For years I had my hair parted down the middle in a ponytail, tucked down around the sides... Well, I went and cut the bangs, and I've been wearing them ever since. They say it's my trademark.
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Ponytail Girl
Ponytail girl, twirl your hair
So that all may know
Your shiny flair.
Ponytail girl, you don't care
That people always question
How you wear that hair.
Ponytail girl, may I ask?
If your hair were any other way,
Would it be like a mask?
Ponytail girl,
I'd just like to say,
I hope you wear that hair
Just as proudly each day.
poem by Amelia Patterson
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Bangs
Bangs
Above your eyes your hair hangs
Blow my mind your royal flyness I dig your bangs
Bangs
To drape across your forehead
To swing concordant angles as you incline your head
Once with a girl I fell in love sometime ago now she had...
Bangs
Are that on which the world hangs
Im only holding your hand so I can look at your bangs
Bangs
Are like a pocket t-shirt
As casual as that while fully intentional
And in case you think Im here cause I like making chit chat
Just remember what I said the moneys under your hat
Bangs
Are that on which the world hangs
Im only holding your hand so I can look at your bangs
Bangs
Above your eyes your hair hangs
Blow my mind your royal flyness I dig your bangs
Bangs
To drape across your forehead
To swing concordant angles as you incline your head
And although I like you anyway, check out your haircut
A proscenium to stage a face that needs no makeup
Bangs
Are that on which the world hangs
Im only holding your hand so I can look at your bangs
Im only holding your hand so I can look at your bangs
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Your Poneytail
I really like your ponytail
Does that mean you're a horse's ass?
Did you have to cut it, when in jail?
I really like your ponytail
Do you wash it without fail?
It really adds so much class
I really like your ponytail
Does that mean you're a horse's ass?
Triolet Structured Poem
poem by J.B. LeBuert
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Trademark
i think it might just be alright
to leave what matters out of sight
old habits die hard, holding on
inevitable means it's never gone
told myself what i need to hear
i think the point was very clear
i showed me what we missed since we
slipped into inconsistency
it seems if my ties with you get severed
i can't seem to hold a thing together
i just fall apart
cause that's my trademark
it's my, my trademark move
to turn my back on you
it's my, my trademark move
to realize i should improve
and sometime soon after that
you'll see me come crawling back
i'll kill the thing that turns me away
amputate the arm that will disobey
withdraw from everything that's hurting me
until you finish your work in me
told myself what i need to hear
i think the point was very clear
i showed me what we missed since we
slipped into inconsistency
it seems if my ties with you get severed
i can't seem to hold it all together
i just fall apart
cause that's my trademark
it's my, my trademark move
to turn my back on you
it's my, my trademark move
to realize i should improve
and sometime soon after that
you'll see me come crawling back
it's my, my trademark move
to turn my back on you
it's my, my trademark move
to turn my back on you
it's my, my trademark move
to turn my back on you
it's my, my trademark move
to realize i should improve
and sometime soon after that
you'll see me come crawling back
song performed by by Relient K
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We Were 16
Red lips kissing,
Pink lips being kissed,
Nipples Hard,
Up and down,
Blonde hair,
Black hair,
Parted in the middle,
In a Volkswagon bus,
In the hippie year of 69.
2001
poem by Richard Stilwell
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Hairbrush
how i wish my fingers were the bristles
or my breath were the wind when it whistles
thru your hair, thru your hair
i wish you'd hold me in your hands
and let me skate thru all the strands
of your hair, of your hair
i could style it anyway you like it
i could brush it straight or even spike it
au contraire! au contraire!
or i would wait patiently in my box
until next i would comb the locks
of your hair, of your hair
i would braid it tight, tousle, and tease!
or pull it back in a ponytail, if you please;
if you dare, if you dare
how often is it a man confesses
that he wish to run barefoot thru the tresses
of your hair, of your hair?
you may think me a little touch'd
but can i tell you just how much
i hate your hairbrush?
this obsession may be zealous
but can i tell you just how jealous
i am of your hairbrush? !
poem by Rev. Dr. A. Jacob Hassler
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The Intervals
you laugh
at the intervals
at the spaces
between
seriousness and
craziness
between lucidity
and insanity
between the interstitial
satire
and the solidity of
desire
this if infinitesimal life
a burst of laughter
between the bangs of the hammer
you guess you made it
he lied
it is someone else
far beyond your imagination
far beyond your control
you look at it again
it looks like you
wearing that hair without
any shampoo
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Luna, Come Out and Play
Luna, come out and play;
We’ll do everything like yesterday,
We’ll bike ride down twisting streets
Of the neighborhood.
