"pedicure" poems
Wussup, professional Latina?
Diversity been good 2 U?
Water warm enough 4 U?
Shaking down enuf rich gringos
to fund your Non-Profit?
(*speak against capitalismo here*)
Got time for la Revolución after your pedicure today?
(mention the border here)
still watching Oprah, Abuela?
heard from your third ex-husband recently?
Wussup consummate professional.
(*turn on NPR here*)
Got nail polish? Got car waxed? Got investments?
(take a networking business lunch here)
Have you streaked your hair enuf?
(mention indigenismo here)
I hope you are caring well for all the nietos
and still have time to be a tiburona
(insert italicized Spanish word here)
How are all your gente ?
(*mention mujeres fuertes here*)
Hey Latina - when did you move out of the barrio ?
(*mention La Raza here*)
Mujer Latina—wussup.
how is Gringolandia workin' out 4 U ?
(turn off Univision here)
'cause if the oppression gets too bad
you could always move back
to Venezuela
or Chihuahua
or San Juan, or...
(*mention Trump here*)
...Miami?
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 7:01 PM UTC
Don't be fooled.
I don't woo with words.
I don't woo with actions,
Either.
No, I am too much of a novice.
My intention,
Intended,
To release these tensions
Intensified by the cloud
Of tense living.
In tensions with no spa,
No relief,
No massage,
No pedicure,
No manicure
To calm them.
Ever wondered
Who masseurs
The masseuse?
I don't wonder.
I know.
No one.
Intending
To untensify
The tender
Tendencies of
Tenacious living,
The tenders of
Untended flesh
Relieve your tensions
With no intentions
of receiving intended returns.
They take your tensions
With only intentions
To leave you intense
In the freedom of life.
Meanwhile fragile tensions
Tend to rend them,
Causing trouble and strife.
Feel relieved.
They are in tension,
Don't worry about
Giving attention.
You weren't going to anyway.
May 16, 2010
May 16, 2010 at 3:20 PM UTC
He steals her toys
then yells at her
for losing them
after he's already sold them
online.
I can't figure out His logic
i think Its just another way He
acts grimy to keep his Lady
in high spirits.
How much was
her pedicure this week?
it cost about
the price of one
limited edition
funko pop figure
and the sad face of
your little girl.
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC
Designer clothes.
Designer shoes.
Manicure.
Pedicure.
Highlights, too.
Your facade is immaculate,
but you don't need to be told.
You put up a front,
and think nobody knows
the real you.
That insecure woman,
is much more beautiful
than any surface you could summon.
Jan 9, 2012
Jan 9, 2012 at 4:16 PM UTC
American city, your roads make me gasp,
Hold my breath with cancerous anxiety.
Your sidewalks,
Ancient ruins of time passed: A failed optimism for Utopian desire:
A house, a yard, a car for every person.
Now derelict, termite infested, but rented.
Chlorinated chemical water runs through rusted, moldy spickets to
Rinse pesticide seasoned vegetables.
And yet they remain so tasteless.
But who cares?
Suburban middle class zombies?
Created with media placed propaganda.
Born and inoculated with DisneypepsiMccocacola ideologies.
Oh Wal-Mart,
how we love your homogenized Chinese products.
Oh America,
how we love your multi-million dollar cathartic films,
They bring my mind to no place and inspire nothing.
Your theme park inspired retail caters to any identity I desire:
I am a professional,
My wallet lined with the best credit cards,
SUV, Hummer, Super boat, designer label, mall bought,
bleached teeth smile, with slick greasy hair style.
I'm cool, I pay for the gas.
Beep your horn, and rev your engine.
We are at war with each other.
Everyone get out of my way: road rage lifestyle: compete or die.
Big screen television dream.
Bought it at Target.
Open my cupboard: Macaroni and Cheese, delicious.
Ambian, Prozac, antibiotic, Listerine.
Collagen bovine beauty:
Manicure, pedicure, dye and wax
Acrylic nails, hair extensions
And silicone sacs.
Oh, American city
How we want to steal your money and **** your blood.
Chop your trees and cement your grass.
American city you are dead.
Jan 11, 2010
Jan 11, 2010 at 6:22 AM UTC
The small faced Korean
Man
Paints orange nail polish
My girlfriend's feet
He wears plastic gloves that
Don't fit
Quite
Rightly.
He is missing half a
Finger on
His right hand.
