Long Frizz Poems

Her hair was red, frizz with frost
Crisped, solidity, warmth was lost

Porcelain skin, eyes of deep blue
Hair falling in wisps, reminds you of someone, 
you likely once knew

how her voice danced, twirled dangerously in a box
of...

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Come in.  Have a seat.  Come listen to my story.  It's a bit upbeat.  I cut and styled 
hair for several years and some of the things that happened will make...

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Car gliding gently, whirling down 
Mountain engine idling fine 
Tall pines flying in circles
Going on for a circumnavigatingly long time
Around the world, no houses
Around the trees, no world
Buzzcut for a boy
Frizz for a girl

Reaching the...

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Livin in a Fantasy
Hope it ain’t a trap
Voices in my head, 
They keep on whisperin:
There ain’t No Coming Back!!
Sucked Down Under
Into a World Always Unknown;
Many, Many, Many Men; They say “You’re Not Alone”
When I get...

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Now that I have gotten that over with,
Being straightforward as a piss-ant on fire,
Telling you it just is what it is,
That behind all the frizz,
Is a beardless fake whose heraldic bearings
Are the arms of a...

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Wishing herself away
She
spirals herself on ceramic to the height of childhood,
reuniting each extension of her being to simple oneness 
to challenge the chaos in her mind.

Familiar figures outside the room shape themselves with concern,
but her...

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Came home for birthday,
Only two days he did stay,
3 again, for a bit,
Cooked him a cake,
With questions, I kept him awake,
3 again, for a bit,
Told him about school,
How my friends are my fuel,
3 again, for...

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I walk along the stone path way, the lead to nowhere,

The trees begin to blur, the crows stop and stare.

My heart mildly pounding, my head in a frizz,

My way there is soon, for I am...

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One comb,
One brush,
Some spray to tame the frizz,
Two handfuls of gel
to secure the final product.

First, she brushed.
Then she combed,
so the curls could find their way back home.

Her gentle hands held my head, 
while the comb...

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Praise Lord

Let your mind frizz not, in the evil flash of thoughts. 
Embrace within.
 Light of night, his key is king.
 Lock road with joy. 
Neither nor eyes blind switch. 
Seek name let all be...

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"50 Words for Poe: Winter"



Hey, you know how it goes
when you had your first kiss

Poetry kind of gets you between
the gonads with that kinda shizz

Yep, you’re lost on the swell when it
hits that frizz

You just...

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Here I am nearly reached three score and ten
life has passed on through my years
it's been eventful that's certain for sure
but have survived it with no tears

Nerves have ruled most of my life
been a battle...

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Jack took Jill up the hill
To give O’ Jill a thrill
He put it in 
She started to sing
Take it out; I’m not yet on the pill

Jack said, “I know what to do,”
“We’ll go to town...

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inhuman torture
in a beautician's chair
willingly self-inflicted
hopeful of the outcome

childhood dismay
hair curled on rollers
hooked by wires
to monstrous machine
relentless weight

aftershock 
embarrassment
head cap of electric frizz
fright wig extraordinaire
Li'l Orphan Annie's twin 
staring back from the mirror

no way to...

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My friends say my hair's got "BODY",
My friends say my hair's got "LIFE",
I don't know what to do with it,
But it's causing me some STRIFE!
My friends say "People would pay good money for that",
My friends...

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I.
There was a young man from Milwaukee
Who forever was playing at haukee.
His deplorable luck
Was to swallow a puck,
Now he drinks all his drinks through a straukee.

II.
There was an old char who’d get teary
When confronted with...

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Woolly my hair is
Intimidating to some in its natural frizz
Why do we judge by the color of our skin
Isn’t judgement and hate a sin
The impurity of capital vices
Have us in an inhumane crisis
I ponder and...

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WRITTEN FROM A MARRIED WOMAN'S PERSPECTIVE

i know we have been married a very very long time
we barely ever talk in fact i might as well be a mime

it is normal i suppose after so long...

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Writing isn't always easy,
Sometimes writing one sentence,
Can trigger thoughts making my mind too breezy
I'll stop occasionally to look at my paper..
Reminds me how humidity makes my hair frizzy

best when it's late at night,
With no distractions,
My...

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