Pomade Poems - Poems about Pomade

... 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 will f......

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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 insid......

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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 com......

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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 book-li......

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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 the hero 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. ......

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...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 ......

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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 ......

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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 *****c......

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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 lik......

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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......

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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, bottle of r......

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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, ......

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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, ......

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