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With much trepidation I visited the local "hair stylist" today.
It was a "hair raising" experience as compared to barbers of yesterday!
'Twas thirty years since I'd heard the snip of a barber's shears,
Since my long-suffering wife had trimmed my hair for many years!
My hair had become somewhat bushy on the sides and nape,
So I needed her to thin it out and my sparse coiffure reshape!
I was the only guy there, suffering the ladies' intimidating gaze.
"Will this agony ever end?" I thought, for lack of a better phrase!
Displayed in her tidy shop were various creams, dyes and oils,
Plus a variety of glosses and shampoos to beautify the goils!
It took about five minutes for her to snip and groom my hair.
I paid eight bucks plus a paltry tip and scurried out of there!
Now, in the barber shops of old idled the usual jovial blokes,
As the barber recited a litany of the latest risque jokes.
On the walls he displayed posters of women scantily clad.
There was none of that in the "hair stylist's" shop to be had!
The barber shaved and powdered your neck among his amenities,
(After abiding rowdy razzing and very colorful profanities!")
You left his shop reeking of Vitalis and/or pungent bay of rum.
All of this for just six-bits - a nickel tip was the rule of thumb!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
A planned response, came past the clerk,
this self-absorbed, fanatic jerk
He took the note and with a grin,
then tossed it in the garbage bin
But missed it by a margin wide,
his error was so hard to hide
For many near the windowed scene,
collected data in between
And in a post of letters bold,
the story of this jerk was told
He fumed, he steamed, he cussed, he spit,
as viewers all refused to quit
It trended now as some might say,
the numbers added up each day
He hid his face in total shame,
for yes, he knew he was to blame
But he was merely, just a clerk,
he never saw himself a jerk
Just someone working for the boss,
at 9 to 5 it was a loss
Though now his name was everywhere,
his autograph they asked to share
As if he were nobility
or least, a big celebrity
He got a raise that paid him more,
his name in gold upon the door
A fancy car, an office chair,
a stylist to come comb his hair
And though no longer, just a clerk,
he still was a fanatic jerk
He treated others just like crap,
took afternoons to take a nap
He yelled at all his underlings
when they forgot to bring him things
He’d put his feet up on the desk
and tell the girls they looked grotesque
His orders he would scream and bark
from early morn till after dark
The new clerk couldn’t take this guy
and knew somehow he had to try
While emptying the garbage bin
he found the note the jerk tossed in
He read with glee, this crumbled note
for it was one the boss had wrote
Into his office, he did barge
to show it to the man in charge
He slammed his fist, his face turned red
“Send him to me,” is what he said
The jerk he entered with a grin,
the boss then showed the note to him
The man then spoke, he didn’t shout
but quietly, he said “Get out”
The jerk was soon out on the street,
he barely had enough to eat
His car was gone, his office chair,
his clothes a mess as was his hair
The fans who once came round his place,
now couldn’t bear to see his face
He couldn’t find a job to work,
for all now new he was a jerk
He died alone, an empty man,
inside a rusted garbage can
So here you have an ending tale,
if you’re a jerk you’re bound to fail
It felt like Autumn
on this morning’s run
I want it to be fall
with its syllabus of vibes
I’m signaling a stance
I’m autumn’s undoubted champion
wearing my choice like gangland colours
- I could give my all to fall -
summer only ever had my subdivided attention
Summer’s just too needy: it demands relaxation,
bare legs, sun block, beach plans, hydration,
barbecue, and relentless fun, with scant variations
I want the visual promise of leaves falling
the flattering autumnal colour palette
my whole devotion crowns shortening days
fall always serves as a competent stylist
complete with venti pumpkin lattes
and mornings with a costume of frost
Unbind the theatrical heats of midsummer nights
and let the season's advance revive us
show us falls slanting golden afternoon light
let crisper darknesses harbour counterfeit witches
and lengthening dusks warrant winter wishes
Let fall assume her russet throne
and give us autumn’s cool agenda
without the influenza
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Songs for this:
Ping Pong by Dimie Cat
Messy by Lola Young
Halfway through my life I changed my hair
from dark to light, which fits. My skin is fair!