I would always let you take the lead
In order to gaze at your shimmering ponytail.
Every slight bounce and charming sway
Felt like love.
I often wondered then
If we were not more than best friends?
In July, we would drink
Your mother’s lemonade
And get sun burnt by the pool;
I had to laugh at your kid brother
Who considered me such a fool
For never letting you out of my sight.
Meet me at the library,
We’ll sit out front on the soft grass.
Wear your summer shorts and sandals.
I don’t care who’s watching,
I’ll kiss your ankles until I’m high and dreaming.
Then I’ll walk you home;
And if you let me in,
We’ll play Sinatra,
I’ll lose my hands in your hair.
As we embrace, I’ll pull your hair
Back into that ponytail,
And I swear, we’ll be sixteen again.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Tucked Away
Well, I saw you once
Then I blew it for the next ten thousand days
I should have flapped away
I needed to come back and show you
I needed to go back
I know its wrong
I laughed to get along
[chorus]
Mama just called
Says shes tucked away
Mama just called
Says shes tucked away another day
Mama just called
Says shes tucked away
Mama just called
Says shes extra sad today
Well, I spent the whole day yesterday
On clichs about love
Making me remember when your pushes became shoves
I wanted to come back and show you
Needed to go back
I know its wrong
I laughed to get along
[chorus]
So whyd you go and play my trust
Todays the same as yesterday, and Im okay
? ? i take the time this weatherman did time again to get along? ?
Since youve been gone
Ill get along anyway at all
Mama just called
Says shes tucked away
Mama just called
Says shes tucked away another day
Mama just called
Says shes tucked away
Mama just called
Says shes tucked away another day
(tucked away)
(tucked away)
(tucked away)
(tucked away)
song performed by by Goo Goo Dolls
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I don't really like dressing up. Some people probably think actresses dress up everywhere they go. I'm in sweatpants half the time with my hair in a ponytail.
quote by Selena Gomez
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Sonnet: Heaven 's Immaculate
How well it looks when combed, the hair of man!
The lawn that’s green and mowed quite recently!
The lovely plaited hair of a woman!
The furrowed soil made by tractor, gently;
How well it looks a macadamized road!
The field ready for harvest, weeds all plucked;
The crane's pulley-lifting a heavy load;
The man wearing a tie and with shirt tucked.
How well it looks, the body spick and span!
The tranquil mind whose thoughts are always clear;
The purified and sinless soul of man;
The human heart whose love is crystal-pure.
Heav'n- abode of God's immaculate;
To enter, souls must be stringently fit.
poem by John Celes
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Ten Grey hairs and a silver one
I discovered my first grey hair
when I was Seventeen years old
It had to do with broken up my first relationship
I discovered my second grey hair
when I was Twenty years old
It had to do with the quarrels at home
I discovered my third grey hair
when I was Twenty-one years old
It had to do with searching for work
I discovered my fourth grey hair
when I was Twenty-three years old
It had to do with loosing my job
I discovered my fifth grey hair
when I was Twenty-five years old
It had to do with giving up my unborn child
I discovered my sixth grey hair
When I was Twenty-eight years old
It had to do with opening my pub
I discovered my seventh grey hair
When I was thirty years old
It had to do with giving birth to my daughter
I discovered my eight grey hair
When I was thirty –two years old
It had to do with the first day at the kinder garden school
I discovered my ninth grey hair
When I was thirty-four years old
It had to do with to find out that some thing was missing
I discovered my tenth grey hair
When I was thirty-five years old
It had to do with the fights between my sisters and mum
My one Silver hair I discovered lately
Has to do with you
Because I miss you so hard …
poem by Pascale Ost
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The Ponytail Poet
I’ve written many poems
Following the variously scattered and tattered
Paths of my life and thoughts.
I’ve tried to chronicle
Hopeful afternoon smiles
And lonely midnight tears;
I’ve tried to confront lingering ghosts
And banish fears.
I’ve written of childhood friends
And reciting prayers for little cats;
I’ve put together words
From conversations I’ve heard
About love affairs and simple cares
Like the current price for apples.
I’ve tried to find phrases
That instill bakery smells
And the joy of a summery day.
