Shorter hair often gets greasier
Because there is nowhere else at all
For the oil to seep from scalp easier,
But I chose this, so I take the fall.
in the sixties we girls wore our hair like poodles
teased it up in a poofy way curled and high
stuck a small velvet bow right in front
two inches above our noses
and thought we looked rather posh
not understanding we looked like fancy poodles
I used to dream when I was young,
I would remove all of the thorns
of the most beautiful flowers
and place them in her hair,
lovingly,
Innocence is cute, its so divine,
then you grow up not so fine,
that girl you knew as a child,
can't even remember her name,
sadly,
There's a loneliness to every soul,
eating alone in a popular food court,
they may enjoy the meal, cooked well,
but in the end, solitary doesn't taste as good,
and love declines as the demon in you climbs
and now you realize, its a tragic fairy-tale
and now the large world appears small
and insects on your skin now crawl,
The realization,
it makes you sick,
now, floating past the jetty,
the strands of her hair.....
Field with display of green catkins in the candlelight
From the hidden chamber the dormant hair-bun loosened
Foam and current from the sea through the fidgety foliage
Night in a machination to summon the lightning clouds
___________________
September 9, 2025
Flowers in my hair
pigtails light as air
Sequenced bows oh what flair
for a pretty girl named Claire.
Many headbands I shall wear,
count them if you dare !
As cobalt drops collect on her comb
Summer swift hair carries her home
i think that even if i were to change,
nothing else would
i think there will always be something
wrong with me
no matter how normal i look
why should anyone recognize me anyway? my bright pink hair
doesn’t make me less dull
i try to ignore the laughs, the stares, the outward thoughts of people thinking,
“what a weird *!”
i really cannot blame them;
i think the same thing
do these people really not care what anyone thinks of them?
perhaps i am strange in the way that my brain allows me to
still think with individuality
i want to go home where everyone tells me they hate my stupid hair instead of
just staring at me until i figure it out
Autumn (TSF)
Autumn`s
Beauty
In leaves,
Saffron
Tinted
Flying
In space
Air crisp
With winds
Earth scent
Rancid
With fruits
Fallen
Apace
Symbol
Of age
Grey hair
Wrinkles
Weak bones
Life`s speed
Low gear
Nature`s
Cycle
Sweet sour
Lesson
Of life
No ground
To fear.
do you want a dog hair coat
will six pounds a day be enough?
my giant dog sheds so much
you can come to my house and vaccuum
and collect enough to make yourself wall-to-wall carpet
a couch throw, a coat, and a sweater
Braving all odds she dares
step out into the rain sans umbrella
~ hair will surely pay dearly
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Every snip feels off.
I stare at my own hair.
The sides are sharp today.
The top does not feel right.
I run my fingers through.
It is different, maybe odd.
I pause, not sure I like it.
I hope it grows on me.
Maybe they will like it.
It could be a better look.
Could even catch some smiles.
The girls might notice too.
The mirror feels more kind.
The cut starts to take shape.
Maybe it just needs time.
It might be working out.
I take a breath, step back.
Maybe it is bold, maybe fun.
A quiet pat on my back.
Light catches every line.
I let myself smile a little.
It may be different, but I like it.
I own this change, I own the cut.
It feels good, it feels like me.
I walk away with a small grin.
Feeling good about what I see.
Different, yes, but bold.
I like this new cut on me.
I used to dream when I was young,
I would remove all of the thorns
of the most beautiful flowers
and place them in her hair,
lovingly,
Innocence is cute, its so divine,
then you grow up not so fine,
that girl you knew as a child,
can't even remember her name,
sadly,
There's a loneliness to every soul,
eating alone in a popular food court,
they may enjoy the meal, cooked well,
but in the end, solitary doesn't taste as good,
and love declines as the demon in you climbs
and now you realize, its a tragic fairy-tale
and now the large world appears small
and insects on your skin now crawl,
The realization,
it makes you sick,
now, floating past the jetty,
the strands of her hair.....
I thought I had finally found my bride
Gorgeous figure, long blonde hair and blue-eyed
Her looks, mesmerizing
Her voice, tantalizing
Swore she sewed, cleaned and cooked ~ pity she’d lied
Something is happening
l can breathe
l can breathe under water
and it's perfumed
and its blue
something happened
and he said it was you
and he said he can breathe air
and it's the softest blue
and he said it was perfumed
and it was new
like a vast perfumed ocean
all colours of blues
and he said he was drowning....in perfumed Hair (Air)
tribute
The Deepest Dance- Andre Musgrove
What is the mystery of hair?
Beauty that regales
Curls as song
Knots that bind,
Touches that long.
Blondes play in the sun,
Tempting amber shades,
Brunnetes brown and dark
Flirt with young age.
Fragrance fetching amorous smiles
Coconut oil dripping from soft braids
Decorating flowers falling to the ground
Without a strand frayed.
A conception of love.
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