I had it bleached, and I never knew what would
transpire eventually; it was not good!
One day I showered, and my hair stayed dry!
It crumbled in my fingers! I could cry.
I had to cut it short and grow it out.
New ways to change I had to think about.
My daughter is my hair stylist, and she
knows how important “color” is to me.
My roots are now half grey; I’m kind of old.
But I still love and want that look of gold.
An auburn hue she gives me with blonde streaks.
It stays that way a few months. Then grey peeks.
I’m also glad how long my hair has grown.
Often I return to Goldilocks Zone.
March 27, 2021
for Anthony Biaanco's Goldilocks Zone Contest
I loves me some Ooh;
Ooh and and I are lovers.
I meet Ooh; when Ah and I were
together
Whoomp told me the Ooh
liked me, but I stayed with Ah! Dating both was strange all they ever did
was talk about Whoomp and Whoompa-Whoompa Whoomp:
"Beat Bouis Try'd-it"I like for reel dough.Ooh and Ah thought they were freinds. I stringed the Chello and nighted the accapello like Groovest of giggs. Swag and Posies, I fooled them Bouis.Said Hau supoossa be front Bouis anyway. Hear what I say.
Ya'll hear what I say.Ah-OOh- ah_ooh< ooh we: ah I : ooh!
OOH-ah: OOH-ah? Ah what you wanna do that for? OOh come get me Ah all foolish and all. OOH we got stylist elements,Every ,Gift,Boosts,Distinctive,Fantasia-form.
OOh I love you. OOh:OOh I really really love you.I do, I due, I'll do anythang
to be with you.
I do I do, I really love you!
Ah-ooh: ah-ooh who can this be. Both have been my everything. I love you both but I love me. People like us and everything. Ah- he kinda do: ooh he really do. I just want be with the two.Clefty thangs:OOH! Those Bassy thangs,Ah: know what to do. Ah it's you, it's really you the joy of song said it's you!
Pling told pling plung,plung,plug,pling!
Pling, told pling plung:plung!
OOh we!
Pling told pling plunncka;plung pling
Pling told pling, plung plung!
Ah-you!
Money is all I need
It is the root of greed
Always need to be in the lead
The devil has planted his seed
Fancy Clothes
Sparkling in jewels
Stylist furniture and grand homes
Expensive cars to show their wealth
Charity is not their concern
Not sharing in their reserves
Business and the market are their religion
Some end up in prison
Heaven is not their concern
Don’t care if they burn
Go to universities to learn
Which way will they turn
Will they choose self-glory
Will they choose business over family
Will they choose honesty
Will they choose loyalty
Greed leads to lust and deceit
For money causes their family retreat
Blessed are those that stay at home
Enjoying their children as they grow
Greed leads to bad choices
Causes those to loss focus
It is all about what they can achieve
Leaving others in pieces as they leave
born with hair slightly wavy as
summer sea's crest, Mom would
treat it as her morning decor ritual---
ponytailed, pinned at the crown with
zigzag of ribbons, braided two-ways,
and god knows what arrangements
followed--oh yes, the old maid bun!
jet black , it flowed down past shoulders;
the envy of high school.girls as we
started to soiree and party...like so,
by 2000, my lattice of curled tresses
met its waterloo: silky, straight locks
invaded mod media, downgrading
my status as a hometown freak...
my Nicole Kidman jive looking passe!
I remember fanatically calendaring
regular visits to a stylist-- a rite abhored
in young adolescence...
yes, magic of fad can be done;
from brazilian rebond, collagen tweaks,
highlights in tints of raspberry or maze
and more top shot brouhahas just
to be part of the scene!
yet, few seasons back, i began missing
myself... though shoulder length
locks inhabited me; i grew forlon, empty.
