Long Pomade Poems

There was a time when I was young
To share an era that begun
From music to the fashion trend
TV shows and history
Fads and other mysteries
I saw them all as time moved on

From classic pop to rock...

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Raise the flag and let it fly high
On every mouth of joy they cry
File unto the street with dance of many styles
This is a special day for a mankind

Raise the sword in the air for...

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PROUD OF INCIVILITY 

 They claimed I was naked and uncivilized
So they came to clothe me and ''disrobe'' my naked shame
But I wish I remained the same
For they wiped away my honor and fame.

They claimed...

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A cluttered barbershop in my old hometown I fondly call to mind,
Was a gathering place to loaf and socialize, a great place to unwind!
Harry, the barber, kept farmers, the local rabble and boys like me,
Looking...

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One day joy herein will not be found 
Your sound mind will become unsound 
Your friends will no longer be around 
Your body weak will long for the ground 

One day the beauty you admire...

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Two blankets on the dry grass
at the far side of the open field.
One red one and 
one small, pink one 
off a girl's bed.

Off to the side, a ball cap,
a knapsack, and a sad, empty,...

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he must have been six or younger then,
his mama took him for a walk one morning,

must be a special occasion, he thought,
like Sunday mass or someone's birthday,

pomade sticky, smelling good, shining
on his hair, which mama...

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Ginger cat decides to marry.
His *****cat lives in the yard.
Tri-color coat she wears wary,
On her lips – a beautiful pomade.
A manicure, eye-lashes, a hat …
Ginger loved all that in his  *****cat.
It was her birthday...

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I must have been six or younger then.
Mama took me for a walk one morning.

Must be special occasion, I thought
like Sunday mass or someone's birthday

Pomade sticky, smelling good, shining
on my hair which Mama parted on...

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O Saviours!

We wondered through the valley
Our hands clenched together
Culture destroyed us

Our mother's tongue brought pain to us
It torn us apart and brought subjugated Joy

Here you come,"to save"
Here you come,"to help"
Here we sit, eyes shut;arms akimbo...

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That day when I visited God
He was in far away Heaven
He drove no Toyota or Ford
Neither did he had human in his oven
I called to him, Lord
As if calling my nephew Kelvin

He had a big...

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Don't tell me men don't care about their hair
They care about it even more than girls
As soon as they were open they were there
All queueing round the block with all their curls

Tucked up inside their...

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that day*

two score and ten
business men in leisure suits,
grandmothers with grey handkerchiefed hair 
and adolescents in gaudy glasses,
girls wearing bouffants and sweaters, 
the boys maybe ducktails with Pomade

all wrinkling their faces in disbelief - 
profound...

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I'm a person two
she said
and flipped her hair
and turned her head
into someone
I don't know
this person two
has got to go.

 Person three 
is debonair,
he wears cool pomade
in his hair,
he doesn't work,
just lives to play,
he always knows...

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