Hairspray Poems | Examples

Nana's Perfume

Tea bags and wet dog, crossword ink on fingertips.
Chocolate biscuit wrappers, garden pond algae.
Hairspray that held those curly grey locks in place. Regal.

Scents mixed and shaken, 
ground and stirred – a dusting of her
that wafts through air like a time 
machine, shuttling me back to a 
bowling alley, a country show digging 
up worms. A couch that belched 
stories when sat on. Vegetable broth.

I’d bottle it. I’d use it sparingly.
Red carpet occasions only.

Or for our backyard patio boardgames.

My Hectic Hair History

There’s a nadir of personal despair -
In feminine terms it’s - No hair, no flair! 

My hairy genes caused me lifelong distress,
I longed for a look I didn’t possess.

I daydreamed of golden locks as a girl, 
Blessed with neither a wave nor with a curl. 

Straighter than hay mine hang in disarray,
Cradle to coffin - lifelong bad hair day. 

And so pertaining my hapless hirsute 
I was braided, I ironed in my pursuit. 

Slept with hard rollers, a perm I did try, 
And lots of hairspray, that’s how I went by. 

In vanity’s name I bent backwards in vain 
Since straight and straighter my old locks remain. 

No quiescent coiffure is meant for me - 
Distressing tresses are my destiny.

The Curious Coif

Enigmatically stubborn to style, the coif
Some days it can be easily pulled off
Other days it requires an exorcism
Like Zoolander it can look like ‘Magnum’

Hides my receding hairline like a charm
Sophistication to my head’s yardarm
Its antidote is a very windy day
Requiring heavy doses of hairspray

When it works my lady wants to stroke it
I recoil in fear, making her remit
For a single finger can ruin it
It’s a fickle angel to babysit

Hair- Then and Now

The 60s brought changes to hair 
Today, they would make people stare 
Bouffant look was in
Made puffy from thin 
And teasing- it was the big flare. 

I was one of those who partook 
In those days, it was the best look 
But when it was done 
I still had some fun
In styling it by my own book.

These days, I still tease it a bit
Shaped smoothly, it will nicely sit
And hold fine all day
A touch of hairspray
I'm good to go, well-groomed and fit!

DAYS OF OLD 80's

 There was Red Dawn and
Crocodile Dundee.
    Full House and
The Lottery.

   Road Runner and
G.I. Joe.
   The Lost Boys and 
Cameo.

   The TMNT and 
Silver Hawk.
   Duck Tales and
Fraggle Rock.

   Family Ties and
Growing Pains.
   Pretty in Pink and
Purple Rain.

   Risky business and
Young guns.
Breakfast club and
Empire of the sun.

Three's a crowd and
Stand by me.
Honky Tonking and 
Human League.

He-man and
Ghost Busters.
Heathcliff and
Mario's brothers.

There was Full House
And Hairspray.
Scarface and
Expose.

Dirty Dancing and
Turner and Hooch.
Bosom Buddies and
Beetlejuice.

Madonna and
Knight Rider.
Prince and
Macgyver.

Night court and
Silver Spoons.
Flash dance 
And Dune.

Fast times at
Ridgemont high.
The A-Team
And 9 to 5.

Turbo1904 ?

ON THE FORECOURT OF THE STARS

ON THE FORECOURT OF THE STARS

Mama Mia! What a voice!
Her depth of emotion carries the show.
Cast of friends slow burn the audience.
Shimmy of stars with sensual overtures.

Mama Mia! My eyes fill with tears.
My granddaughter’s resonance reaches the rafters.
In overalls, flashy jumper, robe, and evening gown.
Inevitabilis, her handprints and footprints
                            on the forecourt of the stars.

Theater in her veins! Mama Mia! What passion!
She hits the high notes, with dolorous countenance.
Her range displayed through high school years:
comical timing in Mean Girls & Hairspray.

Bit parts were jumping stones. Her theater group
allowed her one performance, as The Wardrobe,
singing opera in Beauty and the Beast. On sides,
older performers, The Candlestick and Mrs. Potts,
                    gave her adulating applause.

Mama Mia! Grandparents are proud!

