Best Vats Poems

If my mind be painted in colors borrowed, would it be red? 
Rusted in brown, or maybe instead, an indigo streak?
Depending upon the source of inspiration, 
and the song on the radio at the time of connection...
I keep coming back to sea green, 
or the...

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Remember all the Wise Men on their knees upon your yacht?
With orphans on their backs they’d crawled (with others that they’d brought)
Through rubble on the highway sands and residues of Lot.
They came from severed cities selling postcards of your thoughts,
Though offered for a penny piece,...

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Ole Kelly worked at the brewery
And was pretty good at that
But one day he lost his balance 
And fell into a vat

O’Reilly went to Kelly’s house
Someone had to tell his wife
He said Kelly fell into the beer
And there he lost his life

Kelly’s wife was beside...

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Such dusty mats of coconut, and hats,
and wicker chairs that creak; and chats, and cats
on sills that suck the early sun that spills
through glass to pass into the frills and twills
that talk and twitter, pass the time till tiffin,
pass the time of day this way...

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What's a single mom, overworked witch to do?
School potlucks won't suck up fat vats of witch brew
Green goop soup disinfects science projects
Magic wand deflects coupon blonde's rejects

Soccer field congealed, frogs in fish tanks
Your warlock son mocks the jocks with dark pranks
Your daughter barters love potions,...

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Let’s have a party and invite our nemesis, Robin suggested one day.
Let’s have it on Halloween and invite all of them Batman said in a nice way.
So they decided to open the Wayne Mansion to every diabolic creature and pal.
Invitations were distributed to every enemy...

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Limericks VII - Naughty, Bawdy, Risque, Absurd

There continue to be modern sequels of the famous "Nantucket" limericks, including this bawdy one of mine:

There was a lewd whore from Nantucket
who intended to pee in a bucket;
but being a man
she missed the damn can
and her rattled john...

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The College Caravan

Last night we loaded the minivan with her
suitcases, Rubbermaid vats, and chest of plastic drawers
stuffed with clothing, toiletries, school supplies, and posters.
While our vehicle is tightly packed, her room stands hollow;
drained of stuff and spirit, except for the furniture she left behind
like the...

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I got told a joke this morning 
It really made me smile
So I thought I would share it on poetry soup
But in my own unique poetry style

A lady went to the dentist
She sat in the dentist’s chair
She was feeling really nervous
She wished she wasn’t there

The...

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Tiger! Tiger! clear and bright
perfection brewed exactly right,
this traveller’s dry and rusty throat
will always get this fine beer's vote.

In what distant vats or kegs
awaits the brew that my thirst begs.
On what wings could one aspire,
as taste buds bathe in Tiger’s fire.

Maturity of hops and malt...

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I imagine the echo of the once thundering herds,
Before the Bison succumbed to the tallow vats.
I listen for symphonies of the missing songbirds,
That made the Osage foothills their habitat.

The land that was theirs is no longer pristine,
Now the hills are interspersed with pump-jacks.
Barbed wire fences...

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frère dans ta chaise
c'est moi qui t'embrasse 

When I die
I wont say goodbye

If you die
I shall cry
 
Shall we both die?
Who then opens the sky?
 
Flowers will bloom though
Père Lachaise knows why
 
When death dances
We all shall cry
 
I lay my head down
so to sleep
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I

wet cat impaled on telegraph poles
serrated ashbrown fur
tinged with flinting silver
a mirror blue
cut by guitar strings on a shining plate
bathed in molten evening shine

jet streaks through pylon barrage
windshield wipers’ hemicircular swipe

dry cat’s crusty baguette fur
ashen edges of rapidfire cirrus

pylons stalk the sky
and catch the wipers...

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Concerto of the Enchanting Night
 Arabic Poem by: Fadhil Aziz Farman *
 Translated Into English by:
 Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
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You suggest the songs
And leave me deep
In the splendor of the rhythm and melody. 
Drag my day out of the dream to wakefulness 
I have not...

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Pumpkin 

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