Best Mat Poems
THE CAT SAT ON THE MAT
this perfect poem of mine
will rhyme in every line
no stanza’s out of time
or thoughts that drift sublime
the cat sat on the mat
her body round and fat
and when you stroke her fur
rewards you with a purr
blah…blah…fishpaste !
we all love faithful dogs
who chase those logs and frogs
with coats shiny and long
who never judge you wrong
blah… blah…bonemeal !
birds have feathers that curl
and when they fly they whirl
they sing the sweetest songs
choirs of sing-along’s
blah…blah… birdsh…eet !
this perfect poem of mine
will rhyme in every line
no stanza’s out of time
or thoughts that drift sublime
THIS PERFECT POEM OF MINE IS INTENSELY ANNOYING !!!
SO I’LL ADD A BOTTOM LINE COMPLETELY DESTROYING !!!
I hear the dragon breathing threats of polluted line-spaces
that
promise to destroy the crow-like-critics of the written word
….like a rush of fresh air
© Kim van Breda—15 September 2015
They all come in
There’s a family din
But the cat sat on the mat
Tea time done
They have some fun
But the cat sat on the mat
It’s early evening
Kids are screaming
But the cat sat on the mat
Eight at night
Kids out of sight
But the cat sat on the mat
News at Ten
For Kate and Ben
But the cat sat on the mat
A cold winter’s night
Folk tucked up tight
But the cat sat on the mat
Three in the morning
The house is snoring
But the cat sat on the mat
Mice scurry past
Could it be their last?
But the cat sat on the mat
Seven in the morning
Milk is pouring
But the cat sat on the mat
What is wrong with this cat?
Oh - it’s dead!
~~~
One of my early poems written in September 2012
1st place
The Throwback Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Natasha L Scragg
This family fears God above.
Within these walls, there will always be love.
The door will constantly be open to the good.
I want that to be unequivocally understood.
If you are good, you will always be welcome.
We don't care where you are going, or where you are from.
See the welcome mat in front of our home?
While it is there, you will never have to roam.
inspired by another member's poem
Paul Le Mat, the guy
Who drove the yellow roadster
in American
Grafitti starred in the show,
Aloha Bobby & Rose,
With friend Manuel
Padilla Jr. who played
The little kid in
The Tarzan series of the
Mid-sixties as Jai, Scarface,
Also, Grafitti,
Wanted to cash their weekly
Studio paychecks,
But they knew of the hotel
'DO NOT CASH' memo, but they had
Known of this sucker,
Behind the desk chiefly named,
Tom, so I did cash
it and made two new friends for
the longest two minutes, e'er.
***Manuel, who was two years older than me, has since passed but Paul, who was in his early thirties at the time, is still kicking at 73 years of age.
Date 08/28/2019
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Wash Those Froggies, Wash Those Froggies,
Dirty Froggies Get Eaten By Moggies.
Don't Be Mean, Get Them Clean
While You Read Your Magazine.
jack frost gives me life
a saint bernard jumps and plays
good riddance, summer
I
Do not
Want to hear
Your sales pitches.
I need no brushes.
I do not eat cookies.
I donated blood last week.
I have a good vacuum cleaner.
I have no time to read magazines.
Please do not tell me your religion.
Do I look like I wear makeup?
I have an alarm system.
You do not need my vote.
I just cut the grass.
I do not smoke.
So you can
Just get
Lost.
This is a double nonet
deride derision divide division devise a vision
play with words like rythym tick something squared
is power of two and cubed's the power of three
not four that's more
are inconsistent seas unfound or foundered
I think there four iambic meters cause caucasion
indecision in a celtic melded welded mind I find
a loss of words incomprehensic in reprehensic
pensitivity
There was once a man named Mat.
He had no backbone to react.
People just walked all over him.
Mat was lookin' pretty grim..
Mat was just "flat out of luck..."
Someone just walked on him with guck!
