Best Sat Poems

I sat down today....
Found myself prideful,
Sinful, 
Selfish, and unruly in places.
I found myself publicly appealing! 
I sat down today.....
I saw a cloud between me and God.
I could see him, but barely.
The midst gave a rough odor!
I seen thunder and I felt the lightning in my...

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It was a gorgeous house
Dated in its style
A stone-walled bungalow
Quiet sitting up on a hill

I’d never seen a sign of life
And the stories lurked about
Owned by an old photographer
Whose son had hung himself

A house that seemed abandoned
Where everyone had left their soul
In some form passed...

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I sat to write of subtle things
The sun, the gentle warm it brings
To melt the ice on dormant springs
Awakening the bug that stings

Then came thoughts a bit more harsh
Large snapping turtles in the marsh
Bug-eyed pike with teeth so sharp
Chasing dragonflies at dark

A soothing hum that...

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I sat and pondered the things I’d like to forget.
There have been some bad times -
Lost love, both romantic and familial,
betrayals by a few I considered close friends,
and the inevitable hardships of simply living life
including its numerous moments of sheer embarrassment.
I contemplated which of those...

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I sat beneath a Veteran-oak,
In awe of His strength—
Here was a solid spirit!
Sympathy you get from Willow,
But stiff upper-lip from old soldiers,
With forged bark —
His limbs flexed, cut, rippled against the wind…
No chinks in this warrior-wood…
“Divide and Conquer!”

Then I thought of my Father—
A cook at...

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As I, Their Weak And Soft Human Flesh, Sat To Eat

I have seen stars blown to dust, red moons rising steep
lives taken by the billions where death is a must.
Candles burnt out , before their red moon falls to sleep,
great empires destroyed, their monuments turned...

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I sat alone 
with the moon
last night – in
the deep dark;
till the dim light
and then
the morrow;

I spoke of Love's enchantment...
of Love's joys, and of loveless
sorrows...

I asked, had she also counted – 
with the happy hours – 
the many unrequited tears?

Had she kept a few of...

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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...

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I had a call from Santa
He said he will be late
He's lost his sat-nav in the snow
And Rudolph's in a state.

Rudolph had an idea
He said why don't we pray
For God created Christmas
I'm sure He'll guide our sleigh.

So Rudolph and Santa prayed to God
And asked Him...

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(Introductory Note - my daughter (12) wrote this while she was required to sit in a room
with other students and study for the SAT.  She was not happy and expressed her
dissatisfaction in this form.  I am so proud of my girl and her...

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At the end of the elated visit
Around the mind moving marble mausoleum -Taj Mahal
I was unconvinced to leave and got a place to sit
As excited to enjoy the environment, withal

It was the inside on the right, near the main entrance 
Just before the famous ‘visitors...

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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...

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I sat before that panel,
some half my age,
that didn't know a tenth,
of what I do,
that I thought had the power
to change my life and
I barked, 
and drooled, 
and rolled over,
and jumped through hoops,
and licked butt,
and played dead,
and chased my own tail,
and preened, cutely,
and even scratched...

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There once was a lady from Newmarket
Who's deriere was so big she couldn't park it
Tried a regular chair
Imagine if you dare
Sat next to herself! Overweight... just a bit!


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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He sat at the bar,
She had just left
To use the restroom,
And he pondered
His situation.

Yes,
She was beautiful,
Curves in the right places,
Weave perfectly done,
Not a track in sight,
Outfit exhibiting all
That God had blessed her with,
But.....

But she spent more time
In the hairdresser's chair
Than she spent in bookstores.
Philosophical conversations
Left...

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