Short Hairdos Poems
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Attempting to smooth and comb my hair
My fist shatters the mirror-- splintered and bear
It shows how much I despise my hairdos
Bertha wore her hair in a bun
So tight it made her eyes run
She did not care
For combing her hair
Nor did her mop-haired son
in the sixties they teased our hair
with a comb, they put rats in it
making it higher and higher
it could never be high enough or fluffy enough
Combing it out was a nightmare
because after they ratted it they sprayed it
with enough hair spray to choke six elephants
the good old days!
Windy wild wind whipping flailing and cutting through
You bring us together like invisible glue
Holding hats and huddling hands clasping crunched capes
Jealous soul you bold barometric beast
Hairdos, skirts, scarves, hats and pails blown away in envious fury
If we could capture you you’d be in front of a jury!
Silky polka dots, paisleys, flowered bras too.
Printed sweetly in the seventies, reds, and blues.
Debbie had the prettiest that was the big news.
Hers was rainbow in ambry, type of gentle hues.
Bras were more important than any of our hairdos.
Why we needed fancy, did some of us confuse.
Those who did not realize free love was not a ruse.
Before today, the last time
Was on February third.
I looked a mess; if you had seen me
You would have concurred.
For shorter hairdos need a trim
More often than the long.
That in-between length somehow looks
Just ultra flat-out wrong!
But now that my reflection,
Which the mirror does display,
Looks a whole lot more familiar,
I must cover up the gray!
Let me love your imperfections
(That suggest I've chance to win.)
Makeup, jewels, fancy hairdos
Cover multitudes of sin,
Cleanliness the highest virtue
That I still aspire to reach.
All the rest need heavy lifting,
Something few men learn or teach!
Love me, though humility's not
Appellation I deserve.
Win your trust? My tombstone's shingle -
"Lonely heart - desires to serve!"
Long Tooth
May 14, 2019
In this decade: pizza, soda,
Colonel Sanders,
burgers only fifteen cents;
"Tutti Frutti,"
sock hops, "mooning,"
Rock and Roll (monumental consequence);
Rosa's bus ride,
suburbs, fluoride,
escalating sales,
vaccine for polio;
Mickey Mouse Club,
Haley, Hitchcock,
Davy Crockett,
drive-ins,
Fats Domino;
Causeless Rebel crashing car,
bouffant hairdos,
"har dee har har;"
Elvis on TV
and ME.
At the traffic dodged broken barrier
My clown eclipses pinholes gander
Reeked in the phallic sundust
Pouring out in putrid urgencies
Human beams of ghastly thought
Clinging to lucrative belly rings
Bastion of glowing hope tied to rope
Losing abundance in American swamps
As we creek our bells across the world
Drowning coca cola babies all the same
Puns, cliques, and gospel truants
I am fearless to step on statues
To heckle hairdos and smeckle bear feuds
The malls are decorated
And happy voices sing.
It's Christmas in the Northwest,
Let all the churchbells ring.
We haul out our umbrellas
And put our slickers on.
We dash between the showers
To get our shopping done.
There are Santas on each corner
As perfect gifts we chase.
We sacrifice our coifed hairdos,
A smile on every face.
It's Christmas in the Northwest
From mountain top to vale.
The raindrops won't deter us
From one more Christmas sale.
won 4th place
Today's the anniversary
Of when my parents wed,
But they're not here to celebrate
Since both of them are dead.
Their wedding picture's in a frame;
They're young and all a'glow,
With hairdos in the styles once worn
So many years ago.
I wasn't yet a glimmer in
Their thoughts that happy day.
The future was a question mark
But they were on their way.
And now our years together
Live in memory's secret file.
On days like this I take a peek,
For just a little while.