Best Ticket Stub Poems

She gave the man her ticket stub
 To see the 'Doors' perform
 She always liked to hear them sing
 'Riders on the Storm'

 She got lost in the melody
 As the music took her higher
 The rhythms ignited her passion
 As they played 'Light my...

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Sitting at the very top of my closet,
a small cedar chest, with treasures I did deposit. 
It was Christmas gift my sweet cousin gave,
for years it has sat there, as if in a grave!
With broken hinges and a defective lock,
 I will now open it;...

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All you can eat Stellar Buffet
Location: Lumera 3 in the Andromeda Galaxy
Sector: 377.21

Come all or come one
But don’t forget your ticket stub
The only place in our Galaxy
You can get Klingon grub

We have Vulcans to serve you
If you want, yes with a tray
We have the latest...

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The Soul-train was leaving the station,
Believers were gathered on board.
Their hands were all reaching for heaven, 
And happily praising the lord.
But someone was left on the platform,
A ticket-stub fell from his hands.
He waved as the train was departing,
As Jesus said strike up the band.

The train...

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Poetry and popcorn. 

I'll take mine warm,
popping over a slow burner,
not with hot air.
Buttered up,
salty and full of fat.

Poetry and chocolate. 

I'll take mine sweet,
not sugar-coated. 
100% cacao.
No artificial flavors, 
no artificial sweeteners, please.

Poetry and a picture show.

I'll take mine free,
with lines that keep moving
for...

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They got too high to come back down
 And journeyed beyond the sky
 Too many pills can make you drown
 And we are left asking, why?

 Her big song was "Piece of my Heart"
 Which was a big hit on the charts
 But Janice Joplin...

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would you guide me?
be my golden thread, lead me through the labyrinth of my own mind,
help me travel through the deadly twists and turns,
would you protect me from the beasts inside?
i am empty, a shell, an apparition
a ghost
i lurk in the corners; invisible, transparent
you’ll never...

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See that vessel back there
Just claimed by the storm
The whole crew is expired
Some had not yet been born
There’s no sense parsing gestures
Or mincing words this day
Times like these, the best you can do
Is bundle up and walk away

I know you’ve heard the story
The news rolls...

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Creation
way of creativity
Some how - strange
I feel
Destroys In me
surrounding
Peace
Those, strong hold (friends)
when
I feel creative - fear
The end
First:
let me explain
of Time
my Time
Relation to…
the object and the turn
Return (trade)
My youth
truth is;
I do escape
from this dimension
indulge (hate)
Fantasy 
Love, but real 
Love, 
has a number
ticket, stub

still, to the point

creative...

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NORA

Carefree-spirited, wild at heart she sped down the steep streets of San Fransisco
Racing heart torn to pieces pounding from her chest, even after a bottle of Cisco                  ...

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They tell you what to love,
and who to hate

Their EM waves
dictate
when to have feelings of
disdain cut-rate

Callousness is the mental diss-ease
that permeates the air — 

Pharaoh moans ...
toxic fumes of vapor crossbones,
they Caesar Palace dicey sell

Mood marketers
always swill toga do,
owe so pyramid scheme well

Create your con-sumer...

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Quote:"True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories."--
Florence King

In the quiet folds of memory's embrace, 
Where whispers of the past find their place, 
There lies a fragment, ephemeral, yet profound, 
A cherished relic in life's intricate mound. 

Old aerogrammes, yellowed with age's flight,
Postage stamps,...

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I've heard of the Circus Of The Damned;
By all accounts the rumors are true;
The graffiti makes it seem so grande;

Filled with copper and turquoise blue 
billboards have you longing to attend;
In the French Quarter stories continue;

St. Louis boasts a fantasy alive and well;
Vampires perform in...

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tucked in the attic’s yawning mouth
a box breathes dust and echoes time
its edges worn, its ribbon frayed
a tomb for moments left behind

inside, the scent of paper ghosts
of letters inked with trembling hands
photographs curled like autumn leaves
pressed in the weight of lost demands

a locket, dull with...

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