You are an avenue
Of peeping daffodils
Dancing in the evening wind
You are fresh blackberries
The first flush of autumn
The pickings of my jam jar
You are a floating cloud
Reflecting depths of blue
On the wintry bay
You are the light
On a December evening
Curled beside my glowing log
You are a droplet of snow
Falling from the eaves
Kissing my face
You are the silks of the orient
Orange, violet and scarlet
Draped on an Indian princess
You are my caring girl
Boisterous, teasing, funky
Simply, You are You
Welcome Mat…. by: Steven Hudson
Hands tremble at the grip in my hand,
Two worlds collide in moments of time,
The trigger shakes, while onlookers scorn
What once was peace, now a violent storm
Away ye dogs of thunder come to plunder my house!
Who come to grant me the title of fatherless son
You knocked on our door looking for trouble
But when trouble rose to greet you, you froze like a mouse.
I did not seek you out, you forced a delinquents hand
It was only justice, to protect that which I love
The pulse that quickens, the fear that sickens
The weight of words preceding a heavy handed blow
What was meant to destroy me
Only proved to employ me
For in the face of my enemy the only choice remains
To stand strong, stand fast, that my losses, may become gains.
ACROSS A BLACK MAT
‘……..’’’’’’’’’’’’’’….’’’’’’’’
splash of yellow hues
winking across a black mat
breaths dance with stardust
light folds drenched eyelids
skins under quilt of twilight ~
lullaby the moon
and so aprons sleep
hanging on a weary chair ~
smelling of meatloaf
senryu
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Brian Strand's Contest
1/14 Any Theme
By nette onclaud
I AM SITTING IN A RUN DOWN CLIO ROAD LAUDUARY MAT WERE THE FLOORS IS NOT SWEEP OR MOP AND THE ROOF IS FALLING APART.
WERE AFICAGN AMERICAN FEMALE IS WORKING
I HAD TO MAKE A FAST CALL BECAUSE I FEAR FOR MY LIFE WITH THEM.
THEY HAVE CAUSED STIFF BEFORE WITH ME AND MY FAMILY.
I NOW MARK THEM AS “LAUDUARY MAT PEOPLE”
THEY WILL LIE TO YOUR FACE IN A HART BEAT.
I KNOW THEY ARE NOT THE ONES YOU COULD TRUST THEY SMILE IN YOUR FACE.
LORD PLEASE LET THIS WASHER GO FASTER I WILL NEVER COME BACK HERE.
WHY? IN RURAL AREA COMMUNITY THEY RUN IT DOWN.
“LAUDUARY MAT” COLD HEARTED SOULS JEALOUS HEARTED WOMEN AND MEN USING PEOPLE FOR THE WRONG REASON.
I CALL THEM “LAUDUARY MAT."
LORD 14 MIN'S IS LIKE 14 DAYS AROUND THEM PLEASE PUT A FAST MOVE ON THIS WASHER
SO THAT I CAN LEAVE AND NEVER COME BACK AGAIN.
LORD WATCH DON’T THEY TELL A LIE BEFORE THE DAY IS OVER.
I AM LEARNING YOU CAN’T TRUST THEM.
WATCH YOUR BACK BECAUSE HERE COME THEM
‘LAUDUARY MAT”
Tic Tac Was A Wonderful Cat
And for That Reason, He Had A Special Mat
It Was A Special Place to Go
At the End of The Day When Tic Tac Felt Slow
But One Day When the Sun Was Done
Tic Tac Wanted A Place to Put His Bum
But the Dog in The House Was A Very Quiet Mouse
When He Was Walking Around
Looking to Sit Down
Well the Dog Was on Tic Tac's Spot
And Tic Tac Was Very Hot
So, He Started to Meow
Which Made the Dog Howl?
The Two Had A Fight
Showing Their Might
And in The End
Tic Tac Was Able to Defend
The Mat That Was Reserved for Tic Tac the Wonderful Cat
Pour me a stiff one, it's been a long day
I grabbed the bull by the horns, then it said 'Ole!'