Long Styling Poems
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There is no specific appearance attributed
to the horrifying Boogeyman, he may resemble
Windico or diabolic Krampus; these creatures
are spiteful and like to punish only the good kids.
In my childhood he came around and hunted
my longest nights and alone I started to tremble.
The frightening Boogieman was after the young boys,
he was as frightening as ghosts and gave goosy bumps;
he stalked nice kids who tickled their little chubby bear
at home when their mom was busy styling her frizzy hair.
He came around dusk and peaked in laughing to spot
beautiful children doing their homework by lamplight;
with lots of whims on his mind he got ready to act,
but he didn't know that the Bulldog felt no fright.
He pushed the unlocked door and barged in, then every kid
screamed and ran to the bathroom with a face of white wax;
his groan was a thunder, brave mother swung the long ax...
but the ferocious Bulldog attacked him without being afraid.
The Boogeyman looked too confident, but was overcome by bites
and profusely bled on the chicken floor, he was a defeated fiend;
the watchful Bulldog made sure that he didn't get up and opened eyes:
no mercy for such a monster, justice was done by the kids' best friend.
EMBARRASSED
AND SOMEWHAT ASHAMED
IT BEST DESCRIBES THE MOMENT
THEN WHICH IS NEITHER
PRESENT OF FUTURE
IS SUBJECT TO
BEING OPPOSED
IT IS HOW IT IS
TO THE DISCRETION OF THE HOST
THE PRIZE WILL REWARD
HE WHO MEETS THE CHALLENGE
THAT THE CONTEST IS TO RECOGNIZE
THE TWO IN OPPOSITION
TO MAKE HER PRIZE IN SUCH DEALINGS
WORDED FRICTIONED BABBLINGS
SORTED THROUGH IN GOSSIP
PROMOTED BY THOSE WHO WISH
TO INSPIRE TROUBLE
THAN IN OPPOSITION OF BEING
PART OF THE MAKINGS
WHO SHALL MAKE RULES FOR COMBATANCE
THEY SEPERATE THEIR SELVES FROM
WHEN THOSE THAT I LOVE MAKE
FRIENDS WITH MY ENEMY THAN I AM UNLOVED
AND THOSE WHO SUPPORT THE GOSSIP MAKE
THEMSELVES MY ENEMY
ONLY A FOOL WILL SUPPORT THE GOSSIP OF HIS
SITUATION
IT ALLOWS AN UNCARING CROWD TO WISH YOU IN FIGHT
WHAT TROUBLES ARE FIGURED FROM BRAWLING
UNLESS IT IS SUPPORTED MONETARILY
WHAT RULES REGULATES
THE CONTRACTILE SCIENCE OF
PROMOTION
BOUNDED BY THE TOGETHERNESS OF
A LOVE OF CERTAINATED TYPES OF FIGHT
MIGHT THEY BOX, WREST, JUDO, OR COMBINE
THESE EFFORTS IN A SEQUENCE OF DETAILED STYLING
WITHOUT THE FRUSTRATED EFFORTS OF BRAWLING
Here I stamp these words of mine,
free styling another rhyme.
Attempts with you to converse,
there it goes- was just one verse!
For the second- words of truth,
once was great when at my youth.
Always wrote; enjoyed it so,
sometimes words are hard to flow.
T'is the third and more to come,
must stop counting; not a sum.
Sort of like a song that's sung,
letting go of one I clung.
The best singer- I am not,
for lyrics sung-I forgot.
A tune inside? Yes, I guess-
inside I sing with such zest.
Scale going up in pitch,
out of water is the fish-
wishy washy row by row,
engine on so I will go...
Buckle up and you take heed-
poetry is what you need.
Tired already- must take rest,
leave a comment; be my guest.
A men only poem, well I never-
that is something odd, for a start
submissions from men
who pick noses and then
will polish it off with a fart.
We undress like drunken mime artists
look like we get dressed in the dark
steer cars like we're swimmin'
and then complain women
do not have a clue how to park.
Our cooking skills are just amazing
we're known for our barbecue fame
coz we somehow have learnt
just which food has been burnt
when it's black it all looks just the same
Our acting is worthy of Oscars
or any such Thespian cup
stagger home fully juiced
with some drunken excuse
but we still avoid getting beat up
In beachwear we are an Adonis
our styling choices are quite bold
from speedos so weeny
to full on Mankinis
...it's small coz the water's too cold....
The world would be worse off without us
devoid of intelligent life
there's nothing to rival
our power of survival
except for the girlfriend.
Or wife.
She told me to put that bit in.
Yes, dear.
I'll be right there.
Submitted with my missus' grudging permission for contest 'Men only #2,
sponsored by Kelly Deschler
July 16th 2015
Blossoms of cherry in springtime aura;
Lovely moments tint charm's windy landscape;
Opt to be merry with kind agendas;
Succinct fragrance mints a jolly mindscape.