Imagining how Mom ran her fingers
down my young hair, I chose to let
my tresses flow without restraint---
jet black even through bright hues
of moonlit passages and
dawn's sequined, golden rise.
now. air- tossed, wind blown,
hand- caressed, aloe- rinsed
with few organic whips,
I sweep my hair
in its free flow movement --
allowing the me to be the natural
woman I am.
Help wanted. See the details below.
I’m lookin’ for a part-time assistant, and a life skills mentor,
A Quick Books accountant, and an exercise partner,
And a neat housekeeper that can do windows.
It helps if you’re a sink un-plugger, and a flower arranger,
And a calendar planner, and a good back scratcher,
And an organic gardener that can make things grow.
Later I might need a daycare provider, and a taxi driver,
And a paramedic, and a pre-school teacher.
You’ll be the go-to person that everyone knows.
It helps if you’re a gourmet cook, and a chic hair stylist,
And a party hostess, and a homework tutor.
Your duties will expand as the company grows.
There’s a retirement package no one else can match.
But I gotta warn you that there’s just one catch.
So if you think you could handle all of the above,
This is a twenty-year contract for a full-time love.
So if you want the position, click the link above!
Might be a thirty-year contract for a full-time love.
Maybe a forty-year contract for a full-time love.
I really need a secretary, and a home decorator,
A shiatsu masseuse, and a fashion coordinator.
There are no limits to how much you can grow.
I can offer you some health insurance, maybe college tuition,
Free company housing, and used transportation.
So what do you say, why don't we make a go?
Help wanted. Click the link above. Help wanted. Find somebody to love.
There’s Just One Catch
Help wanted. See the details below.
Help wanted. See the details below.
I’m lookin’ for a part-time assistant, and a life skills mentor,
A Quick Books accountant, and an exercise partner,
And a neat housekeeper that can do windows.
It helps if you’re a sink un-plugger, and a flower arranger,
And a calendar planner, and a good back scratcher,
And an organic gardener that can make things grow.
Help wanted. See the details below.
Help wanted. See the details below.
Later I might need a daycare provider, and a taxi driver,
And a paramedic, and a pre-school teacher.
You’ll be the go-to person that everyone knows.
It helps if you’re a gourmet cook, and a chic hair stylist,
And a party hostess, and a homework tutor.
Your duties will expand as the company grows.
(Chorus)
There’s a retirement package no one else can match.
But I gotta warn you that there’s just one catch.
So if you think you could handle all of the above,
This is a twenty-year contract for a full-time love.
So if you want the position, click the link above!
Might be a thirty-year contract for a full-time love.
Maybe a forty-year contract for a full-time love.
Help wanted. See the details below.
Help wanted. See the details below.
I really need a secretary, and a home decorator,
A shiatsu masseuse, and a fashion coordinator.
There are no limits to how much you can grow.
I can offer you some health insurance, maybe college tuition,
Free company housing, and used transportation.
So what do you say, why don't we make a go?
(repeat chorus)
Help wanted. Click the link above.
Help wanted. Click the link above.
Help wanted. Find somebody to love.
A visitor came into my life
Bringing pain and ecstasy
For every day of joy she brought
There were two of misery
She baked twelve dozen cookies
Then promptly gave them to her friends
Fixed my motorcycle
But wrecked my Mercedes’ Benz
She never told me what her name was
Though she stayed here for a year
Claimed to be a stylist
Then cut off half my ear
She said she wanted children
But none of them with me
Introduced me to her mother
Who was three years younger than she
She told me she could cook
But I very quickly learned
She could barely boil water
And even that was often burned
We enjoyed watching TV shows
Though she always held the remote
Whenever we had different views
She wouldn’t count my vote
It’s not that I was happy
To see her on her way
But now though twelve years later
I still celebrate that day
Forgive me for such a simple poem
which is neither accurate or true
But I do hope that you’re laughing
because I wrote it just for you