Combs
I’d really like – it’d make my year, truly it
would – all the
plastic combs on
my chest of
drawers to
show me some
warmth and
friendless. It’s the least they could do since I
send them
birthday cards each year!
Categories:
combs, humor,
Form: Free verse
Remembering a granddaughter good times of Kentucky bourbon visits back home a doting father Pete Pete Lil Pete the many flowers planted I always chose the yellow ones these were for friendship sheer loss Gargano loss father mother daughter granddaughter not to mention the empty graves used for show when ever a Gargano fakes his death another violent offenders get their wings early released from prison from Mexico to Venezuela the many organised crime figures burning veterans alive torching homeless persons alive in Chicago the arson murders hidden while today I remember asiL Marie Gargano combs standing still unable to fly with wings of ashes life shortened by mafia vengeance car bombs fires explosions meets flowers the yellow ones saints and sinners greets on burning angel wings perched over black town fort Myers Florida Andersen ave.
Categories:
combs, allah,
Form: Nonet
Silent Combs Of Pen
Hello good friends
Inspiration
Of songs sung
By wind chimes rung
Miles away
On a mountain
Say you sleep
In longing do I rise
To sit beside your side
And listen to the anthem
That brings the night to life
But it’s nearly the witch’s hour
How alone I mock and scour
As nights growing power
Splits the very sky
For words feed my hunger
As night shells out its thunder
Let pen wrought and plunder
Thoughts inside my mind
That catches waves at nap
Or songs love birds rap
How silently my wife
Sleeps inside our bed
And I wonder if she wonders
Why awake I cannot slumber
As to sit in idle umbra
Wielding silent combs of pen
For awake or in dream
We are cast upon life’s sea
Only distance sets us free
Come let us be upon our way
Categories:
combs, dream, friendship love, poems,
Form: Rhyme
If you live inside a glass house then don't throw stones
or put cameras in your home when you live like Sean Combs
some people got it backwards catch them operating drones
filming all their parties should be confiscating phones
Categories:
combs, conflict, culture, dark, farewell,
Form: Rhyme
Brad is admin of the Writers' Group on Facebook...
A kindly sword and savage pen
Are the marks of a writer and leader of men
Blessed be he who came to teach
The wildness of wisdom and freedom of speech
Where fainter hearts might fall and fail
He stands to serve the Writer’s Grail
This ancient sage; this humble youth
This herder of cats; this teller of truth
Is he we know and love as Brad
Our literary Galahad
by Gail
Categories:
combs, freedom, leadership, mythology, psychological,
Form: Rhyme
she smiles
the smiles of niger maidens
dwelling near this small space
the small space
that becomes the biggest space
beyond this corner
that encyclest widest
beyond this earth
your earth
our earth -
& she remains the essence
of our world
encroach'd of cata-combs
from other worlds!
Categories:
combs, depression,
Form: I do not know?