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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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

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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...

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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...

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

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Guide to Writing Poetry

I was going to tell you about how beautiful the sun looked sinking
below the horizon line from my back pouch the other...

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