They long to be catered, treated, and trimmed.
They are like mortals hungry for manicures;
Like house pets pleading to be petted.
Many lawns are in a state of harm,
hindered by downpours of rain.
They envy the flowers and trees,
who have escaped a late freeze.
But they are endowed with patience.
They know that it won't be long now
before they will grace the properties
and wave gingerly as the cars rush by.
Skin
When you walk down the hall with your friends
all laughing and smiling,
you laugh
you smile too,
and your skin just waves.
But you always know they see it,
the racist,
the fakes,
the richest,
the ugliness,
the privileged.
It carries the right to
be rude to everyone,
it complains and
demands everything.
It yells at the other race
and is too busy getting manicures to care,
it apologizes but never means it
and looks terrible,
but you aren’t like that,
not at all.
It’s just 2:30 pm.
On a Friday
and you all,
are walking home.
THE TRANSIENTS OF MY YOUTH
Old and wrinkly, whiffs of cigarettes and whiskey; his sparkling blues tell me there is bubble gum and a surprise; I check the long pockets finding smiles and candy, feeling loved and dandy.
Southern Antebellum, with manicures of rouge; kind but broken, drinking fermented raspberries and booze; her man is gone, a war still on; hopefully some funds will help move her on.
Irish and grumpy, redheaded and rockin’; football with silence, movies of canned violence; double features and fries, we have a good time; he buys me a watch, a keepsake.
German Muslim sister and stressed; Turkish dancing at night, in memories blessed; chocolates swirl round, but starving she falls down; night
Burly and bearded, stinking of failure; he is noisy and imposing, promising messy favors; overweight and hungry, despite Nordictrack endeavors; addicted to cookies, a humongous bummer.
Modern Vanity
tracks
weaves
hair color
fingernails
manicures
pedicures
inflated buttocks and lips
sculptured hips
workout
aerobic
liftup
tuckin
sixpacks
jog
rotate
walk
perspire
maintain
get that body
night masks
contour sticks
Facetime
Facebook
facelift
Instagram
Twitter
tummy tucks
lap bands
gastric by-pass
designer clothes
sports cars
convertibles
Teslas
toupees
tattoos
Men’s Club
blue pills
anything else?
7/18/17
Facebook and Twitter are creating a vain generation of self-obsessed people with child-like need for feedback, warns top scientist.
I was told that because I'm a girl,
its unusual to play video games,
its unusual to like comics ,
because I'm a girl its unusual for me to prefer to talk about cars rather than make-up and manicures,
then finally someone asked "Why are you not like the other girls?"
a sigh of relief escaped my mouth as the weight of being told what I can and cannot like was lifted off my shoulders,
I exclaimed the long waited words of "Because I'm not your stereotypical girl"
I love comics,
I love video games and yes I would rather talk about cars,
but don't get me wrong I love doing make-up to and being a make-up artist for TV and theatre is my dream,
but I don't have to surround my self with everything cute and pink to say I'm a girl,
I am me,
I am unique,
and I'm not afraid for you to know.
When a woman is a woman
Her hair color isn’t from a box
There are no hair dyes
Her nails are not acrylic or painted
There are no manicures
Her lips are their own shade of pink
There is no makeup
Her skin is golden from the sun
There are no fake tans
Her breasts are free from wires
There are no bras
When a woman is a woman
There are
No constrictions
Expectations
Covering
Hiding
When a woman is a woman
A true woman
She is just a woman
This poem is written for the Gender Bender contest, sponsored by Richard Lamoureux!
**Passionately**
Why do you not hold me,
passionately?
The little things
that show you care.
Like running your fingers
through my hair!
You used to rub my back,
passionately!
the little things
like foot massages,
manicures and pedicures.
I always felt secure
we used to make love,
passionately!
The little things
like kissing my stomach
and inner thighs,
Dancing naked until sunrise!
We used to make out in public,
passionately!
The little things
like homemade meals for two,
date night once a month.