Sensing and looking at flowering things;
Observe the misty in pleasant promise;
Movement now fixing extravagant flings;
Styling the blurry with tension pensive.
Reveal the motives in bold passion play;
Entice sexy strides in vibrant finesse;
Voice clear constructive as gestures relay;
Embrace pulse and ride in primal caress.
Apply charming feel paradoxical;
Love springs fond appeal in forms magical.
Leon Enriquez
24 Apr 2014
Singapore
(Note: This poem is an Acrostic Sonnet.)
On that day, the phone first rang at nine a.m.,
then rang again fifteen minutes later.
His daughter gave his wife the news.
The shock…then silence…
followed by mixed emotions.
She was oh so very young.
The mirror in the room keeps displaying his visage;
the lines, the hair thinning at the top.
Today he will wear his new jeans,
and his Cat Stevens t-shirt,
and put some styling jell in his hair.
On the mantle, the faded photo,
conceiving memories of a party long ago.
Everyone younger, most living,
many smiling, laughing, appearing joyous.
Every morning, pain in his shoulder.
Throughout the night, numbness in most of the fingers of his right hand.
Heat or ice for his Achilles’ tendon?
(The doctor had called it tendinitis)
In the afternoon, some bread baking,
or perhaps a pizza;
a newly found hobby suggested by the pandemic.
On his desk, an almost finished poem,
about an abusive father and husband,
and a fire in a home on Colonial Street,
in the city of Montreal.
Beside it, another poem … just started.
Beautiful and magical butterflies,
and thoughts of revenge,
and murder.
And from his window … a garden.
Among the vegetation, a vibrant green pepper plant,
alive and flourishing.
Next to it, another plant,
cabbages visible,
but most of its leaves eaten by the caterpillars.
Don't make a difference, gender/sex
Strands of different textures
Styles so profound with variety
Stiff, sticky, tacky, wet, or dry
Products keep it tamed for styles
Wavy, curly, straight, stringy or locked
Red, blue, green, pink, purple, or rainbow
Color(s) bring a uniqueness to a hairstyle
Hair is just an extension from the crown of the head
Its our own way to express ourselves unapologetically
Start a new style from scratch
Add extensions for any new look
Shaved head; no need for styling
Hair can carry power or hold trauma
No matter style of your crown, you matter
Only you can decide what works for you
Always remember your are amazing and beautiful with or with hair.
Glissando sings ah Swag- Won
Call and Response
Rang dang
giggle ling
doffy dop ah doddle
mixin grooves and tones
gigging on-ah new-dell
Ding dang
can you sang
Giggy got a new won
say ya
say ya
Sweetie whats that is
whisk me
kiss me
sorta like ah
zookie
smiling styling
looking cool and dapper
knowing showing
sangin, sangin
concerted music
chatter
see mi music
groovin all ah-round
it's so lovely
cute and cuddly
beautiful music sounds
Dheeze dheeze
Jingle dheeze
singer sing
that one
Dheeze dheeze
swagga dheeze
dance til the
music's done
please please
Jingle dheeze
singer sing that one
Please please Jingle dheeze
dance til the musics done
long hair a sign of rebellion
a leveler for rich and poor
"no money for a hair cut?"
"no problem - you're styling!"
the flannel credo
cheap and colorful
soft, softer, old and see through the
softest
the perfect place to ride
a rebel heart
a two-fingered salute
to the military industrial machine
haywire on testosterone
stick a daisy in that barrel buddy
sex, now that was a rebellion
guiltless sex lauded
"If you can't be with the one you love"
"love the one you're with -- "
take your third eye
use your second sight
put horns on Nixon's head
and fight war
for peace
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qs6aaaJBAv0
over the bridge
to 'western street
&parminters for savoury
sausage meat
along by
the slaughterhouse
in silver lane
pop into jones&cocks
out of the rain
pass the fire-house
to aylesbury news
glance the photos
of the weeks who's&who's
to adams tobacco,corner
of the market square
pass mcilroys
hear the traders shout
their wares
my favoured table
at the ancient 'old beams'
tea ,scones &
local churned creams
thru ' bullshead ' alley
to upper high street
&nurricks,for a dental 'date'
then swiftly retreat
window-shop spraggs hermons,
& hepworths selections
into hopcrafts
for enticing confections
on to adkins
for an inner-tube kit
the walk uphill
keeps me fit
shop for groceries
at pearks,greggs&maypole
stopping at the co-op
to order the coal
into to kingsbury
for ashfords linctus
best not delay
in hasberrys ,seventy-eights
to spin and play
collect mum's hat
from the bonnet-box
next,bradfords
for those needed locks
fresh breadrolls
from baker page
&quick back&sides
styling,not yet the rage
box of nails from
ironmonger jowett
calling at sayers
for my lyons cornet
over the railway bridge
to west bros shop
for north&randall tizer
& a lemon lollipop
long lost names
in a memory fading fast
here recollected
from aylesbury's distant past