Bird in the Barbershop
Chirping like it was morning
Greeting the sun in the evening
Hovering around my head
As I hair bled.
Barber and me seemed brothers
Male concern of the beauty of others
He held the bird in his hand
Cheering me like a marching band.
The scissor swished like a well-oiled machine
The same object made Bobbitt the news queen
Bird of death seemed reminding
For every morning there is evening.
So sharp so full of cheer
Like the need for end year
The last piece of chocolate
Would be the sweetest plate.
So the bird flew around my head
Never had my sorrows fled
Gave my barber a tip
Reminding me to smile before the end of this trip.
Veins and Arteries in the Past
Remaining in the past
Optic nerves defy light years and topography
Blood drips as reruns numb the brain
An opium for a pariah present
Deprived of blood nonetheless
Brain matter splattered over astral planes
Not choosing to throw your body to Now
Where you rightfully belong
So I will hold you tighter
Till my fingers bleed
The energy between the worlds of past and present
Searing my aura
Yet I pull your veins and arteries back
So your eyes will really see me
Your heart will really beat for me
Rather than for the two of you
Nothing more than a dvd copy
When reality tv
Is on my knees before you.
Dancing Queen
Ancient melodies become your soul
Whirling sensuously like a galaxy in heat
No wonder Venus was never dethroned
She just gave way to the undancing gods.
Ripen my admiration of you
An apple of iridiscence and restraint
Better to watch you as a wallflower
Where I bloom unnoticed and undistracting of your moves.
Road is narrow under the mirror ball
So many hotties around you
Nothing wrong with fantasizing what might have been
In my road to my private shrine.
Free am I as I dance with your memory
How good you look how suave your sways
I will turn my stereo so loud
In the hopes the vibrations reach you.
Echo will it I hope
Till you turn your eyes my way
Hold your hand up to this two left feeter
Ballroom stepper suddenly with the dancing queen.
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I have been tagged by my dear friend Kim, so “Dancing Queen” is my cheerful contribution to her great idea, which is also inspired by her own passion to dance (I love to dance, too, in my younger years. All I can manage right now is a monotonous swaying of my hips 
). Okie dokie, see ya!
krkbaker Said:
on March 11, 2008 at 12:35 pm
I love all the alliteration you used in Bird in the Barbershop. I’ve tagged you to play poet with me on my site. Hope you’ll join in.
kim
Love the poems.
“I will hold you tighter till my fingers bleed”
good stuff.
krkbaker Said:
on March 13, 2008 at 1:24 pm
Oh I love it. I like how you were able to use each word to start a stanza. Such an awesome job. These three poems are really something!!1 I’ll probably post this one on my site sometime next week once everyone else has had a chance to finish theirs…if that is ok with you that is?
I’m so excited about how good your piece is…
kim
Oh, it’s okay, no problem
and thanks, you’re leaving me speechless. 
Murder of Ravens Said:
on March 18, 2008 at 3:35 am
I was part of the same tag. Well done, really. I love your imagery!
-smith
Thanks Sir!
amandzing Said:
on March 18, 2008 at 1:13 pm
i love this bit
‘Barber and me seemed brothers
Male concern of the beauty of others
He held the bird in his hand
Cheering me like a marching band.’
my kids used to hate going to the barber, he always seemed to lop off a bit, then i bought my own kit and they seemed happier
that’s cute. i had the same reaction when i was young too. thanks.