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S R Mats Dec 2024
A self-published poet
is not the same
as a published poet.

A self-published poet says
"I'm pretty good!  
I'll put this into the world."

A published poet
has someone else say,
"You are outstanding.

I want to publish you."
Otherwise, you should say
I am a self-published poet.

One is not equal to the other.
Why important to understand, because it is considered very unprofessional to claim to be a published poet when you have put your poems out, yourself.  If you want to be taken seriously, don't make a false claim.  By the way each time we put a poem on Hello Poetry we are SELF-PUBLISHING.  If you are a published Poet you will have an ISBN number.  I have only been "published" once, ISBN 1-894241-03-7.  I have been self-published many times over the years.
S R Mats Dec 2024
Plump un-pecked cherries,
Strawberries and raspberries,
Picked to pop into mouths

Of reddened lips.
A glance of eyes
And hopes of romance

Within the secret of a garden.
Standing close I search
For your hand in shaded wonder.
S R Mats Dec 2024
Either my poems will speak for themselves
Or speak for me, no matter, given voice
Let them fall upon eyes, and ears, and hearts.
S R Mats Dec 2024
Bare
Synchronized pants
Hands caressing
Yours on my face
Mine trace your body
Eyes caught
In deep gaze together
Held

Hip to hip
Rhythms of this - together
Moments came and gone
And back again
Constellations of
Bare emotions
Real as reality
Can get
S R Mats Dec 2024
Hair in braids hanging down,
The Sun in rays shining all around,
Glimmers and shimmers on skin so fair
And glows upon my long dark hair.
Bare feet tread on soil rich and brown
Pattering along as they touch the ground.
The softest air in rhythm is growing
With scents of ocean breezes flowing
To a blue haze above the lofty mountains.
This is where my heart will be soaring
'Or mounts, oceans, 'n watery fountains.
S R Mats Dec 2024
If nothing else in this life had I.  Nothing
Sought nor found other than you,
My circle would complete its circuit
With my heart settled on you.

If I were a bird, able to fly, I'd stay,
Take feathers plucked from my chest
To make a feathered nest for you
And for us two.

I would throw colors at the moon
Should it be pale, and paint the stars
In lovelier hues all for you,
In a world made only for me and you.
S R Mats Dec 2024
All are welcome, come to rest,
Within my feathered nest

To find what you may seek
Love and comfort if you be weak.
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