Crew Cut Poems | Examples

Crew Cut

  Reviewing the clippings of his mountain climbs
    like watching a flick solo for the umpteenth time

  The longer he lingered, the tireder he grew 
    ~ not much fun without the rest of the crew

My Ex Changed Her Sex

She was a strong women,
she could bench press 200 Ibs.
We drifted apart
I heard she got into female sumo wrestling,
that should have been a red flag.
We still corresponded on Facebook.

When she changed her name to Butch,
and her preferred pro-noun to Z.
I thought it may have been just me
she was pranking.

Then one night we met by chance
in the same pub.
Tats, nose bolt and red crew-cut,
her I mean, not I.

All hell broke loose
when a tough looking drunk
wolf whistled her.

Fists flew, bloody mayhem erupted.
The guy has since transgendered -

They are now dating.

My Ex Changed Her Sex

I liked her; she was a strong women,
she could bench press 200 Ibs.
We drifted apart
I heard she  got into female sumo wrestling,
I guess that should have been a red flag.
We still corresponded on Facebook.

When she changed her name to Butch
and her preferred pro-noun to Z,
I thought it may have been just me
she was pranking.

Then one night we met by chance
In the same pub.
Tats, nose bolt and red crew-cut,
her I, mean not I.

All hell broke loose
when a tough looking drunk 
wolf whistled her.
Fists flew and bloody mayhem erupted.
The guy has since transgendered -
he’s now a right pussy
and their dating.

Safety In the Classroom

whisper of a brush in a shy hand
smooth, no wrinkles, ageless

canvas dying
to be filled with primary colors

virgins
have not seen much

blur, dots, haze
blue-eyed babes

just see a mess
a good teacher

sees a masterpiece
in the crew cut

in the golden halo
in freckled face

in smooshing tuft
in Queen Anne’s Lace

9/22/2021

Dancing On the Fourth of July

All that hair 
trapped in a braid  
silver to the waist
Opal this morning
nude in the mirror
brings the braid up
between her breasts
and around her neck,
a python of her creation

that she promised Elmer
she would cut off
for a pixie hairdo
like Audrey Hepburn 
if he would take her
on the Fourth of July   
to the Senior Dance,
something Wilbur
would always do 

if she wore high heels
and that red dress
and those black 
nylons he found
with the seams
like the ones she wore 
the day he came home
all crew cut and cowlicks 
from Korea. 

Donal Mahoney

My Little Detective

My Little Detective

 
I saw and first heard
It roared like T-rex and whistled like bird
Underneath the wooden stand shall appear
A finely built little boy wearing a crew cut hair
 
Far away to the place I stayed
He sometimes banished due to slow internet bandwidth
Turned me into a blank thousand-yard stare
I longed to hear his little jaunt pleasure
 
He is a picture to reveal my happiness
An allegory to tell my journey’s success
If on a magical-intellectual land of puzzles can inhibit
He is a boon to get me deep through the thicket
 
A special break in winter, a moment so right
Find the one who likes this color code #4E9258
Whose name is in this code: 16-9-15 14-15-5-12
Reveals a saint’s name and my name is involved
 
Two factors, holy and first Christmas
He is my love, my whole life to embrace
His mother’s face, their likeness you will know
Read the clue, line-by-line as you go
 
His time so precious that I need to guard
A super sleuth knows how to trap his bard
Now I cracked the code, solved this riddle
He is my little detective, my son “Pio Noel”


September 4, 2015

And I Cried Like a Girl

And I cried like a girl

when a body is pulled out of a river, or 
the sea,” it’s just like a big piece of soap”
my dad told me, a police-man for thirty years
who battled drunken Scotsmen and the cost of
 living and brought us all up

and he told me he could drive drunk because he had 
“the badge of immunity”  because they all looked after each other
(as if we didn’t know)

then, he began to die and it took a long time
covered in sores and oxygen to die (Jesus!)
and he looked at me and said,” this is what
 you’ve got to look forward to” 


then he added “when we were young we
were afraid of no man”, and he sucked desperately at 
 the oxygen  and his face was red and puffed 
and I wanted to call out “dad! dad!”

 and he lay in a river  of pillows (like a Viking)
 but he was dead
and I cried like a girl and kissed my brother 
and mum and sisters

 and my brother’s crew cut was spiky
 my sisters and mum’s hair was soft and perfumed

and police men are looking younger 
and they 
pull soap out of rivers, make love 
and get drunk and fight everyone …

and then one day they lie in a river of pillows
and say “we were afraid of no man”

A Basket Full of Flowers Or of Trouble

The maiden was carrying a basket
it was full of sweet flowers for market
once she got there she places a blanket
then lays the bunches around a casket

A toff came along and got one for Ascot
he doffed his hat showing a crew cut
the fabric of his trousers was tricot
made up fashionably in cross cut

He invites her to join him at Ascot
leading her down to a leafy short cut
intentions clear he opens his tricot
so she made good use of hidden off cut

Flees from situation most delicate
to get involved much too intricate
after all you must follow etiquette
to remain in the temple's syndicate 

Collecting up her flowers and basket
she made her way home out of the market
she wrote never again in triplicate
as her cat came over to affricate

She sat down to a dinner of brisket
followed by a nice tasty biscuit
getting it down, she cleaned the musket
finishes day ironing her weskit

            ~~~~~~   


affricate means to rub up against
Tricot is a fabric or material
weskit is a word for waistcoat usually very ornate

Autumn Splendor

Hay so brown,
groomed,
like 
a sailor's crew cut,
still,
in 
an autumn,
field!

