Long Perm Poems

Once again I tip the scale
And mutter, whoever invented it was a man from hell.
It was not a woman who created weights for size
For women can look past the outer shell
And search deep for what...

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Beauty shop smells insult my nose.
The bleach, the lifters, the perm solution.
They all smell bad.
I could not work here for two seconds.
A child behind me is playing a video game.
The volume is up, in my...

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Earlier today April 4th, 2022,
which supersedes bald faced headlines 
pointing finger and 
Putin blame for Bucha killings
squarely on head & shoulders
of Russian autocrat, née
yours truly lathered 
his hirsute higglety-pigglety 
thinning oily tresses. 

Hark….the herald angels...

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January 24th, 2023 Hair washing heralds huge happening

Hark….the herald angels sing, and twitter 
for mass communication 
mediums stop the presses 
when I, a regular schlemiel 
take shampoo to mine matted mass mop 
(no less than...

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The black and white ball is on
The twist this year is
You my dear, have to wear men’s cloths
A black suit
 

You may be the prettiest girl that ever walked the earth
But there is no way...

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Day one out of the womb – had a full crop of hair,
black like my daddy’s (it later went more fair).

Early childhood – Mom kept my brown hair short
because I’d twist it into knots. What...

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when into scaly claws, sans first
to sixth grade Precambrian relic
(Missus Batson, Missus Rittenhouse,
Missus Wells, Mister Stout, Missus Shaner,
or Miss Rinderle).

Invariably the majority
     of elementary grades didst accord
accredited ancient authenticated creatures bored
(with...

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I’ve made a few mistakes in my life. I can say that with aplomb
I wore a blue brocade tux with a top hat and cane to my junior/senior prom.

I once let a beautician curl my...

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 you perm and prime you shun;
You polish up your own stone;
You talk trash and jive;
You shine of uncertainty;
While yet you continually promise me;
Heller Shelter relish tones;
Cut my landline telephone;
Imprison me where you say I...

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I'm a black woman and I cry
I'm a black woman and I cry 
You've been telling me 
all my life
that everything was going to be alright.
But I cried when I was a little girl
when I...

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KING ME!!

"Another date you and I !!"
Sharing moments ~ "Eye To Eye!!"
Lost of words and you know why?
Your trophy is to kill,
mine's to hang you out to dry.
Testing your skill,
simmering my skills down to your...

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Written: October 11, 2023  
As I Watch The Waves Crash        Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon   
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As I wait with anxiousness on the edge, I gaze.
As the...

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Mr. and Mrs. Medusa
Put their huge hats on their heads
To constrain their hair that always
Looks like they just got out of bed 

They drove off to the hair salon
Even though they remembered
That when her mom...

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Your Teddy bear's call will prevail,
No matter how many times it fails,
One million attempts of peace treaties,
But you're still keeping on and on,
Just go...Joy go,
And show the world that you're still brave,
And firm,
I've just started...

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Hazy pictures were displayed
Old oaken frames contained them
Hanging slight off kilter right
  The walls littered like leaves in autumn lawns
Grandma keeps glimpses of every leaf pile we made

Remember that Day?  Indepence Day, we...

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Thinking about Brian's recent Footle contest (my crazy eyes had been seeing FOOTIE all this 
time and just realized yesterday it is called FOOTLE with LE on the end) I proceeded to drive 
to the...

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Remember the times, remember the days when beauty was an untouched gift,
before combs straightened and broke, before curls were burned and hidden,
under artificial wigs, when we were beautiful, oh, so white and beautiful,
when white character...

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Mister Miss

Mr. Miss is a man indeed.
He can't catch a cold let alone cold feet.
He lives in a house with his mother and sister.
Mom is named Louise Mister and his little sister is Missy miss...

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She wakes at dawn, clock set for eight
she tried to rest- but work won't wait
cooking, cleaning, coffee to brew
“Oh without me, what would they do?”

Breakfast done, she clears the table
bustles down to meet with Mable
whose...

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Baby It Ain’t Me
Copyright July 8, 2009 Corinne Curcio

After a hard day at the office
And needing to unwind
I lay on the couch to watch TV
And ease my worried mind

Fell asleep with my love beside me
But...

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Here you are, only twelve, at our kitchen table.
Such a carrot top you were! Strangers used to think
you were our red-head mother’s natural son.

And here’s that photo you took of me at college.
Though you’re not...

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Short tall, big or small, i love black women.
Weather she got red bone, caramel, or jet black skin, 
it don’t matter cause I love black women
Don’t care if she got a fade, micro braids or...

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Crinkling crinolines creating
  a ballooning circle rising
    out from my shins.  
      They are itching.
        Socks neatly rolled...

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Ghost in the Kitchen


My friend has an interesting occupation
In Manhattan, I spend a great deal of time
So in winter, he hangs out in my location
Eating chicken, drinking liquor, beer and wine

During this time snow is...

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upon hard grey streets of asphalt I drive
through morn’s muted orange glow 
white headlights shine, red brake lights blink in time
with changing signals red, yellow, green
disoriented city visitors a hindrance to the flow
why at seven...

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