Strapped Poems - Poems about Strapped

Strapped Sticks Little things to get strapped sticks with iron tip for their birthday: onesies, steel cap hiking boots or shoes, thick shocks too, stickers to adorn or to simply make statements genuine and beautiful, Food World gift cards, tents thick blankets, pillows, and so forth. ...

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An expensive strap is going to cost you Your credit card a Lion The chance to beat who pleasure counts A token love for sign Where credit keeps you occupied for loving that means more When snaps at night mean plots for flight that points defile for...

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Telling no one I dress for discreet the air is balmy, a good day for a killing I recognize the scent of lilacs Grandma is here now Your knife! My spirit guide reminds me. No problem. I can do this and well. My purse? No. It would be found right away. They don’t pat you down there do they? I am strapped now,...

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Chatter of women fill the streets Happy screams of children in perfect harmony A beautiful world I see A knot holds me steady My mother's back a safe haven for me As my head rocks slightly from the rythm of her feet She runs, my head rocking rapidly children cry, their hands not held, abandoned As their screams turn into cries of...

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Behold, dear reader, a bit about a boy and his battle, He fought for his family, his friends and all of Earth's cattle, His world was straddled by what rattled atop some saddle, Bound all beneath to bare all the brunt as do stone staddles. A bishop, the boy saw these binds that (most) others could not, And Earth's saddle-strapped...

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Alan Aldrich was a sports reporter some declared he was a news distorter. He denied their gripes and said by all rights He was just an athletic supporter....

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The thing I used to worry before when I was hard up, strapped for cash were bills to pay and other concerns. Indeed, they’re priorities that need attention. Across the length of time I’ve survived, I’ve learned to understand in some ways I’ve opened the doors to other suggestions that I should be wise whenever called for. When urgent needs crop up and...

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Strapped by hunger fly my hands In airborne windmill mimicry, In shapes of gulls above the dunes Searching sands rapaciously; For morsels fit to slake the beak And quash the stomach agony, The gastric fire flutters, Burns alive with hurtful sanity. They burden full of emptiness, Denied of gruel or clemency, My love miscarried in...

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