"colby" poems
In nineteen hundred forty-nine
China was won by Mao Tse-tung
Chiang Kai-shek's army ran away
They were waiting there in Thailand yesterday
Supported by the CIA
Pushing junk down Thailand way
First they stole from the Meo Tribes
Up in the hills they started taking bribes
Then they sent their soldiers up to Shan
Collecting ***** to send to The Man
Pushing junk in Bangkok yesterday
Supported by the CIA
Brought their jam on mule trains down
To Chiang Rai that's a railroad town
Sold it next to the police chief brain
He took it to town on the choochoo train
Trafficking dope to Bangkok all day
Supported by the CIA
The policeman's name was Mr. Phao
He peddled dope grand scale and how
Chief of border customs paid
By Central Intelligence's U.S. A.I.D.
The whole operation, Newspapers say
Supported by the CIA
He got so sloppy & peddled so loose
He busted himself & cooked his own goose
Took the reward for an ***** load
Seizing his own haul which same he resold
Big time pusher for a decade turned grey
Working for the CIA
Touby Lyfong he worked for the French
A big fat man liked to dine & *****
Prince of the Meos he grew black mud
Till ***** flowed through the land like a flood
Communists came and chased the French away
So Touby took a job with the CIA
The whole operation fell in to chaos
Till U.S. Intelligence came into Laos
I'll tell you no lie I'm a true American
Our big pusher there was Phoumi Nosovan
All them Princes in a power play
But Phoumi was the man for the CIA
And his best friend General Vang Pao
Ran the Meo army like a sacred cow
Helicopter smugglers filled Long Cheng's bars
In Xieng Quang province on the Plain of Jars
It started in secret they were fighting yesterday
Clandestine secret army of the CIA
All through the Sixties the Dope flew free
Thru Tan Son Nhut Saigon to Marshal Ky
Air America followed through
Transporting confiture for President Thieu
All these Dealers were decades and yesterday
The Indochinese mob of the U.S. CIA
Operation Haylift Offisir Wm. Colby
Saw Marshal Ky fly ***** Mr. Mustard told me
Indochina desk he was Chief of ***** Tricks
"Hitchhiking" with dope pushers was how he got his fix
Subsidizing traffickers to drive the Reds away
Till Colby was the head of the CIA
January 1972
10.1k
and it emits a cry, of sudden surprise,
a howl for the hole in its roundtable tummy,
when it pleads for knowing, for it knows not of
knowledge, why this light comes, who bids it enter,
and why this entity they call mother,
has all the answers required,
and why the father,
moves so
stealthy
to hug
them
both
and
squeeze them together
7:33am
Sat Sep 11
2025
in the babies room,
in the keep
Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 7:36 AM UTC
aye,
the babies have it right,
them, the essences of life
Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 5:21 AM UTC
March 26th my beloved and beautiful sister passed away.
Her son found her in her bedroom in the morning;
the medics couldn't revive her and said her heart had collapsed.
My nephew and I are in a daze, the loss seems unbearable. She was a
very talented poet. Please go to her poems on hp and celebrate her
writing. She is listed under: Kathleen Myra Colby. I will always love
and miss her.
Adelaide Caron Dyson. (04/10/12)
Apr 10, 2012
Apr 10, 2012 at 1:01 PM UTC
utters is
Ma~Ma;
until, some day,
you say ok, enough,
and acknowledge and satisfy her
overwhelming craving;
be assured,
the father is no different,
for after Ma~Ma,
they will indoctrinate you
with the concept of equality,
and Da~Da will be pronounced
shortly, thereafter,
probably twice as much when ma-ma is not around
so Colby,
rest easy, be assured,
both your parents were & are
perfectly
normal
Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 9:35 PM UTC
for your ease,
the links in the Notes section below the ma8n body of the "poem" should take you directly there,
avoiding the cruelty,
of cut n' paste
*****
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5157922/for-colby-to-eat-to-excrete-to-laugh-and-to-cry-out-loud/
https://hellopoetry.com/nat-lipstadt/poems/?tab#:~:text=For%20Colby:%20There's%20a%20baby%20in%20the%20house...
