Short Combed Poems

inside is hidden
sugar-coated fury 
honey-combed lie...

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I combed Elysium 
for my loss in purgatory
but on earth it sits...

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Pure inspiration:
honey combed wax bursting sweet
between mandibles....

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it gets combed. it gets
brushed.  it does what it wants, and
i like it like that....

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We combed bushes
for dirge singing birds
foliage crackled 
 crickets feigned death
 retired broken shell...

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What's the big deal? Once combed, all is right in the world again, am I right?




Date written: 10/28/2019...

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I have combed the area searching for you
Why have you brushed me aside?




P.S. A companion set is a brush and comb....

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Beautifully Dressed,
Combed back hair,
Dark blue eyes that shine when you look at me
Enchanting hugs that hold me so tight.
You, You are the one I love...

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I awaken my hair is clean, yet not combed
I arise go out into the world with it …All Natural



1/21/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr....

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on prairies lovely
combed with moth wings emerald....
barbed pines prick clay's flesh


(( for Charles Henderson's
     Strict Haiku 2 Contest))...

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A frozen dew filled spider web
Reflects late morning sunlight
In twinkling lies of Winter warmth
Like a cuddled cat in a sunny window
Licking furry lines of tongue combed royalty...

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Listen to poem:

A splotch of orange
spills over East,
mixes with and washes away
night dark and moon yellow.
Golden quiet transmutes
to silver sound, and tousled sleep
awakes to fresh-combed day....

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A Math Whiz! A veritable Einstein!
Quarky and quirky, a tangent his Shrine
   He never combed his hair
   His sockless feet were bare
Experts wondered: Would this guy's stars align?...

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Sporadic and Static

Arrangement of my hair was sporadic
When combed, should see the static
Stood so high on my head
To walk out side do dread
Wig flew off and I was frantic.

Jim Horn...

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before you cut your hair
it was a long river
for swimming hands

took a boat ride
just you
and a flowing heart

above a rolling hull
a seagull
combed the sky

over your pale shoulders...

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Weak audible creaks from a faded pub sign
Preludes a visual crash, combed by critical eyes
Though the structure was sound
The worn brackets were faint
Flaking words curled and dropped
With the tired peeling paint....

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She spoke his line and he spoke her line.
Together combine, they combed a line.
Curls Curls Curls became the nice new name.
No more lines and no one to blame.
He in She.. forever...
in love's lined lane....

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daffodils raised her
marigolds combed her hair
daisies showed her how to dance

roses gave her hope
lilacs inspired her
iris showed her how to prance

faerie of garden
benefiting greatly
gleaning terrific flower wisdom...

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I've met lots of people in my life
Most have just passed through 
But not one person who I've met
Was anything like you
We haven't even combed the mine
Of what you and I could do
If us together, ores refined
Became one mind from two...

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Dawn's rays break starred skies
I wake to find the bed cold
You've already gone.

I still feel your lips
Pressed hot against my shoulder
Stunned there is no mark.

Tangled hair is combed
Each knot a mark of shared lust
Gently tease them out....

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He's there, wheelchair
Hair combed, skin sweet
Like he's goin to church
But came to see me
And his woman, so dear
Always so near
I have moments I could fall 
Against this proud man 
But sturdy, trustworthy
Instead my hand


Kim Holmes, Nurse...

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This reindeer was almost too prancy-dancy,
Way too eager to look pretty and fancy.
I did not know what to tell my neice Lancy.

I doubted that he had any interest in her.
Too pretty, too neat, organized, too pure.
This reindeer hourly combed up his fur!...

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I'm wrapped in a suit

some one combed my hair
fixed me up to look human

I am begging for this
longing for you

this obsession
is my waking thought

driven

I race and I romp
ready to pounce

I'm hungry for play
for small bites
and roll overs

I howl
 obsessed...

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Stan's desk is neat
  So is his home
His clothes are pressed
  His hair is combed

Day and night he works
  No time for play
R e l i g i o u s l y 
  He plans his day

Stan goes to church
  Head bowed, he prays
And so do I ~ God, please
  Make him go away!...

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His mother would stroke his hair,
with gentle fingers.
It made him purr.

Fingers withdrew.
Time combed thinning years.

A one-night woman
took his head in her lap.
It was good to feel again
that love that fingers have
for hair.

In time, he settled down
with a lady,
who bred Afghans....

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