If there was a competition for prettiest girl
Bonnie would probably win it, look at her curl!
Ginger curl laid on her forehead with a swirl.
St Paddy Day speaker gave his girl a quick twirl.
before you cut your hair
it was a long river
for swimming hands
took a boat ride
just you
and a flowing heart
above a rolling hull
a seagull
combed the sky
over your pale shoulders
she is a cute girl
looks great when up hair does curl
necklace with each pearl
Please keep me from falling
I’m a hair on your head.
Don’t leave me some morning
All alone on our bed.
Don't let me be parted
Or removed from my roots.
Please keep me from falling
To be trampled by boots.
Don’t take me out swimming
But left floating behind.
Gargling in a pool drain
I would find most unkind.
If I should live to be
Your last hair when you're dead
I’ll drop in the coffin
To curl up by your head.
Hurl
Whirl
Curl
Watch wit
Bind fit
Frame hit
Love sows right
To reap bright
In swift flight
Watch word wit frame
How touch breeds game
In praise or blame
Glimpse poise in calm proof
Watch to see plain truth
Death is that sure roof
Leon Enriquez
13 September 2019
Singapore
There once was fellow could really jump
But his arms were blown off, left with two stumps
When with a new girl
He made her hair curl
He would dive in there, knees first, for a hump
The girl said, "Please, dear, don't do that; it hurts!
And your bare knees are just covered with dirt"
But the jumper's reply:
"I'm a civilized guy
Not a stuffed-shirt or a mud-caked pervert!"
Quatrain #813:
CURL
Craft thus prompt feel as thoughts move writes,
Urge rhymes that thrill the surge of cites;
Reach sizzles will as joy now curls,
Love lines reveal such mystic bites.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
30 October 2018
Singapore
Quatrain #261:
CURL
Cure the ***** feel with mellow glow,
Urge joy to heal the pains you know;
Robust the drill that love anchors,
Live precious thrills where peace sparks show.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
25 February 2016
Singapore
Remember the old saying, “a rhyme in time saves nine”
Now what could that mean, forget it I don't have the time
Life's too filled of puzzles
Wanna curl up and snuggle
Forget all that nonsense, live a life of sublime
© Jack Ellison 2015
The Curl is Closing – Visual 1
6/9/2015
The curl is closing overhead,
I press to move the board along.
The shark is closing to my dread.
The curl is closing overhead,
maybe the shark has just been fed,
must not wipe out I could be wrong.
The curl is closing overhead,
I press to move the board along
What is the color of your tears?
I wish I could paint them
softer blue,
then all of the oceans
can dry up and make that smile
turn into sunlit waves.
And dawn will spread your beauty,
exploding through glazed eyes
as mist gently mushes your hair.
It is at night- time though
when your toes curl
at the very slight tap of dew,
and all is afloat in life's womb again.
Contest, Lexi's Art
Visual 3
7 June 2015
Where in the world will you find a girl
Whom you could say, 'I love you', my pal
And she says in return
Come on, let us have fun
sit beside me on the couch, curl and twirl.
"Cuts and Curls," opened today.
And needing a new look, I went in right away.
"A cut and curl and perm if you please,"
I told the young man as I sat back in ease.
He shampooed my hair as I dozed in my chair.
Then dreaming of a famous mirror on the wall,
I wondered if I'd be the fairest of them all?
Prince Charming was there, and he gave me a kiss.
But he went too far and started licking my lips!
I opened my eyes, and staring up at me,
was a pampered and powdered, pink pedigree.
Then I reached for a mirror to look at my hair,
but a curly headed pink poodle was all I saw there!
A flush of red color covered my face.
Oh, why wasn't I told this was a pet grooming place!
Well, I declare.....
I detest my claim to fame!
Without a doubt, it is my shame...
I cannot tame, my tangled mane!
Did you know.... my wayward hair does not play fair?
It's almost more than I can bear!
Well, now you know...It is my woe!
My locks will grow two feet a night!
My awful plight,.... this frightful sight
is not a joke, no laughing matter!
And if I stuff it, in a hat.....
it looks like rats have raised a litter!
When it's not tucked inside my hat...
the cat attacks, jumps up my back
and digs it's claws into the thatch!
It isn't easy, to detach, she makes her bed
and sleeps the night upon my head!
It weighs a ton....and it's no fun
to keep my head upon my shoulders!
By afternoon my neck gets sore
it must be cut each day by 4:00
to keep from sweeping up the floor!
Such a chore...that I abhor!
I can't ignore my tangled locks
that strangle ankles and my socks!
And then I trip....and then I fall
and that's not all......but must not bore you any more!
But could YOU handle locks like that???
_______________________________
For the "I Declare" Contest, sponsored by Judy Konos
Her name is Mary
not Virgin Mary
or the girl with the dragon tattoo
it's Mary
the girl with a curl
when she is good
she is too good
when she is bad
she is too bad
in her teen years
she dated Wild Bill
and tried almost everything
jail
drugs
and orgies
but in her twenties
she married the other Bill
the guy from the hedge fund
who smells CK and wears
only Armani suits
and now she lives in a mansion
in suburbs
and has two beautiful kids
Her name is Mary
The girl with a curl
when she is bad
she is too bad
when she is good
she looks like a saint...
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