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Hair
Wavy, Curly
Washing, Shampooing, Conditioning
The ladies love it
Banging

poem by Albert Solis
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I had beautiful wavy hair and a waxed mustache.

quote by Curly Howard
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The Little Girl With Curly Hair

there is this little girls with black curly hair
flat nose, thin eyelashes, wavy goatish eyelids,
sitting on a bamboo pole
(the common furniture there)
with bare hands and bare feet
staring at me,
for i am new here and i have a big tummy
and i am white skinned, and i have candied
inside my pockets, she knows that soon
i will throw all these candies in the air
for all the other children

but there is something strange about this
little brown girl with curly hair sitting all alone
on that bamboo chair

her father and mother were killed in the last rebellion.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Erotic Hair

when my hair
gets long enough
after a month
uncut by
my gay barber
they become
so curly
like my pubic
hair

and women
and even gays
love all the curls
of my hair

erotic hair
and i am wearing it
as a crown

understand
i am coping up
with mid-crisis
and i like to
say

i got hair
and they are too curly
like my
(messy) sex life

listen, my life
begins at 69.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Wavy

I thought that I had wavy hair
Until I shaved. Instead,
I find that I have straight hair
And a very wavy head.

poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Little Jamie

Ither laddies may ha's finer claes, and may be better fed,
But nane o' them a'has sic a bonnie curly heid,
O sie a blythe blink in their e'e,
As my ain curly fair-hair'd laddie, Little Jamie.

When I gang oot tae tak' a walk wi' him, alang the Magdalen Green,
It mak's my heart feel lichtsome tae see him sae sharp and keen,
And he pu's the wee gowans, and gie's them to me,
My ain curly fair-hair'd laddie, Little Jamie.

When he rises in the mornin' an' gets oot o' bed,
He says, mither, mind ye'll need tae toast my faither's bread.
For he aye gie's me a bawbee;
He's the best little laddie that ever I did see,
My ain curly fair-hair'd laddie, Little Jamie.

When I gang oot tae tak' a walk alang the streets o' Dundee,
And views a' the little laddies that I chance to see,
Nane o' them a' seems sae lovely to me,
As my ain curly fair-hair'd laddie, Little Jamie.

The laddie is handsome and fair to be seen,
He has a bonnie cheerie mou', and taw blue e'en,
And he prattles like an auld grandfaither richt merrily;
He's the funniest little laddie that ever I did see,
My ain curly fair-hair'd Iaddie, Little Jamie.

Whene'er that he kens I am coming hame frae my wark,
He runs oot tae meet me as cheerful as the lark,
And he says, faither, I'm wanting just a'e bawbee,
My ain curly fair-hair'd laddie, Little Jamie.

poem by William Topaz McGonagall
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She loves her hair stretched

accustomed to curly hair
when we were yet children
living in the same house

I feel uneasy why she
wears stretched hair
And she takes pride
about her new found fashion
And taste for something straight.

Curly hairs and split ends
Never gave her luck
She got an ugly husband
Who does not understand her
Rich maybe, but slaps her

It is time she gains confidence
In herself to a newer face
A stretched hair, straight
And candid and ready to
Fight now, win or lose,

At whatever costs she must
Deny her old self, the one
With the curly hair, she is
Ready for the consequences.

Her right as a new woman
With stretched hair is now

Or never, she has no time left
Anymore for hiding and cowardice and tears.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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So Many Different Hairstyles

Braids, pigtails, buns,
So many different hairstyles.
Blondes, brunettes, redheads,
So many different colours.
Red, purple, orange,
So many different dyes.
Mohawks, buzz, mushroom,
So many different haircuts.
Bangs, trims, layers,
So many different hair fashions.
Curly, wavy, straight,
So many different hair types.
Short, medium, long,
So many different lengths.
Bald, thick, thin,
So many different hairs.

Gel, hairspray, mousse,
So many different hair glues.
Bobby pins, clips, pencils.
So many different accessories.
Scrunchies, hair bands, elastics,
So many different frills.
Straightener, curler, blow-dryer,
So many different electric devices,
Comb, brush, separator,
So many different appliances.

poem by Janneke Tenvoorde
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A girl with curls...! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

I don’t like my curly hair.
Everyday I say a prayer.

God, please make my hair straight.
I want to make two long plaits.

Do you think He hears my plea?
Oh, she asked innocently of me.

Dear, you look truly like an angel.
But they are always entangled.

Please, please pray for me.
I want hair like you, you see.

Do you think He really loves me?
Darling, He loves everyone you see.

Then why did he make my hair curly.
He loves you very, very dearly.

On hearing this she did a jig.
He must have a heart really big.

I just can’t love everyone.
That boy who teases me, for one.

Then she clapped and ran about.
Kicking the ball, scream and shout.

Forgot all about her curls.
How dainty is my little girl!

Of Anika, for Anika, my grand daughter

poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Only Chemistry

You fit like a glove around my hand,

Like the oceans water caressing the sand.

I cuddled your body like a teddy bear,

I felt you curly wavy hair.

I’m letting my memories go to dust,

For this relationship,

was only heated in lust.

Nothing more in this

relationship store,

For it was missing it’s

maturity core.

Written By Christina Sunrise in 199

poem by Suzae Chevalier
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R.I.P. Marco Simoncelli

Might be today
We are dreaming
About his smiles
Joy of life
Ride of the star
In him
We was stunning still
For the reason
He is the star
On the roaring road
The same fame of passion
His life was gone
And my tears is pouring
Upon the curly wavy hair
Sweet smile
His passion
Is his destination.

poem by Malaya Roses
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Chemistry

You fit like a glove around my hand,

Like the oceans water caressing the sand.