Original Blue Haired Alice

Original blue- haired Alice rewrote the story
Wearing a gown she constructed from linseed
With lace sleeves cut from a summer shawl
Possibly her grandmother’s favorite garment

She popped roses and pearls into her stiff sixties hairdo
Finding hairspray to keep them there was a trick
There are only six cans left, and hard to find
Ebay is selling the last two cans for $2500 each

An evil Cheshire cat appeared.
I wanted a Cheshire dog, she said.
The cat refused to go, citing poetic license
So blue-haired Alice ignored it

Not easy to do when it kept waking her up
Gnashing its loud angry teeth when she was trying to sleep
I will sit here in this teacup and behave lied the white rabbit
Who contributed to the annoying night noises by chewing carrots.

Image

Everyone has an image of how they want to look

From super models on TV to fashion in a book

Super skinny models to muscleman who are buff

Imagine your a fighter who is invincible and tuff

Having fashioned hairstyle with hairspray and holding
Gel.

Having the best of everything expensive perfume
That has a plesent smell.

But to give yourself an image you just might go to far

So just a small reminder except who you are

Held Together

Held together by hairspray and prayers.
Knowing the quiddity could not be changed.
Clothes could not zhuzh it nor putting on airs.
As long as the attitude remained deranged.

Attitudes make a person who they are.
Just a nip here and a tuck there
Life could have a different repertoire. 
An awesome attitude equals a billionaire.

Footles of Bands

work in progress
Footle of Country Bands

S**t Kickers/slide guitar
cowboys 
Stetson 

John Denver/folk music
“Thank God”
fiddler


Footle Of Rock Bands

Guitar strings/stockings
steely 
nylons

Big hair/bands
hairspray
glamour 

Roadies/Hotel
seconds
trashed rooms

Thrash/Punk Rock
Bangers
Façade

She Rocks Eigthties Hair

One more thing, he told me
She rocks eighties hair
Eighties hair! I had to wrack my brain trying to remember eighties hair.
The second I saw her it all came flooding back.
Teased up, pulled out, fluffy, puffy, poufy goofy eighties hair!
How had I forgotten buying a can of hairspray each week?
How had I forgotten Farrah Fawcett?
How had I forgotten that when we had our hair cut like Farrah ……
None of us looked like her?

Thunderstruck

A prisoner she’s not - breaks out of cage.
In absence of spotlight, still darkness fades.
We’re thunderstruck, she’s breathtaking on stage.

Audience favorite, her star pervades.
Her proverbial voice does shatter glass.
In absence of spotlight, still darkness fades.

A full-range tone, full of comedic sass,
as she sings, “Good Morning, Baltimore,” gold.
Her proverbial voice does shatter glass.

A bow and bounce of curl, her “Hairspray,” bold.
My soul is moved, my eyes are proud with tears,
As she sings, “Good Morning, Baltimore,” gold.

Her lilting song: “I Can Hear The Bells,” cheers
With heart and soul, with angel’s wings, their lift.
My soul is moved, my eyes are proud with tears.

A bashful child no longer hides her gift.
A prisoner she’s not - breaks out of cage,
With heart and soul, with angel’s wings, their lift.
We’re thunderstruck, she’s breathtaking on stage.

5/6/2022

Pick Another Dilly

Moon dancing in Trafalgar Square
When pigeon poop* soared through the air
It splattered around
Without touching ground
But no one had a facemask spare . . . . 


*aka London hairspray

The Red Balloon of My Childhood

The red balloon of my childhood
      chasing rainbows
    the rush of ozone
  hairspray
wait…
that’s my sister’s parade
  big hair
    I was nowhere near
      with babies
    early eighties
  Oahu
oh to be a child in the wild
  spray of the playful
    sea, still
      i felt like a child
    riveted by waves
riding
  the boogie board
    not grown up enough
      to surf
    the burp of fantasy
  precious buffet
of paradise
         the red balloon loose
      i chase its caboose
    living
in its wake

10/22/2021

Kintsugi

Searches for perfection abound -
creams for flawless complexion,
toothpaste for perfect white teeth, 
diets to give one an ideal figure,
salves, make-up, lotions, hairspray,  
an endless desire not to show flaws.

Why do we all aspire to be copies 
of Venus or Adonis or a movie star?
Show me see the slightly crooked tooth
In a wide smile that lights a room,
A child with poor eyesight 
Who wears green cat’s-eye glasses,

Show me a woman whose walker or
cane is trimmed with spring flowers,
a girl whose mousy hair sports
purple streaks or a heavy woman
who wears a red silk dress and heels. 
Show me people who understand  
That accenting their flaws can create
That special beauty called character.

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