Short Vats Poems

cold, pine scented air 
huge draft horses pull maple sap
steaming vats await...

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Caustic soda smells!
Teeming with logs, bark and slabs.
Motors at the vats

Pump and pump strong til
Suddenly!  Circulation
Stops by the wood rats....

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we sneak tonight
to see our last

dying in the halls
and vats

we sneak to
Aushwitz. circles

feel and form
words no more

     unbridge
unclasp...

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The Irish, 'tis said, as a nation,
They're quite fond of inebriation.
  So they guzzle large vats
  On the day called St. Pat’s
'Tween rounds of Gaelic fornication. 

(3/15/2017)...

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in the land of dog
we provide them with stick treats
and vats of water
our three have two doggy doors
one they do not use
it’s there in case they want to
they give us their love daily...

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Carry your scissors ! 
My pigtail colored in white, 
And tirelessly the age rub his prey. 
... 
Carry your scissors! 
Cut  the night thread of my chest, 
Behold, I will pour out in vats 
Death vintage oh my love....

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It is impossible to explain,

Love isn't a strong enough name.
Overpowering, joyful feeling,
Vats of happiness overstreaming.
Every moment is pure bliss,

You alone I want to kiss.
Orange, green, yellow, blue,
Undeniably all I want is you....

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PACKING BABIES

packing babies
like sick vats
vases of acid
open an abscess

I watch…

as a million 
people run into
their thin papery
nowhere lands
safe

without stains
on their
fluorescent
fairytale
brains

© Kim van Breda—2 November 2015...

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Present, Future, Past
Mind meanders in time, defined -
NOW postponed by gulping stale wine:
Three vats: Present, Future - then Past!
Eckhart Tolle broke free at last
When recycled thoughts turn us mad
We gaze and chant; go gospel glad
Knowing Past-Future is fake time
Freed in NOWNESS, we re-tool time...

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A rich man gathering much from his land
decided to build more barns very grand.
   “I have plenty of stuff,
   indeed more than enough.
My wine vats and my barns are now crammed.

“I'll make merry in all this splendour.”
“You fool, now your life you'll surrender,
   what then of your excess?
   just who will it impress?”
Said God, “without a generous agenda.”

Luke 12.16-21...

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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
 
In vats of wine
dreams ferment to keep
 
Souls be damned
Love made us weep

I will be there
With you and the roses...

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James Bee Dee dunked himself in vats of cologne,
Hoping this would cover up his lack of bathing.
Every Saturday night he spends by himself, alone.
Primping, preening, for a lovely woman, he’s craving.

Preparing for a date that might never ever be,
He resolves to stick to his determined non-bathing plan
There will be no water touching stubborn James Bee Dee. 
He winks at his reflection, saying “You’re the man!”...

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