when I
young I
was well
and tell
my friends
split ends
my hair
not fair
but clean
not mean
I wash
and brush
my locks
like ducks
to say
like fay
I sing
and swing
and fly
not cry
to dry
not fry
under
hot air
my own
full grown
long hair
black hair
love you
just you
sweet you
black you!
Chip and Dale were favorite cartoons of my sister and me.
With so much ***** and happiness, joyful they could be.
They ran around in chipmunk form and chittered away.
Making our cartoon fest much better every single Saturday.
Chip and Dale played tricks on other cartoon friends.
Their antics were silly and funny; without any mean split ends.
We laughed, tittered and chortled over these two in a funny way.
They were the highlight of our cartoon day, it was each Saturday
Just Strands of Straw
I look into the mirror,
my hair has dropped to the sink.
It is a trail of tears,
years of taking care of split ends,
fluffing and drying,
tying it up,
leaving it down…
now, just gone.
My crown of glory
it is…
gone.
Maybe
and
more than likely,
forever…
Yet the Glory of My Lord,
is ever upon me,
shinning brightly,
in all
of…
His Light!
Yes, my hair has fallen,
to the floor.
I have not.
I am loved
and
cherished.
He sees,
“me”.
Welcome to the real world
where Cinderella has six inch stilettos
and carries flat shoes just in case
where Rapunzel is shaved
or has short hair due to split ends
where sleeping beauty has mints
just in case you want to kiss her
where snow white has no animals
so she sings in the shower
where Tiana kisses many frogs
hoping one will give her a Tiara
Where kingdoms are rooms
And palaces are a pile of sheets.
Welcome! Where Prince charming is
Anything but a prince
Charming is his string of lies
Where the knight is courageous
only under the influence
And his shining armour
is but a cracked personality
And the only protection
He offers is rubber.
So welcome! To the real world
Where the world is unfair
Yet it is fair
For it is unfair to everyone
Welcome to the real world
Where happy ever after
Is only found in Jesus! Peace!
To prove that she just did not care
She tossed all her clothes in the air
Her father would scream
Whilst mum ate ice cream
And the postman sighed, "What a pair!"
Gummi Bare
Freddy had a rubber dolly
Designed to be, "Freddy's Folly"
Out of the blue
She proved untrue
And bounced off the bed with Wally
Teenage Trauma
Wanda & May Bee were very best friends
Like all teenagers they followed the trends
In all kinds of weather
They would cry together
Their world was ending; they both had split ends!
The distinct decade
Preceding my birth
Ecstasy and aids
Consumed this earth
They begged for pleasure
Pleaded for peace
Floated high as a feather
Then along came grease
A musical comedy
Featuring John
About a he and a she
Who’s fling was gone
A romantic summer
Had ended too soon
Though they found it, a bummer
They achieved fine tune
The smell of pot
Was an expected aroma
Not just in one spot
Everyone’s a stoner
Bell bottomed hippies
Wide eyed with split ends
The decade of groupies
And beginning Again
The world was flat
Or, so, many said
But where Was I at?
Before mom and dad met
Did I exist within him
Was I always his girl
Meant to be kin
When I entered this world
It’s a fun scenario
But, flawed to the brim
Because anywhere he would go
I wouldn’t have been
I was somewhere with her
It has to be true
I’ve always preferred
The things she would do
Perhaps, in a van
Headed to Cali
To take a stand
Join a rally
Or in grandma’s garage
On the green couch, with flowers
With mom’s entourage
Laughing for hours
Or maybe I’m wrong
And I ceased to exist
The shot was long
But I couldn’t resist
A circuit of cells
Creating a feeling of unresponsive touch
Silently transmitting a physical reaction By neutrons uncalculated
At a Speed of light
The past existed
The mind has recorded
Touch him
Feel how temperature has decorated
The surfaced atmosphere of his skin
Feel the split ends of a smooth texture
Comfort replies warmness
And hugs lightens up the tension
Touch her
Checking all my emails is becoming quite a chore
my inbox piling up with offers I've never asked for
there's one here from a dating site that says I've got no friends
and one's a cure for balding and it also cures split ends
this latest one has got some nerve and left me really miffed
it claims that I am crap in bed and helps me to get stiff
the pop-up tablet advert claims I need to lose some weight
plus a free tub of some cream because my skin is in a state
Although I have deleted them I don't feel really mad
coz when I sit and think about it-
four out of five ain't bad............
7 Haiku Geese
Canadian Geese do point
Fly in ‘V’ shaped directives
Past’s learnt directions!
….didee © HAIKU
*Arrow signs direct
Sky-masses of geese elites
Comings and goings!
…..didee ©HAIKU
*All northern geese
Bid ‘fly-byes’ seasonally
Spring and winter tours!
