Short Ponytail Poems

Jumping Jive dancing
Poodle skirt and long ponytail
I was once sixteen...

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Eyes of a blue hue
Wearing gorgeous vintage dress
And a ponytail

Russell Sivey...

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Abigail, without fail,
Each day brushed her ponytail,
     She brushed so much
     With her forceful touch,
   She lost a little finger nail....

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Shutting out the world,

My home is my safe haven.

  Bare feet and blue jeans,
  
 Hair caught up in a ponytail.

 Here I please only myself....

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What's your opinion my friends
Think I'm going for the ponytail trend
Covid shut down
The barbers in town 
So the obvious solution the rules to bend...

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Let the wind blow cool like someone's breath
after eating Winterfresh.  Let
the willows fly free as if
just paying bail.  And let
them hang like a twelve
inch, synthetic
ponytail.
Blow wind,
blow....

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Little Me

Little fingers, little toes
Little bones, yet no one knows
How horrible you are to me.
We both saw the wall coming.
The difference was that you made it happen,
As you flung me by my ponytail....

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Genitalia is a word that sure catches one's interest
It's got something to do with being the stiffest
Like an uptight dude
Now that's really rude
'Twas about Genny's ponytail, tested me to the limit...

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Another Trump Crony

Seems like must be another Trump crony,
Who always has been a bunch of bologna,
With Ponytail,
Leaving trail,
Or wears horrible hairstyle similar to a Toni.

Jim Horn

Could be Bennett or Martin....

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The blonde playing hopscotch
had a tattoo

In a collision of eras,
her ponytail flew

As innocence skipped,
the ink started to run

A bastardized image
—of time overrun

(Villanova University Campus: October, 2019)...

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Abigail Kirk lived in outback town Burke,
A hotel receptionist, she had a slight quirk,
Her rather long ponytail stretched to the floor,
After a few years it had grown much more,
She sold it to ten bald men and retired from work....

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He is seventeen
Wears his hair long, in a ponytail, it does not look clean.
There are piercings in his lip and his ears.
He wears a spider tattoo on his forehead.
His mother is horrified.
His father is having a fit.
Both grandmothers laugh at them.
Loving their grandson no matter how he looks....

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Structural bones uphold this canvas
A compositional portrait & sketch

Blue lines scroll pigments of rosy nude
With aesthetically pleasing facial cues

Freckles splatter the Irish genetics
While draped in feminine cloths of color

Hair is a red-dyed straight ponytail
Adorning features complete with silver...

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The cashier guy was eyeing her
In ways enthusiastic.
She thought that he was cute as well;
His smile was just fantastic.

She took her ponytail apart,
Removing the elastic;
And struck a sexy pose, a move
A bit extreme and drastic.

Alas, it didn’t work because
He uttered, quite sarcastic.
“Calm down there, miss – and would you like
A paper bag or plastic?”...

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I never met a better fella 
until I met Ella
Ella was finer than Esther
but stronger than Joshua.

She's gat crude swags
both in the way she sags.
Her mother who often nags
would burn masculine stuff from her bags.

Her handshakes are so loud
like a clap in the midst of silent crowd.
Her hair, always bound,
like ponytail and it makes her sound....

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Uncoloured
Untailored
Unzipped
Untied
Unmasked
Untangled

I am unidentified, for no-one can claim to know the depth of my well.
I am no coloured frame of happiness.
I am no tailored garment.
I am not a zipped up pants
I am not a perfectly tied up ponytail.
I am masked with flaws yes.
I am untangling myself from a deeper web.

I am too uncoloured to fit....

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Bingo goes where he does;
Throws his money on the table;
Sandra braids her ponytail;
Says she not in love with no man;
All hail, all hail, yeah;
Gambler goes to jail;
Sandra talks to Mable; 
Bingo doesn't get bail;
Shouldn't steal the money;
All hail, all hail, yeah;
Mable ask Sandra isn't she married to Bingo;
Sandra said while touching her long hair no not any more;

6/11/19...

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I dress is skinny jeans and tang tops
And walk down the street
I dress different from everyone

I wear my hair in a ponytail
and looks around
My hair-do is different form those around

"Did you see her?
She's dresses so weird?"
"Did you see her hair?
Its so plain."

Those words are like annoying flies
That follow me around
But I'll smile and laugh

I'm different
What can i say

A Smile
A thanks

I'm Different...

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She is blowing huge bubbles with her pink gum; all helmet and knee pads flying toward me on roller skates. She will want a hover board next. She is growing fast, bouncy ponytail flying out behind her helmet. I want this moment to last forever.  


                                  she is six years old
                          bubble gum and roller skates
                                    bouncy ponytail...

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Listen to poem:

The Tie Dye Grave
David J  Walker

A gray ponytail from
A balding head 
Vintage love beads and 
A waterbed
A Garrard turntable and a 
Marantz Amp 
Pioneer speakers and a
Roach clip clamp
Some far-out sneakers
And a Lava lamp
Jimi Hendrix in a purple haze
Moody Blues from 
Future past days
McCartney & Lennon in the
Beatles craze
The old grey hippie will his
Souvenirs save and
Take the 60’s to a 
Tie dye grave...

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they wear it as Afros, locks, braids and curls
they wear them as wraps, as perms or relaxed swirls
a woman's crowning glory

in a chignon, a bun or a ponytail draping down
short, long, kinky or bushy all around
upsweeps, page boys, flips or straight as a board
wigs, weaves or extensions whatever they can afford
a woman's crowning glory

be it colored gray, black, brown, blonde or simply red
a woman's crowning glory, the hair on her head...

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We have to wear masks now in public.
Executive order’s been made
So we must embrace
Cloth to cover the face
Because everyone’s really afraid.

It could be a scarf or bandanna
As long as the mouth and the nose
Are hidden behind
What is hoped to remind
Us of germs other folks may expose.

My version, home-made out of cotton,
Loops each ear with a ponytail tie.
I hate how it feels
But its usage reveals
That I’m doing my part to comply....

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I haven't had a ponytail
Since I was very young
And even then, most likely,
Into braids my hair was hung.

When frizz set in, I chopped my locks
And thus the die was cast,
So ponytails and pigtails were
A remnant of the past.

But when I see a jogger
With her ponytail a'bounce,
Its jaunty whipping of the air
Seems like it does announce:

Just check me out! I'm oh, so cool
And confident and fit.
So feast your jealous eyes -
I'm the epitome of IT!...

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Sweetie pie in your red and white dress and bows on your head,
Your blonde hair makes a pretty ponytail the lady said.
Your chubby pink cheeks indicates your age around two
Those eyelet trimmed stiff legged pantaloons look terrific on you.

Darling girl with a glowing complexion perfect and fine.
I adore seeing you wearing that old red dress of mine.
You make it look fresh, I sing out into the world with glee.
Did not look that great on grandma and that would be me....

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An awe of cavernous heartbeats
turned her features equine.

Listening to wind-hollowed chests,
she heard the shape of her life,
the blowing of tubular organs
elongating her face,
into sculptured snorts.

I liked her snagged toothiness.
the linkage of her broad scapulars,
deeply tooled and studded,
a back ready to be saddled by labor,
hitched to days of hay and manure.

When she laughed, hooves stomped
into green rubber
a ponytail swinging from her grey mane....

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