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5158703/for-colby-when-sunlight-cracks-the-babys-room-window/
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5159012/for-colby-rest-easy-be-assured/
Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 11:58 AM UTC
I cannot replace a loss like Kathy
Who inspired my world of rhyme
Who encouraged my neatest metaphors
And urged me take the time
She cheered me to the loftiest
And made me reach plateaus
I never even knew before
I'd have the will to go
She was a poet and an angel
This human in disguise
She touched my life and made me see
A world beyond my skies
She kept my quill original
And made my words more wise
She'll come by I know she will
Each time my fire dies
Copyright Louis Brown
Apr 15, 2012
Apr 15, 2012 at 4:47 PM UTC
You took my heart right from the start standing inside Harveys as you where bagging the groceries next to us an you looked up into my eyes an then I heard your voice for the very first time you told me I could have your number if I wanted it an I thought I was going to faint the guy with the beautiful hazle brown eyes was talking to me my dad didn't like you because you where 17 an I was only 15 but my heart was still yours an I didn't care...so I went behind his back an kept you close closer than I ever kept someone before and we talked the more we talked the harder I fell....when your hand was in mine no other place I would rather be to bad your a lier and you did exactly what you said you wouldn't i told you I was broken an that if you where going to leave just like everyone else please don't make me fall you told me you where different an that you where not like them you lied your mom caught us talking ***** an she hated me but it was all your fault I never thought like that till I met you till you showed me the new world of life an love I didn't care that she told me to stay away an neither did you still you kept me hanging on just to break me more......you told me wait till I was 16 an you where 18 the days we still talked as if I was yours an you where mine then you turned 18....and you where still mine then the days that followed to me turning 16 two weeks before the day you told me we couldn't be because you had feelings for another.....now your with her an its hurting me....she use to be my friend now she is nothing more than dust in the wind....and you colby.....your the guy that I thought was my prince your the guy that I love your the guy that made all these promises you couldn't keep your the guy that means everything to me your the guy that I mean nothing to your the guy I wish I could get back your the guy I still see when I close my eyes your the guy I want but I know I'll never have again....I don't know why I love you so much but I do.....an I always will till the day I die...but you don't feel the same so I'll say good night
I love you Colby I really do I hope someday you find what your looking for I'm sorry I wasn't her......I wish I hope I thought I wanted to be her an would have done anything to be her to make you happy to be that person......
I....I...I love you
I'm sorry
Goodbye heart
Goodbye smile
Goodbye happiness
You stole it away as soon as you gave it to me
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
A green sea of grass
stock and stone
Such a carpet of Spring alone
Blossoms wink
through chinks of stone
A tower once
where winds did moan
Quiet colored eyes of glass
Flowers peak during Mass
The hills and glades are green
with fragile blades of grass
Hillsides dew pearled
birds on the wing
The time is right
for winds to sing
Love is best in Spring's dear song
We waited patiently
all winter long
Spring bursts out with delicate color
Earth’s return is like no other…
Kathleen Colby@2011
Feb 6, 2011
Feb 6, 2011 at 6:46 AM UTC
To have two eyes as sharp as your tongue
is a gift. Two whale shaped almonds on
your unbearded canvas that you used to use
to sink ships and freeze rain.
Piercing circles need to be charged
by sleep and colby-jack, not dregs
of java and illuminations of the glowing apple
that you feast on, now.
Raging oceans blue and green
have been lulled by the sticky mucus
dams of sleepy-tears that you built
with your own body while your dreams sang:
*Farther, sail, further, boy
Look not back for fear is coy
Vaster, seek, faster, man
You must, oh, must reach the planned.*
Pencils and papers and screens and gin
have stilled your eyes and dried
them of all power,
Cyril,
In the staring glass you, search
for an oceans depth
all you find is a hollow skull,
bone dry, running wet only with blood.
Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 6:51 PM UTC
I found her out there
and full of despair
that I winced besiege
fore I knew she was here
but on my final leg that she was mine
with a stone on her fraught a milestone pledge received
by her water rapids would sound so sweet
with a blessing she'd now invoke
and her rapture I learned only her woods may inspire.
