Combs
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!
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Categories:
combs, humor,
Form: Free verse
asiL Marie Gargano Combs of Black Town Fort Myers Wings of Ashes
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
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Categories:
combs, allah,
Form: Nonet
Silent Combs of Pen
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
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Categories:
combs, dream, friendship love, poems,
Form: Rhyme
Sean Combs
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
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Categories:
combs, conflict, culture, dark, farewell,
Form: Rhyme
Serving the Grail: For Brad Combs
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
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Categories:
combs, freedom, leadership, mythology, psychological,
Form: Rhyme
Cata-Combs From Other Worlds
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!
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Categories:
combs, depression,
Form: I do not know?