Best Oat Poems

1/21/19
"OAT"
I was wrong to quit
It's been too long I admit
Was gone a bit
On a trip
Putting down lagers quick
Now I'm back with a stronger grip
Deep down...

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Goat 

Eats

Oats,

Boat 

Floats!...

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Bowled over, kneading you, feeling sub-lime
from my head tomatoes. Hear my heart beet!
Eggcited, wonton you olive the thyme.
Donut you carrot all for me at yeast?

You’re...

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It is on this day
Into his elegant horizons
Where cirrus clouds are sprayed from sunrises and sunsets
Attuned within throat of violins

An example of his concave humanity
Preaching...

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Everybody, and his brother
Stopped in, at one time, or another
Not for the greasy hash browns
Or the coffee, with a half a cup, of grounds
They weren't...

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Outside the walls stood a handmaiden gazing
Twisting her skirt between fingers so frail
Patches of burlap were sewn on the garment
Cut from a sack of a...

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The bitty boat is on the beam
                  ...

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          they talk under their breath, murmuring
       and the wind...

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The Intrepid 

Tall Savannah grass, he had to drive on its only road it was narrow 
had no pavement, he rode his scooter could see...

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Growing Up Poor
Miracle Man
1/26/2024

As a child
An empty oat meal box,
was my drum.

Two pencils,
fashioned my only sticks.

Didn’t have many suckers,
just my thumb.

But I had oodles,
inside my...

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growing up too soon

	you said: is there anything more excruciating than lagging behind
						being passed by
	a hasbeen
				still knocking on portals
twitching toes twirling thumbs
   ...

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Removing the coat,

Oat,

In Summer hot!...

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Karvatein leti raaton ke,
Khwahishon bhare faasle

Samay se choote hue chaahat ke
Zehmaton ke wo faasle

Oat leti salvaton ke
Gungunaate hue faasle

Zubaan pe ladhkhadate hue pyaar ke
Ikraar ke...

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Do you know who I am
A language regularly used
From the so called upper class
From the so called v.i.p
From the so called educated 
From the so...

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Long days
Of August sun
Where nature blinks and shrinks
The dying grass,yellowed in sleep-
Held fast
as
Oat grass
Tinted old gold
Shimmers on tall green stems;
On a clear warm light of...

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