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 3:52 AM UTC
so, we all, grand and great nieces and nephews,
aunts and baby, fathers and mothers, nanas & poppys;
pick your preferred identifier; gather round to worship
him, but end of day, color us tired, and early to book & to bed
long drive, long day, to get to our
tiny slice of heaven on earth, a
no-points-required destination,
and the baby, with his roly~poly effervescent
charms and delights; oh boy! he's going to be
trouble for the ladies later in life;
he's a sound sleeper; twice-a-day napper;
great eater, and I inquire to the sky, can I?
order half a dozen more on Amazon,
exactly the same? is there any limit at all?
but its 3:56 am, the new master is fast asleep, the
funny smelling old man, tiptoes to the sunroom
sanctuary, bursting with three, count-'em three,
poem hooks in his convection invention mind
and now that the artisanal dishwasher, that's him~too,
is done, his two loads, yet he awakes to put the urgencies.
to bed, write his thank you note poems to his fellow poets
for gifting him insights and of fig tarts pies, that are
invading his head,
yet to to be,
written, including this child's future,
who he, will write by himself
and this little ditty, though pretty, is just an appetizer,
to a beautiful life ahead, and substantive poems yet
to be written and hopefully read....
the baby cries out. a geschrei,^ but back to his
dreams of strange houses, funny cribs, and
senses going crazy with new sights and smells,
and instantly back to sleep, my god that's some
perfect baby!
and the old writer, the would-be-poet, knows when
not to belabor the point, and there's work to be done,
good weather requested, ferries to ride, perhaps, even,
brioche french toast for breakfast and of course,
miles to go…
nml
4:18am
9/12/25
Shelter Island Keep
Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 4:33 AM UTC
Blue cheese chunks
Peanut butter chest pains
Name a food right now
I'll promise to ruin it for you
6 cups of coffee past your limit
Your heart ripped itself out of your
Ribcage an hour ago and is running
Sloppy joe laps around the park trying to ground itself
Angel hair pasta before you break it
Into boiling water but it still has chills
Spoiled milk in lucky charms,
Sugar sticking to the side of the bowl
Pulling at your skin like Colby jack strings
Picking at derma like an orange
But you aren't sweet or refreshing
You're wilting like that salad you bought
And let rot for a month
Because THIS was the last time
You'd start over your lifestyle
Almond bark emotions
And candy cane apologies
Name a food and I promise
Anxiety will ruin it for you
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 6:52 AM UTC
I’ve learned my lessons
To live boldly
To love fiercely
To never miss a dose
To never leave my chap stick
In the car on a
Sunny day in Texas
To do my hair while its wet
To not trust them when they say
“you’re beautiful”
To be the only one who holds my heart
To laugh at anything funny
To get enough sleep
And not procrastinate
Then tell me
If I have my lessons learned
Why am I still here
With sadness in my lungs
A missed dosage in my brain
Awake in the early morning that
Still could be called night
If my lessons are learned
Why am I here doing this
Listening to the silence
As my chap-stick sits
Abandoned in the car
Awaiting its imminent
Demise when the Texas sun
Will surly rise
If my lessons are learned
Why haven’t I learned?
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
the first words that a new mother
utters is
Ma~Ma;
until, some day,
you say ok, enough,
and acknowledge and satisfy her
overwhelming craving;
be assured,
the father is no different,
for after Ma~Ma,
they will indoctrinate you
with the concept of equality,
and Da~Da will be pronounced
shortly, thereafter,
so Colby,
rest easy, be assured,
both your parents were & are
perfectly
normal
probably twice as much when ma-ma is not around
Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 11:24 AM UTC
Just got a call from an old friend that lives right in town at the bottom of Main in PC, near Butcher's Chop House. Roomie really (lived there about 1yr & 1/2).
"Speak"....
****** Antoine....can't believe you picked up....I knew you weren't dead."
"Joel my man! how's it?
How's Crash, Gela, them slippery South Cackalacky squidbillies...
