There will be a thirty minute wait, okay?
I would have been disappointed with any other way.
This actually gives me time to write away.
The beginning of a fantastic day.
Within a few minutes another lady comes to sit.
She and I begin a conversation; she has such wit!
When they call me and tell me it is time to go,
I actually feel a bit of woe.
Past original lethal practice
today modernly assumed
and legalized
as hairdressers, Delilah
still Cuts the hair of
her lover Samson...!
~Harriet hairdresser hurries her hair appointments hurriedly~
12/12/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Your hairdresser today is Emily -
‘It’s good to see you, wow, it’s been a while’
She says. She’s wearing lots of PPE
It has. I’m glad that I can see her smile
Behind her plastic visor. She looks well
Some people do - it’s not the same for me
But then there’s nobody to see, or tell
So that’s OK - ‘So what is it that we
Are doing with your hair today?’ I knew
The minute that she touched me I would cry
I hope I’m not the only person who
Has done that. ‘No’ she says, and asks if I
Would like a hug (‘But mind the PPE!’)
‘It’s been the same for me’ says Emily
© Gail Foster 31st July 2020
The hairdresser is a species of a different kind
of the best disposition you’ll ever find.
They’ll know you better than hubby or wife,
relate to every aspect of your pitiful life.
They’ll listen intently to each of your woes,
nodding profusely saying ‘that’s how it goes!’
And never will they, ever judge or complain,
even if you can be, somewhat of a pain.
When your hair is all done it’s all perfect of course,
as the compliments flow, for you must endorse
the fine art of a craft, that without we’d be lost,
but left with one question ‘what is the cost?’
You must learn not to question the hole in your pocket,
and the tip is a must, please don’t ever knock it.
It’s the least they deserve for the trouble they take
listening to all your grief by staying awake!
installed chimney
on her head
for beauty
At one time I knew this wild hairdresser
While cutting my hair I confessed to her
that with just one touch
I'd love her so much
Grazed her chest and my bob became lesser
Good Politician
Has a waiting period
To hear from mother.
Have heard she is one
Running all of his business
And also henpecked.
Women will be best
For being politician
Has own hairdresser.
Jim Horn
Eyes that draw you in, eyeliner accentuates not always sexy on men
Different movies, different accents, believable at all times
Every movie he's in, each character he plays seems to be a part of him
From shy, withdrawn hairdresser, with scissors for hands
To a orange haired hatter, with a Scottish accent
He's a one of a kind man, mysterious, unique
He has so many personalities, who knows the real him
By now I'm sure you've already guessed my fave
This is my ode to Johnny Depp, the king of spades
I have a singing friend
he is my hairdresser
He lives a simple life
Wondering if tomorrow
will bring the sorrows and worries
A small place to stay, together
with his old and sick mother
Food on the table to day
but what about tomorrow
I have a singing friend
he is my hairdresser
He think a lot and he
worries about the future
The sun is shining but he do
not know what tomorrow will bring
I have a singing friend
he is my hairdresser
He sing in a language
I do not understand
He sings about love,
passion and romance
Eyes smiling as he sings,
but the face is still not happy
I have a singing friend
he is my hairdresser
He is amazing with his
scissors and comb
He makes me feel so beautiful
Smiles at me in the mirror
and sing a little bit more
Happiness is now
but what will the future brings
my singing hairdresser friend
to - Diyarli Cuu
Written in Turkey
17.July.2012
A-L Andresen :)
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the hairdresser
cut my long silver strands—
locks of love
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Silver Strands Sponsored by: Susan Burch
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