Cynthia
Autumn Splendor
contest by Russell Sivey
written 1998 - Rt 301
Driving through Port Royal Virginia

An Ordinary Girl

It doesn’t take much:

rustling bed covers

a whiff of Old Spice

menacing tattoos,

and I travel

backwards in time,

heart clinched with fear

my hands suddenly small and helpless,

nothing but gulping gasps

where my breath should be.

Your hair oil

Your manicured nails

Your bristly crew cut

Your fevered breath.

My writhing shame

My mangled dreams

My nightly fear

My scabbed up knees

and gangly legs

unwillingly intertwined with yours.

It doesn’t take much

and I am there,

listening to a gaggle of kids

playing on the street I know by heart,

counting the moments

until you release me

and I rejoin them,

not missing a beat

as my trembling legs

propel me over the jump-rope:

just an ordinary little girl

playing innocent games,

once more.

The State of His Hair

Girls and boys
pick up your toys
Your playground
has been shut.

There’s a man out there
with greasy hair
hellish hankering
in his gut.

That’s what we thought
till Joey’s father was caught.
He was clean shaven
with neat crew cut.

 
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
July 15, 2012

Afternoon At Mcdonalds

8 June 2012 4:33 pm

Piggy tails and finger in nose
eyes so blue an untied shoe

crew cut hair and dirty socks
running jumping don't care about clocks

red baseball outfit and soft cleated shoes
haveing too much fun to feel any blues

pony tail, blue jean shorts 
green striped shirt and giggles and snorts

all running and playing in mcdonalds play land
eat a fry and tag a hand

Smiles explode when they hear
the name that makes a childs heart cheer

Heres to you, you wonderful clown
thank you for making smiles from frowns

Chim Chimera

The mirror’s morphed me   SEE

I mimed__ the black- button eyes
sewn on it seems,      as if in a dream
  A dream of the acid kind__

  Belay! That plank _ me pirate peers
A straight-line saunter, your prisoner cannot muster.
Just send me to a new crew-cut, seer
who will remold     this immortal blunder.

Neither man nor beast  am I_ I’m a chimera
A botanist's flight of fancy....




*Chimera - an organism, or part of one, 
with at least two genetically different tissues 
resulting from mutation, the grafting of plants, 
or the insertion of foreign cells into an embryo

Highway To Heaven

-
Packed all our bags and into the car 
A family of eight a dog from the bar
My father a publican hard worker as wife
deserved all their holidays each year of their life

We struggled and pushed and found a niche seat 
a twin on a knee a boy at Mom's feet
Crew cut and bowl shape a haircut to last
A sister and mother rules they would cast

Up the long Highway M6 to the north
In the Welsh mountains and lakes not far from old Borth
Over the Menai to Holy Island port
Holyhead ship the Munster we thought

Seven in the morning up and alight 
Sugar loaf mountains pull into sight
Feeling of home of excitement and glee 
Twins are a missing Oh toilets you'll see

Down the N4 by Kilcock Dad had said 
Mullengar for a draper shop selling sausages and bread 
Past by the undertaker at the back of a dump  
A chemist is busy selling petrol at pump

Down to the Granny and uncle who dwell  
On a farm in the west with cattle and well
Black jack on bee stings and hay to a toss
Kittens and dogs and pine martens the lot

Father so proud doing well to a view
Mother delighted her brother just knew
Working for family his pride and his way
Both gave us good times as children we say

Just Like Father

01 March 2011


Just Like Father


For every single day, you’ve watched me
Remember how’d I express my thoughts
My feelings you would express as yours
Daily routine, together we stumbled to practice

In your humming, I fondly put words and we sing
In your asking, I become a learner and perceiver
In being inquisitive, I should rationalize
To prove certain things, you would not understand by now

We go on the same haircut as always the crew cut
We paired off dresses in every outdoor moment
Have the same craving for foods and things to do
Like a spider web, hanging out, interweaving close ties

“Just like Father,” words come out from your lips
I am proud to hear this coming from you
“Just like Father,” means you want to be like me
You are my son and only true admirer
I wish I could give you the best of me

You are my little hero 
Wakes me up, when I fell into an uneasy sleep
You are my little angel
Guard me through the walk in the darkest pathway
You’re my son and only true resemblance

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