Best Slat Poems

As I sit upon these old porch steps, that I have always known
A weathered stoop, with gray floorboards, that shake with every wind
These creaks and groans,  the flaws and chips, ... familiar to my hand 
I have come to some conclusion,,,
I've come to understand,...

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A soft spring breeze blows gently

across the open toes 

of my Italian leather sandals.

Sitting on the weathered oaken bench

I can picture you swinging on those wooden slat swings

with your flowing hair pushed back in a ponytail

bouncing up and down off the top of your cashmere...

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Rain beats against the window, 
As my little boy leans his brow
And little hands against the cool glass,
Staring, longing to go out. 

His eyes light up with joyous excitement; 
Grinning from ear to ear,
For down the hall by the door 
He sees his sister's red...

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Hot air balloons were escaping from the house
Coming from every slither and slat like a mouse
They rose from the doorway into the wind
Colors of turquoise, orange, yellow, all ascend

Where had they been? Where had they been?
Some came from the windows, others from a crack.
They floated...

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it was the week after Christmas,
the one when fate had granted me my fondest wish,.....
(a lustrous, ruby-red, Schwinn bicycle that sported a basket in the front, and a bell to ring.)

On that cold, late December night, I'll always remember how suddenly the sky was stained...

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Rain beats against the window, 
as a little boy leans his forehead
 and little hands against the cool glass,
staring, longing to go out. 

His eyes light with excitement; 
grinning from ear to ear,
for down the hall by the door 
he sees his sister’s red and...

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He remembered the Ohio of his youth.
Winters of pure, glistening snow. His parents
taking him on wagon rides over hidden,
winding trails through naked woodlands.
Swooping great horned owl. Fog-breathed
whitetail deer, and string-like clouds flirting
with the cool, pearlescent cup that was his moon.

At trail's end, wagons emptying. 
Families...

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Oh to the whoa, Honey, today I saw a trio of funny!
Mercy be, I saw three furry cats that all wore hats;
one was skinny and curvy, two chunky, but sturdy.
Curvy was all a-curtsy in a flat, wacked, black hat
that on top popped a nervy, lopped...

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Degree work again! With Aberdeen University, 
Long distance, so not in strange surroundings, 
This time in the subject of my choice and tenacity,
For posterity, so as to keep above the drownings. 

It’s Christian Studies, or I say theology or religion, 
And psychosomatic is the word...

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WHAT?

Thanksgiving’s on the way
This had crossed my mind
But what?
While shopping the mall yesterday I came on this display –
Who could miss it? – 
Shelves and shelves full of teddy bears    nutcrackers
    dolls    delicate ornaments  ...

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Winding path through the tawny wood
Hanging branches form a shadowy hood
Dangling vines each spindled fold lace
Slippery, svelte moss cloaks the base
The vented light peeps through fibrous trellis
Addled mind with beauty to encase
Swerving shadows creep down the swaying lattice
Each truncated step to efface
Fallen leaves weave a...

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For 19 years, I have missed a Lovely Queen; absolutely one of the finest.                               ...

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I walked up the sidewalk to the front door
That had a welcome mat.
The doorbell I rang was kind of flat.
I saw Frankenstein peeking through a 
Window slat.
The man who answered the door wore a
Tall black hat.
Good evening. Oh drat!
The skeletons are doing the head pat,
Our...

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ABRUPT ACHE

   Acquainted ! Attracted ! I adore you, Hello Miss !
   Beautiful  bud of love bloomed in bliss.

   Cheered ! Charmed ! Caring craving on your charisma.
   Dedicated ! Drank dreamy desires drowning in dilemma.

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A crimson bird perched
On a pointed fence slat, "crack!-"
    A sunflower seed! 

                  Carol Mahan...

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