….didee © HAIKU
Our geese have great flocks
Soaring far north in summer
Down south in winter!
….didee © HAIKU
Two pilots each tour
One Canadian goose ‘flagpoles
Two tails split ends!
…. didee © HAIKU
We waited the winter long
For your passing now in spring
Bringing summer soon!
….didee©HAIKU
The fireworks glaze the corners of my eyes
But I can't see, the bombs falling all around me
The rushing blood pumping through my legs
I can feel glaucoma coming with every scream
Grasping the chalky stone near my knees
A black sky, alight with frozen mitochondria
A gibbous moon passes this outer lined disease
Clenching my chest, a latrine of hypochondria
Walking back through the city for my apartment
Bumping into each bystander my indifference can reach
Lossless complaints printed upon a crinkled parchment
My apathetic tendencies swim through this tar soaked beach
Preparing my makeshift bed and wishing I could pretend
That soaking my throat in lorazepam will melt my ice cold cornea
That this melting pillow will strip all my split ends
That this night wouldn't suffer from mental palinopsia
anniversary, bird, change, courage, immigration, mystery, sky,
'Geese' Hiaku: 'Ode to the Canadian Goose'!
Canada’s Geese © HAIKU
All Northern Geese ‘crop’
Seasonal tour ‘reruns’ twice!
Returning again!
Flag-poled Staff © HAIKU
Two pilots each tour
One Canadian goose ‘flagpoles’
Two tails split ends!
Canada Geese Fly By! ©HAIKU
Touristic ‘fly-bys’
Soar far north in summer months
Down south in winter!
Canadian Geese © HAIKU
Arrow signs direct
Sky-masses of geese ‘elites’
Comings and goings!
Flights Yesteryear© HAIKU
Canadian Geese consent
To ‘v-shaped’ sky-tipped arrow points
Past’s learnt direction!
Canada Geese Tours © HAIKU
‘Fly-by' Geese Tourism
Northerner or Southerner
Two seasons a year!
Canadian Geese Vacation © HAIKU
Arrow signs direct
'V-trailing' geese to the sky
Masses 'enlist' onward!
Flights To Yesteryear© HAIKU
Canadian Geese mark
'V-shaped' (sky) tipped arrow-points
Aged-mapped destinies!
My first love - when we ended,
They told me to pray to God,
And that he would make time,
My new best friend.
And with the love I had for you,
The despair I would fall out of.
My second love - when we ended,
They did not tell me anything,
For what really could they say?
I sit and watch the hands of grace,
Embalming memories of emotion.
Love forbidden to ever die but,
Peace in how under time it hides.
So I still know,
In spirits and parallels,
I am still with you both,
And this was never written.
#2
From a brunette final encore,
they told me to pray to God,
and that he would make time
my new best friend.
And with the love I had for you,
the despair I would fall out of, but
when blond strands reached split ends,
they did not tell me anything,
for what really could they say?
I sat and watched the hands of grace,
embalming memories of emotion.
Love forbidden to ever die, but
peace in how under time it hides.
So I still know,
in spirits and parallels,
I am still with you both,
and this was never written.
Tall, naked trees
are slowly getting dressed
Tiny green polka dots adorning each appendage.
Strong winds force them into an unsynchronized dance
as the song turns to static in the switch of a dial.
The larger green polka dots weigh heavily on the arthritic arms
so delicate yet so strong.
A row of pine trees takes center stage
at the top of the mound carpetted in a net of brown, lifeless array.
Fragrant needles moving smoothly
like a ballerina twirlng in a child's jewelry box.
Ornamental grasses are peeking up out of the moist soil
like a newborn taking its first breath of air.
Thick, lush tufts of new follicles
abundantly sprout on the scalp of the Earth.
Unshampooed from last years dry leaves
and the split ends of each fallen branch.
Lying helpless, like an overprocessed hairdo.
The big, yellow balloon
with no string attached
looking down below
flashing a bright, warm smile
with the passing of each cloud
god, tell me how we got
this far
the other side of i-love-you
flipped over, faced down photograph of spring
before pink bled into red?
I hugged cherry trees and dug fingernails
into thick bark, your sweater
rain-soaked wool
I gave you august
but the heatwave killed your mockingbird
scattered my songs and in the silence
the facet dripped
by a sink, my hair on your lips
thin split ends
leaves fell along the eastern front
while the west wept dandelions?
they clung to your windscreen wiper
swish, swoosh
under dead snow
five feet deep, scared to melt past 3 am?
after another hurried kiss
you burned the ten dollar yard-sale bible
two pages, close enough
for blasphemy
and the muttered nonsense of
it's going to be okay
Broken nails
Split ends
Bruised toes
Swelled head
Damaged heart
Water under the bridge
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