Long Tam Poems

It is not mandatory
However, I feel that it is my duty
To respond to Carl Brouard
‘Knowing how to drink is not an art
Drinking is not a duty’
But a necessity which is obligatory
As it is crucial even...

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Tragic, When Innocence Was Lost And Love Fled
(Youth, Dreams And Reality Series) poem number 1)

 
Like lake June swans once so were she and I
Passionate romance money cannot buy
Coupled and in heart's fervor we stood
Giving...

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Far from having a nascent thought that envelops my rabid self,
Like inside of an accurate Swiss watch that had been given -
A present to presidents and diplomats from the 70’s era,
Memories in the kaleidoscope of...

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Coming home late from wandering in my sleep
In search of that which goes ahead of chase
i saw the image of my form stretched on my bed
His looks – minus my glasses – through an impish...

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Monday Morning Affect: ESSAY; Reality is nothing but a "Dream"

Their was a question posed to me by Word Xpress, a web sight that which
I now revere. The question was a Trivial Question which was richly...

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ANGELS AND DEMONS IN HER HEAD


"Abort it!!
and from this day and on, 
no more us.
NO.    MORE.    US.!"
(These the earthshaking words she heard from him.)

This was the man that made...

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This Citizen Banker 
     safely in his compound doth attest,
sans donning his typical 
     gabbling and trumpeting ways, 
     while legally tendered, 
...

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(1.)

A Man His Soul Dwells, In Treasures, Mixed With Sorrows

When a memory flies like a broken arrow.
Heart cries its aches, like a wounded, bleeding sparrow.

A man his soul dwells, in treasures, mixed with sorrows
Often looks...

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Re: Thank You to unknown 
   tom, dick, harry, tam, dame, 
   or dana from the MHS Class of 77, 
   though this alum
experiences public education 
  ...

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In regnis verborum, ubi somnia avolant,
Versum componam virtute purissima.
Calamo in manu, cor meum flagrat,
Narrabo fabulam, notissimam unquam.

Super tabula caelesti gratiae,
Colores amplexus amoris exprimam.
A primo mane ad crepusculi fulgorem,
Tapestry conficiam, poetae somnium.

In pratis aureis, ubi flores...

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Argh... dog dam mutt
(boot exhausted tending Milan Collie)

If only father time could... but
yea right Matthew Scott cut
your losses, accompanied
with sinking feeling in gut
ready to vent off steam
start fire next time and burn

(billy me I merrily...

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We're grouped together ready to party 
just standing around waiting for the coach.
Not a stag do exactly, just us men.
Before you ask, it wasn't fancy dress.
A football Friday night out for a drink,
one or two,...

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SCOTLAND

Very big sign on highway A1   going southways    
Out of Scotland into England,  
Painted with thistles, tartans, bagpipes,  says
“Haste ye back to bonnie Scotland”.
The  other side of...

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This erstwhile avid poet stir "boy"
prone to hyperbole in a "man" newer
(manure) of writing about his foie
gras bulls, (which matter of fact
happen tubby Ruby red)

redirects his gripe, how
he no longer doth enjoy
sharing his rhymes without
(poems),...

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With one precise wave of the baton
the Oboe starts playing a single melody
beautiful notes flowing upwards, fluttering downwards
reverently renders on the last note
well-balanced diaphragm for soft and loud tunes
before the final note disappears into the...

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Fairy Hills are gone, with his curse, ruined.
Can this hero be greater than her sin?
Did Father, forgive? He was her desire -   
Oh Tam Lin, of stories, you beguile again!   ...

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Tam tam tam.....
    tam tam tam...

    Peacock bass
    oh good fish...
    amazons,
    from my country...
    catupiri
 ...

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A girl in the crowd takes a selfie.
Her tam o’shanter sparkles
because of the fireworks going off
in the background, and because it has glitter.
At the gates of Moscow
weary French troops run away
hands over their ears, as...

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The offer said I had a CHANCE to win
a two-week trip--with all expenses paid--
to Scotland. Here’s the list of stringent rules
that followed (I then closed my eyes and prayed):

“to wear a kilt and dance the...

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The lady dressed in sexy black. She roamed

the city streets seeking. Beautiful men she collected

like flowers.  One dark eve, a lovely man dragged

her away.  He had his way.  He ran away.

Days passed...

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Everyone would say,  did you hear?
She's the one
She's too young
How irresponsible

Wearing smiles upon their faces, 
pasting labels on her back
Her sullied reputation,  
a newborn in her pack
How impossible

Everyone would say did you know...

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boxful of Scotland souvenirs at a car boot sale

a life’s possessions
in thirty or so boxes
from the back of a white Transit

knick-knacks from Scotland
a wee man with ginger hair
tam o’shanter
and a corkscrew 

a picture of Ben...

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Mac Caulley was a farmer-O
Living off the shores of Badachro
His fields were sown like tartan-O
The crops crisscrossed in every row.

The evening pulled him to the coast
Where on his pipes he’d sound a toast
To all of...

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I drew my own zentangle 
it had a flower and a star
There was an owl and a baby dragon
Wearing a red tam, driving a holiday car

I took it to the tattoo parlor 
and they did...

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Hats are such a marvel,
   when the weather is so garbled,
A multitude of quick coverlets to warm the brain
   protect the head from snow, wind and  rain.
A dapper, flamboyant chapeau
...

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