Best Slats Poems

ON MY MOTHER’S PASSING

i wanted to keep my mother physically with me
but it would be like trying to hold the sun
like in life she still shines brighter than any star
is as gentle as the finest breeze 

she isn't gone my mother is infinite
hers was a...

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We danced in the downpour

The rains falls
not hard, more of a drizzle
this late Winter night
leaning on the light post
across the street,
watching the light in your window,
glowing slats through mini blinds,
outlines of your silhouette,
damp steel seeping my jacket,
cars pass, wipers waving, 
splashing in circular patterns,
glistening tire...

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Ursus Maritimus ...

I entered your world in quietude, slipping through the granular, soft.
          Long slats to feet parting the frozen. Cold of a previously unknown
     Extreme, nipping, sharp, the epidermis with ardor....

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DESSERT TABLE

Yes, it’s a beautiful spread
A tantalizing sight
With not Cezanne depth or solidity, but
Our hostess’ fond delight

She’s gathered not justs -
Not just cakes, cheeses and fruit
But a famous pot of snowball flowers,
A tall bottle of ultra-expensive wine, to boot

Now witness her many noted guests
Completely sated,...

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   "The Wooden Cradle"

a white wooden empty cradle, I wait in the nursery room
for the smell of baby fragrance to illuminate sleeping bloom
years have escalated, still sounds of silence hurt my ears
for all I hear are tender sobs from a Mother's broken tears.

I...

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suddenly the bird sings, quite suddenly, startling
the stranger-to-the-dawn of day; he thinks the bird
is where the bird shouldn’t be; but knowingly,
with amusement, having quite habitually heard
the bird tweet, as the morning sun stretches its wings,
the wife informs the stranger to the waning dusk,
“oh dear husband,...

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I have a ridiculously large head,
I think I’d opt for a smaller one instead.
Oh, sure, you say that it suits me fine,
That’s because yours isn’t near as big as mine.

I bet that it weights at least thirty pounds,
It looks even bigger than it sounds.
When I...

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Pigeons flutter in the park
eating refuse from the grass.
Noon comes; the hours pass.
Leaves fall; the sky grows dark.
Silence reigns throughout the park.
A crumpled headline, forgotten toy --
and then, -- and then a far-off bark.
In the park, not a single little boy.
Midnight comes; the hours go...

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Contemplating atop the “Great Wall,” was Neruda comparing similarities of this and “Machu 
Picchu?”  Was there more commonality beyond stonemasons craft? High stone walls ancient 
cities, “great walls,” lesser ones (Berlin) are designated barriers between peoples/ideologies 
for protection. Long standing cultural isolation results. 

Constructing...

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A Day In An Ordinary Life

    By Edmund Siejka


Watching TV
More out of boredom
Than anything else
He allowed his imagination  
To drift
Back 
To when
He was a teenager 
Sitting in a darkened movie theater
Lost among the empty matinee seats 
Slouched 
Knees propped against the...

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Dust Bowl


Dust sifted through the dry wooden slats of the now empty homes.  No sunrise serenade nor rustle of flowing wheat greeted the parching sunrise.  Footprints long erased, carried on the wind of arid dreams, mistakes that scarred both hearts and soil. 



no...

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Three points of ionic invisibility, drawn off the charted map
Of realism or reality, the calibrated compass spins out of 
Control, then suddenly freezing at polar northern degree!
Within the gravitational shift, a rippling vibrational influxes 
Occurs, ceasing time in a stalemates chest move, slats angles
Become uninclined,...

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THE OLD COVERED BRIDGE

Late fall
Country scene
One birch, close by, already bare
With a taste of frost in the air
And this sturdy, old, covered bridge – this haven -
Strong tiled, tightly sided. A few slats still thrive -
Strips of weathered-green survive.

Late fall,
Looking far, from Terry’s Mount,
At distance...

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Dawn song / sweet trills / thin flute roused
Splayed light / warm vibe / worn slats doused
Dream haunts / harsh cough / plumb tears smart
Heart touched / mixed thoughts / frail past frouse

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Jueju is a curtailed verse of Chinese origin that grew popular amongst Chinese...

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In an unkept place beyond anyone's watchful care lay vessels which carried the powerful blood of a forgotten people.

So strong and powerful, their very presence brought fear and panic to an entire race of people who believe dominance is theirs.

Underneath the 'ole' shade tree lay...

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