Combs Poems - Poems about Combs

...Words I came by a couple of my forgotten friends today. They are words, Mowing and Scythe. It’s about sixteen years! How heartily we relished our time together! Scythe accompanied me, resid......Read the rest...

...They'll pity you, or, think you're a bad a**, as they sheathe you, roughly, embodiment of your presence, thus the Witches' Hair typecasts, in essence, the strangleweed, acts like ground rent, nat......Read the rest...

...at the edge of the cliff, she stood, determined……. eyes limpid pools of sadness hair wind swept. flawed…. damaged? the swirling enormity below inviting….! nested in her own ignoran......Read the rest...

...DON DIDDY'S DEEDS Diddy, the daring, dashing dude, Dabbled in dalliances, oh so crude. Darting through dreams, dollars, and deucing. Dangling diamonds & jewels, with his schuffel dancing.4 ......Read the rest...

...sun tanned unevenly, foxed grimy fingers caress bruising pounded by day's narration churlish in onyx, was its hint over feathered combs, see, of flicked, creased pages buried, stained words w......Read the rest...

...A new washed morning air combs my gray muzzle. I was dog tired, but now a warm sunlight unwinds tendons and taut nerves. Sunday has its own natural prayers, Shabbat heals wounds. we had nev......Read the rest...

...A romantic interlude At sunset, when the evening has a bluish taint I think to myself I should have written more how wonderful life can be. She smells so good after her nightly bath combs her......Read the rest...

..."Jailhouse Rock," pocket combs Jokes at the burger joint Jiving to "Jitterbug" Johnny Cash for a dime Jumbo milkshake, two straws Just one more song and dance Journey's hit, "Faithfully" 9-1......Read the rest...

...Whispers are battling with my soul’s delight, Shining on half of my senses in time. Mute the translation in its rhythm away from the drum beat in my mind. What the micro vibratos may mean to thi......Read the rest...

...Sowing seeds of kindness, We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves – Knowles Shaw (1874) My mind wander......Read the rest...

...Has compassion lost her way completely? Can't we, like bees, rearrange our lost combs? Can't, even, bitter things be said sweetly? Has compassion lost her way completely? Which bird doesn't rebui......Read the rest...

...Absolute happiest hive was wuzzing and buzzing The cousins are coming whispered our queen bee Luzzing She rarely gets this excited, knowing her duty to the crown. We were all polishing her honey c......Read the rest...

...A single mother’s love is strong and true, She sacrifices all for her child’s life anew. Her days are long, her nights are short, Yet her heart is full, she is never out of sorts. She wakes up ......Read the rest...

...The sandy beach thins into a wash of rounded pebbles where the tide licks, before that a muddy ribbon trickles briny trinkets surged up from the oceans bottom. Here be the bones of tiny seaho......Read the rest...

...The hens from our small, urban farm, Had wild idea, caused great fright: Escape their pen, come to no harm, See a show, without a blight. With feathers ruffling at benight, They made p......Read the rest...