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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Dreams sifting through the dreamtime web; 
a GPS for the soul’s journey,
 is a free road map drawn by God.

There, where I find all of...

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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?
...

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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...

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