Robb and I talk
Again
Of the orange grove
He will inherit,
We make jokes
That cause the women
Rubbing our feet
To laugh and smile.
My feet begin to lose their
Hard earned callouses.
The soap they use smells
Like oranges.
The three of them
Walk over to a crock-pot
To grab warm rocks
Robb asks if it's time
For chili
He had
not finished
His soup at lunchtime
As we talked of
Old stories
Some that left scars
And others
Callouses.
The soup grew cold
But the smiling
reminded me
It is springtime
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 4:16 PM UTC
i cannot tell you
how many well meaning
eyes have looked deeply into mine
as lips questioned,
"now what are you doing for you?"
i find that such a bizarre question.
i don't know
staying alive?
avoiding death by
getting maimed
malnutrition
the elements...
isn't that what everyone is doing?
what people are looking for
is something more like...
girl, let me tell you
pull your chair closer
(said in a conspiratorial way)
these disasters couldn't have
happened at a better time!
i've been taking my
government cheese
paying all my bills,
going out to dinner every night
you know i got a life coach
a yoga instructor
and a therapist?
yeah
i have a lover for
every day of the week
i get a massage every wednesday
and a pedicure every monday
because i deserve this me time
what the ****
what am i doing for me?
what are you doing for you?
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 1:50 AM UTC
No latte
no "three men walked into a bar ..."
no sun salutation
can give me that reinvigorating boost
no melody
(and for that matter no harmony)
no pedicure
no crisp fall walk
can ease my anxious state
I am unsettled, trying to find a surface to settle on
so I settle down to the lowest parts of Maslow's mountain
searching for comfort in edible bites and physical bits,
deep in the valley where I should not be
"How ya doin'?"
"OhI'mgood!"
Ain't got time for the real answer
Ain't got time
Ain't got time
cause I won't give it to myself
I was never good at prioritizing
Cause if I knew my priorites
I would remember what a priority it is
to bend to my knees
sink into the ground
and reverently gaze UP
I have not imagined the answers and peace I have recieved
You have to open your mind to see His work
He is visible
in earth and sky
Sometimes He has to remind me
but when He does ...
well, I can enjoy the melodies
and lattes
and jokes again
P.W.C.
Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 5:56 PM UTC
I know I am expected to behave the best.
But sorry! I am not like the rest!
I am expected to look pretty
Since I wake up.
But sorry! I don't all the time wanna hide behind make-up.
I don't mind breaking a nail
While playing like a guy,
Rather getting a pedicure.
I don't mind walking in sneakers than heels high!
I don't mind when they don't like the real me.
But I mind faking it
Just to become a sugar lump.
I mind if you randomly judge me,
For I ain't perfect.
I don't mind using revile and abusive words
For someone who perfectly deserves it!
But I mind backbiting and hurting someone just for jest!
I don't mind getting a silly scar,
While playing cricket.
But I mind if you randomly judge me
For I ain't perfect.
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 3:52 AM UTC
I plan to give her pedicure once again this time.
She will be happy and bless me from her heart.
And her smile will be so content-filling to me.
Her blessings are such great that I met you.
It was on the last year's June 19, Tuesday.
She will complete fifty two years this year.
You led me here we were friends on 19/6/12.
If I must remind ourselves then I'll recount it.
We had met on the biggest socializing website.
Then you & me were like the beauty & the poet.
Here I have written several poems just for you and I know you enjoy reading those because you told me.
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 5:13 AM UTC
Ballerinas are robust.
Are your toes calloused?
Do you dance?
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 9:04 AM UTC
de to små streger skriger
i mine øjne
havde jeg været forsigtig,
taget hvert skridt på æggeskaller og
tænkt lange tanker,
ville jeg løbe videre ubekymret
i dette sekund og
danse i nattens lys
men nu
nu, har jeg solens stråler
i maven
det smager bittert
som om det ikke passer ind
de lyseblå dråber fra mine øjne
er krystalklare
de skærer i mit sind og
hvisker hvad jeg skal gøre
de hvide vægge er kolde
jeg ser min sorte pedicure og
nu matcher den farven indeni
jeg burde være tom
men
jeg fortsætter i ungdommens
lange baner
jeg tegner blomster på blankt
papir og
jeg smiler samtidig
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 8:59 AM UTC
Not one to believe in simple silly charm
But perhaps I need one today
To big toe, see has come wretched harm
And its nail has fallen away
Say, believe with magic powers is art
Perfection of my foot as it will
So I sink this digit in make believe ****
Searching for nail upon window sill
Goes without saying, injury thine own
When stubbed my toe brought a tear
Tooth Fairy affirmed, yet is Toe Fairy known?
