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S R Mats Mar 2015
What is infinite is the eating of pie,
Cherry, pumpkin, apple, rhubarb, cocoanut...
3.141592653589793238462643383279502884197169399375105820974944592­30781640628620899862803482534211706 ways,

Until there is enough pie for everyone.
S R Mats Mar 2015
Spring cannot be far-off.  
The Spring Peepers have sung.

Let the greening have its start
For flowering has begun.

Soon the bees will flit about
And sweetly start to hum.

Spring simply cannot be far-off
For the Spring Peepers have sung.
S R Mats Mar 2015
Leaf upon leaf
Bursting green unfolds
Into bright sunshine
The tree waves
Mordern Haiku form holding to nature theme
S R Mats Mar 2015
Happy rhythm.  I
Dance with myself.  Forbidden
Pleasure is most fun.
I believe that within modern constraints this meets haiku and senryu form.  Open for debate.
S R Mats Mar 2015
We shall be water, my love.  For water flows around or through
obstacles that seek to impede it's true course.

It seeks another way to flow in it's coursing desire to go onward,
an effort to reach the sea.

We shall be water, Love, you with me.
I absolutely loved this when I wrote it many years ago.  Now I feel it is just okay.  I know that happens to most poets.
S R Mats Mar 2015
Upon the heat of the day
When Sol high above our heads towered,

Raindrops fell cool on panting flowers.
You took my hand and led me where

You picked damp flowers
And then placed them in my hair.

With drops that fell and touched my lips
Mouth was drawn to mouth in tender kiss.

The drops each sizzled in heated bliss
To satiated this withering flower.

With this bedewing came a glistening spill,
In the heating of the day

As Sol above us towered,
And renewed this panting flower.
written years ago
S R Mats Mar 2015
Diminutive flowers burst onto the scene.
I am grateful to at last see that it really is Spring.
I was beginning to wonder-

The Winter birds will wing their way on;
Flying long distance to their Summer home.
They are a wonder-

Winter brought heartbreak, but some fun and joy.
A happy farewell to that harshest of seasons, boy!
Little wonder-
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