Oats Poems - Poems about Oats

Young newlyweds on a love boat He mounted her like a wild goat The up and down motion Of the stormy ocean Meant super sex – it got their vote!...

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Over harvested fields — I walk beneath the fading afterglow of a forgotten lantern a path worn by wanderers older than the scroll of Zeno its damp salve seeping through my coat into my bones Fog an Erebian curtain a Stygian veil barn swallows following susurrus secrets of the soul each step a slow exhalation a...

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Stork felt grumpy now that rules had changed completely My job used to be easy, I did it on time, and it was sweetly But these days I am bogged down with extra things to drop My knees are feeling bad, and it takes me twice as long to stop. Maybe it is because you are older, a young...

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I have heard that mairsy doats and sweet little doesy doats. I'd agree that cowsy doats. Why do lamzay noats?...

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There's a place that poets go when they must their wild oats sow They camp out in front of the TV set Are the Three Stooges on the air yet...

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"Wild Oats, Steel Cut" Words like food can become an addiction it’s in the swallowing that the story consumed like some feast laid out at the Hatters Table poured into kidney pans returns steel cut in our warm memories glitching all over our wild oats while we are stitched up being fed porridge and honey (LadyLabyrinth / 2023) ...

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"Rolled Oats" Age shall not weary trolls counting strange fruit golden apples rolled Lord Laden put to sleep on an alter Hippomenes there Atalanta lights a candle underneath the dry rot Ovid’s oracle prophecy not far wrong 3 golden apples racing along Hippomenes strange addiction was outshone the race never to be won (LadyLabyrinth / 2023) ...

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In halcyon olden days of yore, When box TVs were far from smart, The youngest in house used to bore, If lovingly, the chore TVs to start. Then came remotes— a political mace At home they have tended to be, And if I may, no less a menace— When needed, always remote from me— Perhaps, why we call them remote! Which, a moment...

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Miss Toe Dipper must have her oats Especially when on huge cruise boats She has them each morning Just as the sun’s dawning When she’s had her fill how she gloats When frolicking out on the ocean They’ll rise up and down with the motion As he reaches ‘top deck’ There’s love bites on her neck These antics soon cause a commotion She quickly puts...

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Sure feeling my oats today, you betcha Matters not the brand, they erect my antenna All parts are alert All day's like dessert Nothing but naughties are on my agenda...

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September first is the day that changed my life another suicide attempt 25ish days of hospitalization. The police and social workers got involved. They juged me and threw me out on the street forcing my mom to put a restraining order on me or she will loose my daughter. Shame on them I...

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Sure feeling my oats today, you betcha Matters not the brand they erect my antenna All parts are alert All day's like dessert Nothing but naughties are on my agenda...

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A boy called Charlie Oats Has feet as big as boats But he’s no fool When he goes to school He doesn’t walk, he floats...

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Quaker Oats If pure grain oats grown In the mountains of Utah Is it Quaker Oats by James Edward Lee Sr. 10/17/17...

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There once was a Lady called Cheryl who bedded Donald Trump, lucky fellow one swish of that wig and Cheryl whisked him in bed And then Trump did the same to the nation...

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