But if I could refine my skills
To describe more precisely
The fleeting moment of delicate beauty,
If I was immensely a greater poet,
I would write of nothing more
Than once having seen your hair
In the most exquisitely adorable ponytail
That has ever existed,
And everybody would call me
The ponytail poet.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Big Red
Have you heard about big red?
They even bought a beebread rig
To help the flowers in mean space
Theyre trying to make that place green
Hope the trees will take away the storm [2x]
Dont know how this whole thing started
There was a crowd and then we parted
Dont know if Ill ever go back
Its a long way across all of this black
Here I am in my bucket today
In the middle
Here I am in my bucket today
In the middle
They got a mule they call sal
Bulldozing up canal walls
Theyre gonna tap that icecap too
When they do theyre gonna make that green map blue
The weather is finally getting warm
And the weather is really getting warm
Dont know how this whole thing started
There was a cloud and then it parted
Dont know if Ill ever go back
Thats how I felt when I left that tarmac
Here I am in my bucket today
In the middle
Here I am in my bucket today
In the middle
song performed by by Frank Black
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She Bangs (English Radio Edit)
Talk to me, tell me your name
You blow me off like it's all the same
You lit a fuse, and now I'm ticking away
Like a bomb... yeah baby
Talk to me, tell me your sign
You're switchin' sides like a Gemini
You're playing games
And now you're hittin' my heart
Like a drum... yeah baby
Well if Lady Luck
Gets on my side
We're gonna rock this town alive
I'll let her rough me up
'Til she knocks me out
'Cause she walks like she talks
And she talks like she walks
[Chorus:]
She bangs, she bangs
Oh baby when she moves, she moves
I go crazy 'cause she
Looks like a flower
But she stings like a bee
Like every girl in history
She bangs, she bangs
I'm wasted by the way she moves
No one ever lokked so fine
She reminds me
That a woman's got one thing on her mind
Talk to me, tell me the news
You'll wear me out like a pair of shoes
We'll dance all night until the band goes home
Then you're gone... yeah baby
Well, if it looks like love
Should be a crime
They better lock me up for live
I'll do the time
With a smile on my face
Thinkin' of her in her
Leather and lace
[REPEAT CHORUS]
Man, if Lady Luck
Gets on my side
We're gonna rock this town alive
I'll let her rough me up
'Till she knocks me out
'Cause she walks like she talks
And she talks like she walks
[REPEAT CHORUS]
song performed by by Ricky Martin
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That girl
That girl
with bangs on her hair
a pink headband, thick lips pure red,
curly hair, mini skirt, and bleached legs
as white as may sky,
the way she sits tells me
that she is a woman now
beautiful to be with
because of her
bad habits.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love Tucked Away
Love tucked away
In two hearts
Where neither jealousy
Or envy could enter.
You are always beside me
As sister, friend and mentor.
Love tucked away,
In all the kind things you
Have done to help me grow,
I just had to say it again,
So you would know
How much I cherish
The kind of friend you are,
Love tucked away,
Whether we are near or far.
Love tucked away,
A treasure so deep in my heart,
You've been my friend
Right from the start.
Since the day we first met,
My dear friend I have had
Not one moment of regret.
Love You!
(For Gertrude)
poem by Dorothy Holmes
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The 70's hair with the long on the sides, just doesn't look good coming down the sides of the helmet.
quote by Steve Yzerman
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Decapitation Of What is Familiar
as simple as
a triangle
two sides with
a middle
two arguments
with a solution
familiar as
the sea of grass
fluid and
ever green
take them all out
from a box of
the usual
elevate them
higher from what
we expect
a new look
to old places
extended meanings
to what have been disregarded
no, it is not a play
of words
it is the fusion of
what we refuse to know
and what they are
no, it must not be what
we are
but what they can be
yes, it is the sweetest
sound of the single hand clapping
Prince Serendipity
and her Princess Stupidity
wedding
we were those kids
laughing
because the Emperor
is wearing clothes
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Dad
Do you remember me
On some silent night
Perhaps when the snow falls
In the middle of June
Where you are now
I just can't tell
Did you get my letter
Did I miss your call
Your birthday passed many times
Since you left
It's now fifteen years
I've seen the sun rise
I've seen the rain dry
By now your hearts healed
While mine has died
For the longest time
I wondered what might have been
Had I been givin' the chance
I've seen the dream
Played out in my mind
I'm wearing black
While you're wearing white
And slowly we get lost
In the basement
drinking our last case
But as with most dreams
they never come true
I know this
For mine was hearing
for once
I
love
you
poem by Matt Mondschein
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