her dress, earrings, necklace and shoes
Then she'll softly kiss my cheek
Before going out, coiffed and sleek
To her I would give my own energy
To be, again, the woman in my memory...
10/09/18
for Caren Krutsinger's 'Who Would You Bring Back' contest
Categories:
coiffed, memory, mother, nostalgia, woman,
Form: Couplet
Evil hides behind a suit; perfectly dressed and coiffed it’s a pretty display that covers much rot. Its hate and greed are obvious reads but, often mis-interpreted by the desperate. Evil has its party; serving sour hors d’oeuvres to its guests; by the time they leave, they’re brainwashed.
Predators prowling;
Devouring prey, teeth rip flesh;
Everywhere carnage!
Categories:
coiffed, conflict, dark, evil, fear,
Form: Haibun
He was as handsome as the statue of David,
His hair coiffed and grey and very becoming.
His physical and masculine figure,
Defined by the Gods, I long to date him.
What should I say to God's plan,
Encourage us to continue to be friends and companions.
I long to marry him, after five months of getting to know you,
Look forward to seeing you again and hugging you.
Could we promise forever, just because you meet someone,
Loving him day by day, doesn't mean that you are destined to marry.
You hear of husbands and wives who met at a social,
Dated and fell in love and are now happily married.
They say if you love someone you should set them free,
If they are yours they will come back to you.
If they don't they were never yours to begin with,
Tough lesson by God, they are many miracles in your life.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
Categories:
coiffed, beautiful, blessing, friend, god,
Form: Free verse
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