Placing nail under pillow I fear
Yes, come to me now, for cannot regret
Love of a fine pedicure
As toe jam so yummy, one never forget
Be more careful in stepping for sure
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 9:31 AM UTC
Perplexed and amazed… and maybe it’s my fault
Probably my fault even…
that it doesn’t appear to occur to some folks
that there is even a possibility
that I am really NOT thinking about them…
or worrying why
Someone is crying or mad or why the ‘tude
Or if they are hungry or rested or had a fight
Or what they plan to do about their latest dilemma…
Hell… Today… I don’t even need to know the good news…
Sometimes I've just got things on my mind…
Like
Who’s gonna do my next pedicure… or
What will be the outcome of this next test… and
today is the anniversary of my mother’s last breath… or how
I wish he was here to kiss my neck… cuz
I do love the way he kisses my neck… and I
Wonder if there is any of that fried fish left…
Ya see… today I just do not care
What’s going on in their world… cuz I choose... today...
To be about my world and the sound of my own heartbeat… and
I think that I plan to have more of these “about me days” and I don’t
give a **** who doesn’t get it… or feels put upon cuz
It shows that I’m disconnected…
Cuz everybody on this whole spinning rock is so into just themselves
and if I’m into you… and you into you… then who's into me…?
and perhaps I’m breaking some cardinal rule
by determining at this late date to be
About my own personal thoughts… but I’ma build this mental wall
to protect them from intruders… cuz it is what it is… and I don’t even feel like explaining that
Sometimes I’ve just got things on my mind…
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 3:22 PM UTC
God of Oprah Winfrey, hear us
let our nails now match our jewels
let thy Self-talk gurus cheer us
raising us above the fools;
plebes who don't esteem their inner
selfish motivational goals,
those who forfeit self as winner
fail to charm our worldling souls.
Dietary mysticism
helps to shed the guilt that pounds
in our temples. This baptism
in thy shallow pool resounds.
Cutting-edge sound-bites now assure
endless wardrobes. Chic pastel.
And we deserve that pedicure;
freed of Heaven, Christ, and Hell.
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 6:47 PM UTC
A woman at the height of ******
This is where the poem comes to a howl
suddenly, the poet hold his breath
He remembered a time long ago
When her well pedicured feet caught his eyes
and not her mind: that fetish duck..
She could have let him touch up her pedicure
Instead of playing with her heart strings
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 11:36 AM UTC
A woman at the height of ******
This is where the poem comes to a howl
And the poet, hold his breath
He remembered a long time ago
When her well pedicure feet caught his eyes
And not her mind..a fetish dish
She could have let him touch up her pedicure..instead of playing with her heart strings..
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 11:10 AM UTC
I feel so much time on my hands, and with so much time.
I waste it away,
I feel I have little time on my hands and with so little time,
I rush and scramble about to hold onto it.
It's been said that time is an illusion,
a phenomenon made by humans.
Animals don't worry about time,
they worry about family, food, the sun, the moon,
water, no water.
earth, no earth.
Humans worry about birthdays, lateness, money, bills,
manicure, no pedicure.
gas, no gas.
Time. I worry about it,
I worry about my family, food, the sun, the moon,
water, earth, birthdays, manicures and no pedicures.
Will this mean something in a few years?
will time wear on the pages?
Will my time have run out to see it?
I feel so much time on my hands, and with so much time.
I waste it away,
I feel I have little time on my hands and with so little time,
I rush and scramble about to hold onto it.
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 6:25 PM UTC
Walk on eggshells,
Don't let them crack;
After all that's happened
How can we get back...
****** if I do,
****** if I don't
Terrified of wasted time
And fake feelings shown
I don't understand
What's different from before
We're still there everyday
Only now there's eggshells on the floor.
Tip toe around,
Careful what you say,
Don't want to make a slip
And have him push you away.
Everything is there still:
Feelings, attraction, ease;
Laughs, jokes, playful remarks,
And the way we tease.
Lingering gazes,
The desire to touch,
Although you're right there,
I still miss you so much...
