Best Comb Out Poems

My dear brother Butch,

Hair are the highlights of my week:
I got a job at the Hairway to Heaven salon!
Our motto: "We color your hair or...

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from owned to dethroned
you led me
from queen to unseen
you hid me
once crowned to now bound
you kept me

absorbed to derobed
you left me
a spectacle to be gawked...

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I am a character
In search of my author
Walking great distances in a circle
Wishing for a plot
Wanting a destination
Perhaps a soliloquy
Please fill my lips with your...

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Treasure from the sea
Golden doubloon
Sixteenth Century artifact
By ancestors hewn

Earth’s history lays buried
Beneath five oceans
As undersea tremors
Create violent commotions

Freeing from Spanish galleons
Precious metals, gemstones
To greet early...

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Those stars that sailors follow
Guiding less the sea to swallow

And the night seas black as tar
Beyond the wave a land afar

Halyards taught, blocks in tallow
Breezes...

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This is written in acknowledgement to the lovely sweet men and wonderful Poets on Poetry Soup who have supported and encouraged me since I first...

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Who was it that first said..  
'the eyes are the window to the soul'..
who's eyes did they envision..
and how did they know?

And what of...

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In the daylight hours, I spend  my time
So high on a perch, in a lofty pine
Where I fluff and comb my pretty plumes
And wait...

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Tea Leaves On The Bosphorus

Seated at a table by the stirring water,
My eyes absorb the shore of Asia.
Minerets and aged worn stone
Stand haphazardly along the...

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As biology goes, I'm surviving,
a few aches and pains and a cough
and I check every morning when in the bathroom
to see if my bits have...

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His jazz collection fills the spare bedroom
Music man, you see, was his nom de plume

Our wedding album rests on the nightstand
A keepsake for my viewing...

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It’s Jubilee tea at my auntie’s care home
Aunt Phyllis’s hair could do with a comb
But she doesn’t mind and puts on her hat
The queen won’t...

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The sun poured through the window of my attic room,
      shafts of sunlight- spotlights on the wood floor;
I got out...

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Writtem By Ryland Joshua Matthews
For Contest: Sentimental Love Letters 
Hosted By Poet: Audrey Carey 
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A Lover Remembered

Sometimes I think, sometimes I wander
In my mind I...

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I read it  from the bathroom wall.
God alone save's us one and all.
Along with other mixed obscenities like 
for a good time call.

Some read...

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