Love all night in the buff!
You used to speak to me,
passionately!
The little things are gone now
we fight more than we get along.
I've tried to stay strong
but my heart has moved on!
Name held until contest over!!
Young love is easy
Wild and hot,
Getting and giving
From bottom to top.
All of your attention,
Best manners and smiles,
Flowers and perfume
Sweet smelling for miles.
Shirts and dresses starched,
Cleaned and pressed,
Hair-do’s and manicures
Take care of the rest.
Young love is easy
As apple pie
But love gets tougher
As the years roll by.
Once we’ve taken
Those wedding vows
Life quickly changes
Everything somehow.
No more hopping
Into back seat games,
Spending all your cash
On your hottest flame.
And no more running
With the good ‘ol guys
As responsibilities hit us
Between the eyes.
As the years grow longer
Love grows too
But not as easy
As when love was new.
Separation and sickness
Knock us down –
Disappointments and heart aches
Round after round.
The loss of loved ones
Near and dear
Make us weary and worn
Year after year.
Money gets tight
And the house needs repairs,
And children need attention
When you’re not there.
Then our bodies start to bend
And slowly break
So we cling to one another
No matter what it takes.
Because young love is easy
And old love is not,
But at the end of our hours
It’s all we’ve got.
The humble dank, dark hall of death
Was quiet, peaceful and stocked.
With corpses bandaged, naked and cold
And not even close to rottening.
Leather faced pretties and fly-blown chaps
Beneath the sheets snow white.
They soon will rise from sudden sleep
And roam this earth once more.
Behold these brown flesh dregs demised
And smell their morbid fragrance.
That topical scent that's sprayed and meant
To end all toxic gases.
When the frigid earth has brokened, the dirt still dry
So soon the dead will bloom.
From crumbling dirt and even worse
They'll struggle free from tombs.
Scartching cloths from decades past
Within their caskets torn
With dirty filthy finger nails in need of manicures.
As mourners moon comes drawing near
Before the grim owls call.
They'll toil the earth in search of him
Who mocked the dead and cold.
You'll cringe and scream and tears will stream
On the Herbringer of your end.
You'll never again lay a cold bologna sandwhich
On the chest of the dead again.
can you say you know who i really am
i wear my colors oh so bright even in the middle of the night
i don't dance a certain way or dress real fabulous
i'm not into manicures or facials or even pedicures
i don't walk with a switch or bend my wrist like this...
i don't talk with certain slang or hang out in a "gang"
i don't speak very loud or announce that i'm proud
i never asked to be this way nor am i blaming anyone
i won't hide in the closet since i already came out
i refuse to not speak up when i'm in a crowd
i can have a child or raise a family
i work as hard as you do and pay taxes too
i am smart and very wise with two eyes that see it all
i breathe and bleed the same as you and i pray to God too
you say i'm wierd and call me a freak
one thing you must remember is i'm real and thats unique
i tell you how it is you deny it ever was
they call me a dkye or lesbian some say i'm just gay
i tell you i am human just like you i just live another way
Her life is not one of shopping malls,
those fancy purses, and shoes to match.
No her life is not fifty dollar hair cuts, and
manicures, followed with a pedicure, to show off her
french style toenails.
Her parents didn't buy her a new BMW for
graduation, with a tag on front, that reads,
money.
Hers is a life of fighting for the freedom to
be able to keep the right to do all these things,
hers is an American Soldier.
Her camaflouge is the going thing, and her
Humvee is the only vehicle she drives these days.
She can't sleep late on the weekends, and watch TV
all day, then get ready for a night on the town, hoping
that cute boy in one of her classes ask her out.
No hers is early to bed, early to rise, and her friends
in her unit are always watching her back.
The choice she made to give her all, came without
hesitation, she answered the call.
Discipline she has learned, through many a tough call,
and being a soldier gives her great pride, these things are
not found at the mall.
Small feet, small hands, ready to fight, no matter the
time, day or night.