You're there in front of me
But you stay just out of reach
Mesmerizing with kindness
And essays of sweet speech.
He loves me,
He loves me not
Maybe disappointment
Is the thing I bought
Wandering around
Shattered shells beneath my feet
Hoping you'll make a decision
And in the end we'll meet
A pedicure of blood,
My heart black and blue
Clinging onto faith
Because I believe in you.
You keep me complacent
Or just keep me around
Until you're more comfortable
Letting me down.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 10:09 PM UTC
A woman at the height of ******
This is where the poem comes to a howl
And the poet, hold his breath
He remembered a long time ago
When her well pedicure feet caught his eyes
And not her mind..a fetish dish
She could have let him touch up her pedicure..instead of playing with her heart strings..
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 11:10 AM UTC
A woman at the height of ******
This is where the poem comes to a howl
And the poet, hold his breath
He remembered a long time ago
When her well pedicure feet caught his eyes
And not her mind..a fetish dish
She could have let him touch up her pedicure..instead of playing with her heart strings..
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 11:10 AM UTC
A woman at the height of ******
This is where the poem comes to a howl
And the poet, hold his breath
He remembered a long time ago
When her well pedicure feet caught his eyes
And not her mind..a fetish dish
She could have let him touch up her pedicure..instead of playing with her heart strings..
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 11:10 AM UTC
A woman at the height of ******
This is where the poem comes to a howl
And the poet, hold his breath
He remembered a long time ago
When her well pedicure feet caught his eyes
And not her mind..a fetish dish
She could have let him touch up her pedicure..instead of playing with her heart strings..
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 11:10 AM UTC
First off let's make it clear I ain't funny
And I don't start conversations out with bonjour
But there comes a time in every mans life
Where he needs a good Man-icure
When you hit the age of me on the same feet
It's time to give the old dogs a break
Empty out your calendar this will take all day for sure
And you don't want distractions in the way
Cause when the hair on your toes could keep an Eskimo clothed
And carpet his whole family's igloo
That's when you know it's time to call up your Bro's
And go visit a Asian or two
A pedicure for a man to remove the toe jam
Like they would weapons of mass destruction
But let's not call it a date cause that just sounds gay
Let's say outing or a manly luncheon
Like a kid in a candy store given chocolate galore
With no earthly thoughts of calories
Signed up for the 5 gold star plan soon to be a new man
Where you're bound to not recognize me
From hot wax to cream to all things in between
Why they even buffed my buff
From bottom to top they did the whole lot
And yes I liked it...thank you very much
As we went through the day the new me being made
Rolling me from dock to dock
Then came to the time we stopped short of a dime
When they wanted to give me a bikini WHAT?!?
That's where I drew the line there's just some things I find
That a Manly Man would never stand
We went back to the front, that's enough of this lunch!
THAT gold star wasn't in my plan
Would I do it again? All you gotta do is say when...
But next time round believe me
When it comes to the stars I'll stop at the 4
Which I believe is the boxer instead of bikini
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 3:27 PM UTC
First off let's make it clear I ain't funny
And I don't start conversations out with bonjour
But there comes a time in every mans life
Where he needs a good Man-icure
When you hit the age of me on the same feet
It's time to give the old dogs a break
Empty out your calendar this will take all day for sure
And you don't want distractions in the way
Cause when the hair on your toes could keep an Eskimo clothed
And carpet his whole family's igloo
That's when you know it's time to call up your Bro's
And go visit a Asian or two
A pedicure for a man to remove the toe jam
Like they would weapons of mass destruction
But let's not call it a date cause that just sounds gay
Let's say outing or a manly luncheon
Like a kid in a candy store given chocolate galore
With no earthly thoughts of calories
Signed up for the 5 gold star plan soon to be a new man
Where you're bound to not recognize me
From hot wax to cream to all things in between
Why they even buffed my buff
From bottom to top they did the whole lot
And yes I liked it...thank you very much
As we went through the day the new me being made
Rolling me from dock to dock
Then came to the time we stopped short of a dime
When they wanted to give me a bikini WHAT?!?
That's where I drew the line there's just some things I find
That a Manly Man would never stand
We went back to the front, that's enough of this lunch!
THAT gold star wasn't in my plan
Would I do it again? All you gotta do is say when...
But next time round believe me
When it comes to the stars I'll stop at the 4
Which I believe is the boxer instead of bikini
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 8:01 AM UTC