"shampooing" poems
spring cleaning in the form of blasting your bands music
while i pick up the clothes that smell like him.
spring cleaning in the form of replaying the day I walked away
over and over in my head as if to erase all that happened afterwards.
spring cleaning in the form of taking all the poetry I wrote about you,
and scrambling them up to mean something entirely different.
spring cleaning in the form of endless shampooing,
to rid the touch of your hands from my hair.
spring cleaning in the form of disposing all memories made in winter.
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Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 9:12 PM UTC
Do you have curly hair?
Is the top of your head not bare?
When in the shower, and using shampoo, do you have to take care?
Even when shampooing a mare?
Well then, I have a story to share.
My hair is curly, and it is a Jew Fro.
Its totally badass bro,
And bigger then your big toe.
After this poem, to a party I go.
The Fro is made of little curls,
It doesn’t help get pretty girls,
Hopefully it won’t make them hurl.
Never sticky guarantee
It enlightens me,
And helps with tai chi
Unfortunately I have no key,
What’s worse is Kasper is a DDD.
Every now and then, it gets slicked back by Shoes,
In any way in which we choose.
When the cows see it they all give moos,
I think those kids deserve some *****
JWU!
Please don’t sue,
Because, I really don’t have a clue.
BOO! Let us surprise you with a dijeridoo.
If left unwashed it gets *****
Not as bad as a kid named Klappy.
Sometimes he transforms into Slappy,
But if you ask me, the fro makes us all a little happy.
Hopefully, this poem isn’t ******
Mar 11, 2011
Mar 11, 2011 at 9:35 AM UTC
Washington needs to wash Obama out of its hair
he's doing more damage the longer he is there
the hair strands are in need of new management
for under Obama they've received much torment
an improvement to the locks will be extra nice
as Washington gets rid of the Obama device
the Congress and Senate can do the shampooing job
which will see the Pres quickly given the fob
Washington will have a lustrous sheen to the tress
when the hairdressers get onto the mess
now is the time to employ good methodology
by washing Washington's hair with ousting technology
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 9:53 PM UTC
I stopped thinking about you constantly
I can now focus on what matters
But
In between shampooing and conditioning my hair
That silent moment on the radio
The moment before finally drifting into sleep
Waiting for the light to turn green
Fast forwarding through the commercials
I still think of you
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 1:39 AM UTC
When you looked at me last November,
I swear to God I saw the devil in your eyes
but I ignored him the way you ignored me for the next month
And that day I got into your pickup truck I thought your eyes grew pure
but you had me fooled and they were as menacing as ever.
I told you about the people who have hurt me and
the first time you ****** me you came too fast
and you were so embarrassed but I didn't care.
You got dressed too quickly and
the second time we did it you kept asking if I was okay,
if I needed you to go slower.
Eventually you had me bent over the sofa in your living room
screaming, "Oh my god"s and breathing into the cushions
and your phone kept ringing and ringing but we didn't care
And one time you bought me breakfast and
pulled two fold-able chairs from the bed of your truck
and we sat on them by a lake and talked about the universe
and I should have known God was warning me when my ankles got covered in ant bites and when I told you, all you did was put the chairs back in your truck
The first time we ever took a shower together you took time shampooing your hair and when it got in my eyes you laughed
I knew you were a fallen angel but holy **** if I could do it again,
I would.
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 9:29 PM UTC
I wonder is thinking about my past obsession my new obsession.
Have you ever wanted to eternally hold someone down, hold them down, stay down, like some type of romantic oppression.
My expressions, she Questions, Lectures me about moving faster than the class, seems loving someone too soon is today's lesson.
See I was just trying to appreciate a blessing, Appreciated it so heavily in fact, i began stressing.
Have you ever gotten something so good, the day it arrived you had already began dreading the day it would leave?
It's like getting the throne and not appreciating the throne, just resenting the fact one day there has to be another Queen.
You can treat good things to well when you're used to washing in pain, shampooing in secrets, and using tears as a rinse.
I think this is the reason why in my Heart she had the throne, she was my Queen before I was even her prince.
Lose your Queen and you're just a Jack, with no way to become a King, no way to ascend, no way to bridge that gap.
So I try fill the space with Jokers, 9s, and 10s even but beauty doesn't Equate strength, & every time I walk a bridge composed of attraction and pleasure my path is sure to collapse.
I'm on a Plane to Oregon & as I wait I realized I was becoming anxious, I'm headed toward a dream, and I'm impatient, rushing the moment rather than taking it all in.
This is when it finally dawned on me that no matter how big a lead i have, I will always have to wait until the fourth quarter to see who truly wins.
Sometimes when you're blessed with someone you have to be patient enough to let the buzzer sound, for your blessing to realize that you yourself are a blessing too.
The most Amazing and beautiful things in life are so fragile because they are life themselves, Admire but don't obsess, touch but don't capture, stand close but not too close, even a fish needs breathing room.
"Premises of a Loss" -Tadashi Pinder
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 1:11 PM UTC