Best Molasses Poems

"Black Molasses"



Black Molasses 
holds to ransom 
footprints 
sucked into 
Tropic of Capricorn mud
as bushfires bleed
sugar from cane
like molten glucose 
shot into the veins
of Mother Earth...

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Our first awareness
      falling through time
      through blood-rain, pure white snow, green vegetation 
 ...

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Sometimes, life has no reason unlike the seasons
It aimlessly drifts with the wind
We find ourselves in places of unfamiliar faces
Bathing in the shadows of sin
Our...

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It gradually turned chilly between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Although Frosty the Snowman rarely visited our part of Texas, his pal, Jack Frost, surely did. ...

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We swallow boulders:
(lead words, molasses covered prejudice, glass shards of promises long broken)

Mouths open wide and heads tipped back
like Hawaiian fire eaters.

Chipped teeth are bits...

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Music of Love

On cloudless, starry, starry nights,
you sit on your moonlit patio,
under the cool canopy of Royal Poinciana trees
showing-off their flamboyant scarlet petals.
Cradling your beloved...

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We are all broken
into separate pieces
Brothers uncles
mothers and nieces
Fractured ways of thinking
Cool-aide drinking
Caught between 
real and false
Can you feel we’re all sinking

False prophets
We have become...

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She met him in the interim,
 that space between endings and beginnings;
             ...

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Verses in italics by Jesse Whitehead
Verses in normal font by Timothy Hicks



birds in tuxedos
marching through snow
stifled laughter
 
a pair of short legs
behind the coats
 
patient...

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Moist jungle's steaming breath assaults my face
Molasses air I struggle to inhale
Your ruddy visage slowly drains to pale
Sharp cliff, black knife wound in the verdant...

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We of the Convict strain

A hundred and twenty years ago
Australia had it's several classes
There were we of the convict strain 
Mates would stick, just like...

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Penumbra reflections of darkness weigh cynical in my soul.
When crepuscular dreams creep through the twilight
I hear their sonorous songs sing their deceptive toll
like dysphonic bells,...

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THE OLD FART SONG
(sing to the tune of "Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys")

Verse one:

Old men ain't easy to love and...

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Summertime coats your tongue like molasses
Lingering kiss of strawberry lasses
Sipping lemonade
Beneath pastel shade
Bare toes wriggle in beach-salty grasses

6/06/20...

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I was sleeping, probably snoring.
  around three one morning,
Awakened by knock at my door.

 Well I sleep in the floor.

I wasn't sure it worthwhile,
So...

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