I cuddled your body like a teddy bear,

I felt you curly wavy hair.

I’m letting my memories now go to dust,

For this relationship,

was only heated in lust.

Not much more in the relationship store,

For it was missing it’s maturity core.

Written by Christina Sunrise for www.purplepoems.com

poem by Suzae Chevalier
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I See You

I see you la la la la la la la la la la la la I see you
I see you la la la la la la la la la la la la I see you
I see you la la la la la la la la la la la la I see you
Sun smiling sun through the cave of your hair
Wind washing tulips out of space sitting there
I love you
At your door second floor first world war
I love you
Who listens
Tell your friend Im aware that she care
Who listens
Green specks bright spiraling out in the sky
Catch my eye turn my head have to look dont know why
I see you
Everywhere behind your hair over there
I see you
I see you though your eyes can tell lies I sympathize,
I see you
Sun smiling sun through the cave of your hair
Wind washing tulips out of space sitting there
I love you
[guitar solo]
I see you
Everywhere behind your hair over there
I see you
I love you at your door second floor first world war
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you

song performed by by Yes
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I See You

song performed by by Yes
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Sliver Dream

To a curly hair girl

Last night, I dreamt in the dream

Orange tree, growing at my heart

Under blue sky, on the blue ocean

Wind of change, lifting my heart

Last night, I dream in the dream

Curly hair girl, walking softly

Visible into my eye, I only saw her shadow

With wing of angel, flying slowly

Over my starry sky, in my dream

Oh, curly hair girl, beheld me with your eye

And you will see, life is not a dream

Or love is not dream in my eye

Through lonely night, I dreamt of song

That neither lyric, nor music

Nor word, but I still could hear the song

Of your walking, softly, on my heart.

poem by Kathup Tsering
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Want More Hair?

I'd love
I think
more hair
more hair
like a big
old grizzly bear
more hair makes
you manly
more hair
makes you tough
more hair feels
like carpet
more hair keeps
you rough
more hair
for pretty ladies
to rub their faces on
more hair for
guys to jealous of
and more locks that can
be flung
I think more hair would be awesome
but I wouldn't wanna overdo it
because too much hair would make
me like a little furry blanket
and I couldn't cover both of us
just you and that ain't fair
more hair!

poem by John W. McEwers
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Conditioning

Well youre not, youre not who you think you are
Well we think that you are john or dave
But youre not, youre not who you think you are
Jumbled mass of preconceived ideas
From our birth we were given an identity
People told us we were great or small
From our birth we were given rules of right or wrong
Not forgetting the bullies at school
The world teaches us to think that life is full of limitations
The world tries to make us think that there are loads of limits
The world teaches us to think that life is full of limitations
The world tries to make us think that there are loads of limits
Welcome to conditioning
Welcome to conditioning
And as the world makes us feel great
And as the world makes us feel small
Oh so convinced of our identity
If we only knew it we just cant believe it we just wont believe it
Leading us to think that we are such a success
Conning us to think that we are just a failure
Leading us to think that we are so intelligent
Conning us to think that we are just a do-do do-do
Welcome to conditioning
Welcome to conditioning
Who is to say what is what
Welcome to conditioning
Who is to say what is what
Welcome to conditioning
Who is to say what is what
Er, sorry, ha ha
Who is to say what is what
Welcome to conditioning
Who is to say what is what
Welcome to conditioning
Who is to say what is what
Welcome to conditioning

song performed by by Howard Jones
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All Night

Turn it up (ha ha ha)
Flimode (ha ha ha)
Busta Rhymes (ha ha ha)
Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)
Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)
Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)
Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)

[Chorus:]

All night
To my east niggas West Coast and dirty south

song performed by by Busta Rhymes from Anarchy
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Only Chemistry

You fit like a glove around my hand,
Like the oceans water caressing the sand.
I cuddled your body like a teddy bear,
I felt you curly wavy hair.
I’m letting my memories go to dust,
For this relationship,
was only heated in lust.
Nothing more in this
relationship store,
For it was missing it’s
maturity core.

Written By Christina Sunrise in 1995

poem by Christina Sunrise
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Chemistry

You fit like a glove around my hand,
Like the oceans water caressing the sand.
I cuddled your body like a teddy bear,
I felt you curly wavy hair.
I’m letting my memories now go to dust,

For this relationship,
was only heated in lust.
Not much more in the relationship store,
For it was missing it’s maturity core.

poem by Christina Sunrise
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To a Prospective Cook

Curly locks, Curly Locks, wilt thou be ours?
Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet weed the flowers,
But stand in the kitchen and cook a fine meal,
And ride every night in an automobile.

Curly Locks, Curly Locks, come to us soon!
Thou needest not to rise until mid-afternoon;
Thou mayest be Croatian, Armenian, or Greek;
Thy guerdon shall be what thy askest per week.

Curly Locks, Curly Locks, give us a chance!
Thou shalt not wash windows, nor iron my pants.
Oh, come to the cosiest of seven-room bowers,
Curly Locks, Curly Locks, wilt thou be ours?

poem by Franklin P. Adams
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The Little Girl With Curly Hair

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She loves her hair stretched

So Many Different Hairstyles

A girl with curls...! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Only Chemistry

R.I.P. Marco Simoncelli

Chemistry

I See You

I See You

Sliver Dream

Want More Hair?

Conditioning

All Night

Only Chemistry

Chemistry

To a Prospective Cook

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