Combing Poems - Poems about Combing

five bees blossom dance... hovercraft buzz bush roses - stolen honey dew ~~~~~~~~~ (combing the crop) ...

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I comb the banshee’s long hair until she is calm and silent. She is older than the lowest barren hills. Then, a young girls voice issues from her open mouth. “Daddy.” I’m not her daddy, No one knows her father, unless it be the ever-wailing winds. “Daddy” her voice is getting louder, ceiling light-fixtures begin to tremble, a picture jumps to its death from a cringing wall. “Stop it! No...

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The beautician frowns in the mirror. She stops combing. I think she has found a tick. I get them frequently. I live in the country. Why would you have paint in your hair? She asks me. I am a painter, I tell her. She gives me a look I have not seen since my mother died. I have to laugh....

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An ethereal vision Iridescent her hues Locks of spun gold A mermaid I'm told This mythical creature from Atlantis it's been said In the blink of an eye In the minutest breath ...

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The joy in my heart can't be explained Sorta like when you get your first choo-choo train Well I stand up to pee Discovered have no teats Which made sense, started combing my mane...

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Fenced off with a comb New age sand crab’s beachfront home Cup of styrofoam By Robb A. Kopp All Rights Reserved © MMX...

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Blue tides going out Moonlit sands beneath my feet Sea breeze kissing my cheek By Robb A. Kopp All Rights Reserved © MMX...

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I comb thy noblesse, in that some lost hurt might bring thee sorrow, choosing some avert - a random's borrow to then so divert, God's asking of our faith, to so invert our courage, from His marrow of exert. I comb the gray to know my own alert, in functioning abuse from its framework. Would guide me forward then to not berserk my...

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