Long Tie in Poems

The next event to be held for Joulupukki was the coronation, which followed closely behind his parent's burial.  He was very wary of what he would say at this event. Virtually every elf on...

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I am a virgin slammer,
Let me get that over with,
So if I stammer and speak like a bludgeoning hammer,
Let the record be clear: I’m just trying to go with this.
So I won’t walk the walk...

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I. Early Childhood’s Gifts

Gift 1:
Is love felt from our parents, our friends a true gift
or more something we earn bit by bit over time,
(a child adds to, subtracts from, as days turn to years)?
This is...

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His silhouette lines up with his preacher stretch.
He points with avid attention to the throne of God.
Though he stands, his skinny knees are bent.
He’s in the trenches with his armament.

The congregants in the old wooden...

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I see a box in the tree with something waiting for thee; I wonder what is in there? Do you have something to share? Christmas is drawing near and boxes of every size are waiting...

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Disenchanted 
Did she love him?
Eyes as bright as the moonlight she slipped away in
Laugh as dark as the world she lived in 
Her lips
They were the softest he'd ever touched
But her tongue was dipped in...

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I smiled as I ran across this old red tie in my closet the other day…
because in my hands was the reason why…
when I was teaching autistic students…I never wore a tie.

“You should wear a...

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Home
By: Sami LaRose
9/23/12

Something that used to be so flavorful, sweet, and tempting has done nothing more for me now than left a bitter taste in my mouth, and a sting upon my rooftop
Kissing you was...

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Down on my knees seems like the only place that you want me to be-
because when I get up close,  you can't seem to breathe-
up in your face, your voice laced with distaste-
luck a...

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Somewhere where nothing is more happening,
I feel the vodka roar, more than wine, 
where I don't care anymore inside,
so we buy another bottle at the corner shop,
to empty at the busstop, too stirring but 
better...

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Why are the sea gulls shopping here, if not
for "White Stag, "No Boundaries." or "Faded Glory?"
Is there some other story?  Coffee, Tea or You,
or just practicing beach and gray-sky calls
over concrete, carts, and Handicapped...

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Vancouver's a private reference and it's not really about Canada as a whole, just one
experience regarding the aforementioned. Shh!

Schwein Fleisch vs schweinefleisch. As two distinct words it literally means "pig skin" as
one word it means...

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Theres just something that i cant put words to
And it absolutely has to do with how i feel for you
When you look at me your eyes turn a different blue
If only you could see what...

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The game commends the shadow of gloom
As it hangs above our quickening doom
Pass the pill that empties our sight
Receive the cure, repeating this life

Our dreams unchained, forgotten too fast
Awake to run, asleep to restart
Define this...

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He befriended charisma, exuding charm,
He had the wit and grace with a story. 
Pants were ironed, black suit with cuffs,
And a tie in all of its glory.

He wanted to be just like James Bond, 
When...

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My grandson has a lot of tees
With Mario imprinted.
His sister wears her Ariels,
Her mermaid passion hinted.

Which made me think of certain shirts,
Quite popular back when
I though that Dr. Kildare
Was the handsomest of men.

They didn’t have...

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It's these times the brainwaves' brimming 
But there's no cored means to articulate 
Hooked at a slant of transcendence 
Staring down fat glimpses of life lived through death 

It clots red-black, thick in the dropper...

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Insurmountable


Instead of shaking hand with smiles
The gentle man with tie in neck
Bent his head bloating throat of haste
White face turned red pollution of blade

Conclusion made a rough sketch 
Only spending in vain these fabulous days
Far...

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My street without the stars:

I miss those stars of different colors
The aroma of baking around
The perfume of church going folks
Who walk in silk saris and gowns

The suit and tie in place
With shining shoes along
Little children...

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Put your pen to the paper.
Become more in tune.
Envision your future
from under the moon.

write it all down,
expressing your thoughts.
Become more a poet;
then tie in the knots.

Talk of the things you're careful to mention;
sharing your memories...

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