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S R Mats Jan 1
I love words that make you visualize
The intent of what the writer desires.
What the writer sees within the mind
Conveys what I can see in mine.
S R Mats Jan 1
The mockingbird heralds
Each new sunrise.
This morning unbeknownst to it

Man declares it to be
A whole new year in its life.

So, sing on my friend.
May we enjoy many more days
Of your lovely song.
S R Mats Dec 2024
What if I say the word
Pomegranate
With pouty red lips
Which glistens with its juices?

What if I do?
How would you feel?
Would you grab me,
- hold me close?

Could I illicit a thousand
Breathless sighs?  Could you?
And you taste the sweet drops
- from my lips?

I will say it over and over
And once again!
Pomegranate, pomegranate,
- Pomegranate
(It takes a bit of steam to can fruit.)
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
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