Best Comstock Poems

I only want a heart that is free.
To be content with life and me.
I want the space and room to grow.
To reap the harvest of seeds I sow.
To live, work, and take care of mine.
And at the end of the day, bask in the sunshine.
To...

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Jesse Forbes

1893 – 1911

Black Canyon.
Now, there was a place to be!
It is true I was born a brute in a Quaker Town.
Born a bad-tempered brute of a boy
In the two-room digs on Bailey Street and Comstock..
My father fathered two other families,
Unbeknownst to his wife..
And I...

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Luella Bufkin

1872 – 1891


Do you remember me?
Does anyone remember the Bufkin girl of Comstock Street?
I was the girl who read her Bible every Sunday
In the forgiving shade of my father’s Elm Tree..
Maybe not.
Because I died young… way too young. 
And I was a smart pretty...

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These old boots have seen their better days.
But day after day, they continue to amaze
Their part of me, as surely as my own two feet.
They’ve packed me around through 
the rain, snow, mud and heat.
Thy are not as shiny or new as some.
But they still...

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I'm angry, about to throw a fit, and I wish a poet would challenge me.
Follow me into the fiery bottomless pit, and I'll show you demonic poetry!

I have a need to make a poet bleed, but no one can be found.
My mother was impregnated by...

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Sometimes it’s hard to face the woman in the reflection glass.
Because she and I, we so often clash.
Even though she looks just like me.
She is not whom I thought I would see.
Because there are things about her that are scary.
She is the part of me...

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You have my heart and you should know that by now,
But too often, you still find doubt somehow.
Do you really not know, that like you there will never be another?
For me, there isn’t nor will there ever be any other.
No man holds a candle to...

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Good morning children! Rise and shine!
15 minutes until breakfast time.
Hurry up or you’ll be late.
David!! Do not say the word hate.
BECAUSE, it is not a nice word
No  Sierra, we are NOT getting a bird.
BOY, you are pushing me.
One more time and I’ll put you...

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He walked me down a broken fence line when I was five.	
He put the soil in my hands and taught me it was alive.
He spoke to me of life, in a gentle voice.
Taught me wrong from right, and left me with the choice.
He boosted me...

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To be that,
that is the 
object of your
affection.
To feel a 
love that is 
one of perfection.
To be the
object of 
your desire.
To be that,
that fuels 
your fire.
To want 
so that it
becomes 
an need.
A hunger,
in which 
to feed.
A fire, to
no end that
it burns.
A heart that
only yearns.
A life...

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The working Class Hero

From town to town, all across this great land,
You can see the work of a laboring hand.
Not many know their name,
But in my eyes they are heroes just the same.
From driving a nail to driving a stake.
They have pride in what they...

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The gods of oil have reigned downed their wrath,
For which we have not begun to see the aftermath.
For thousands of miles balls of tar will wash upon a virgin beach.
It will be felt around the world, every place that water will reach.
And every land and...

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Make no doubt, it was not something just given.
This good life that I am now livin’
It is one that I have earned.
Mostly through the hardest lessons learned.
Worked from daylight to dusk,
And at night rocked cryin’ babies who fussed.
Done things I didn’t know I could do.
Somehow...

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the stearn bear
ate the bull
as meat unto idols
    (the idle mammals
              of mammon
         on fence road)
the bags of king Midas filled
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I can feel it,
becoming in me.
Growing inside.
Birthing the new
me. The old 
one is dead.
Renewed from
the very source.
living life,
with a new force.
Through a
living death
I found life.
Finding peace
amongst the
strife.
I’ve found a 
burning fire.
an unconditional
desire. I have 
found a place,
now that I 
have found
my saving 
grace. 




October 27th,...

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