Doug? Everyone still there?"
"Yeah...time warp. ..Good bro...what's up with you...are you coming up this winter to tear your knee up again? Hope so that way you're stuck in the kitchen cooking all day!"
"Hahaha hey Joel....remember where we were about this time 10 years ago?"
"Yeah...we were heading home slowly from the first 'annual' Jackson Hole Music Festival....cuz you're *** wanted to fish the Green and every hole in the Uintas. Been fishing lately?"
"Not much lately for fish my brother...more for smiles."
"Imposter! You ain't Antoine!.... wait..... WHAT the HELL'S got into you?"
"Awe nothing just caught two bugs....love and nostalgia"
"Classic **** unclassic Antoine....come up in December and tell me about it"
Colby and I are already planning to!
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 10:19 AM UTC
Trim trimmy trim trim trim trimmy...trim trim trim trim trim trim trim trim trimmy.....
Time to head back up that hollow and finish trimming my weed. Colby you better have a couple Starbucks double shots! Come on Bubba...outta bed...mountain time again.
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 9:33 AM UTC
I walked with Colby,
he never walked with me
His spirit to guide us,
his love in the lead
We circled the globe
a time and a half
His tail was my compass
to guide us steadfast
In all kinds of weather
we stuck to the trail
Under sunshine and rain
our forays prevailed
In May of last year
he collapsed on our walk
And with valor he tried
but his body would balk
Its been downhill since then
with him not knowing why
The knowing inside me
his neuropathy slide
I knew it was coming
as he struggled to stay
And he fought till the end
on this very sad day
As I looked in his eyes
for the last final time
Willing to give up my life
for his health to revive
The fates were against us
his clock had run out
The pain in his parting
—the joy I’m without
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November 9th, 2018)
‘Today, I lost The Best Friend I Ever Had’
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 1:42 PM UTC
Sticky itchy skunky stinky.....puff puff puff puff no need to give.... Colby's got his own big fatty as we slowly trim.
But boy it's getting warm up here ....time for second breakfast....toss me one Dem cold ones before the I load the bow for deer.
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 1:28 PM UTC
this year for halloween
im going as a slice of cheese
so i can scare people
with puns
now how do i begin?
o-que, so
i walk down the halloumi and see
my friends colby and jack
colby's dressed as a camembear
scary enough to make you go emmental
jack's dressed as the Cheshire cat
who listens to baroquefort
we all sit down paneer the window
"so teleme," i ask, "what's gouda?"
"i'll tell you what's gouda," jack replies eagerly,
"see that girl over there, fonTina?"
how could i swiss her, i thought, with her looks and her cheddar, she could make it gruyere down there out of even the LEAST manchego of men
"go talk to her, jack, it'll be a brieze"
"no whey man!"
"yes whey"
"man i'm too anxious, i'd rather talk on the mascarphone"
"what do you mean, you're the goat!"
"we can'tal be buff-alo like you, why don't you talk to her?"
"already dating monterey"
"i didn't know you swung both wheys"
"sometimes i feel like my sexuality was madE backwards"
"alright that's enough!" jack stammered. "i'm fetup with these puns! it was fun at first but it's gotten annoying. some of this **** doesn't even make any sense! just go man, nobody wants you here."
colby and i exchanged a solemn glance
i turned to jack
"..................ricotta be kidding me!"
"LEAVE!" jack screamed, and i turned and walked away
now it's time i asiago home
feeling blue, heading back to my cottage
sad and provolone
Oct 3, 2021
Oct 3, 2021 at 3:16 AM UTC
I'm not sleeping
Though I will be soon
And it's true you left a little wound
But even though your words are true
I'm still thinking about you too
When I pass by your house
Or see Colby in the halls
Or when I'm writing random crap that
Only you and I would get
On the bathroom stalls
I miss you, you know?
And I would've said hi
But you seemed so upset
So I left it at goodbye
To answer your question
I'm okay
No, we broke up
It's been sixteen days
So glad to hear from you
To know it's not the end
So glad to know
That you're still my friend.
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 8:09 PM UTC