Best Mats Poems

One year,  over the ocean, Santa veered  off course
His reindeer were battling a hurricane  force. 
As the sleigh went  spinning and spiraling around,
 an  island appeared far below on the ground,
dotted with palms...

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Sometimes In silence
I question citrine stars~
what streams beneath
murky waters,
Is hope still flowing 
through rusty ripples,
why do we live
in an orb 
of sheer blindness, 
would the...

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Fae circles of mushrooms
Lanky yellow toadstools
Firm jelly tot larvae 
Feed from rich stagnant pools.
Fungal disks cling with wanton 
To the grey trunks of trees
Cricket strums...

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Springtime rain brings fresh array 
of flowers east to west.
The Rockies’ red and purple tufts
of mountain pride are best. 
And mats of foliage named moss...

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There was a little dog one day,
Who ambled on his aimless way.
He didn't have a house or home:
A doggy bed or fine meat bone.

His coat...

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Crying in the Rain
Lurking behind the curtain of world war ;
You cheer to a Monday Night Raw;
        ...

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I am whatever you say I am...
but, let's get back to reality...

       Three short years ago, this room shined...

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Such dusty mats of coconut, and hats,
and wicker chairs that creak; and chats, and cats
on sills that suck the early sun that spills
through glass to...

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This is the second part of the translation of Rabindranath Tagore's Poem 
"Juta Abiskar”.
This poem is a translation from the original in Bengali, by Nobel-Prize...

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Every image and text we post on Facebook
is selected and air-brushed,
to present our lives as we would like it to be,
sharing images for self congratulation...

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When life has me down
On the mats
Running circles
Doing laps
Short of breath
Losing bets
I go to the internet 
And Google cats... 

I see water colored
Cats as art
Cats...

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I read in solitude, I found peace.
I read with love, I felt exulted.
I read when I was lonely, I got a companion.
I read when I...

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They are not from Chiang Mai,
they are a tribal people
who speak a hill language.
They ride through the night
on bicycles to settle at dawn
beside the Ping...

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It lies in wait
to quickly strike,
this predatory beast

It binds you up
in iron chains
and on your life does feast

Unmerciful,
and so it gives
no quarter to its prey

Like...

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my attempt at a simplistic limerick suite
thank you


"cats and hats"

I once went to the beach with hats
and noticed in the back seat were my cats
I...

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