Best Mold Poems

break me  -- reform the old

                            prepare this vessel to receive

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that day my smile 
sucked you in, 
to places where things 
crawl because they are too tall to walk 
and yet you stood up, 
you stood out
not twisted, 
like you always belonged 
like that space was carved with you in mind

the mold that fits 
the...

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Rain falling with all it's 
Patterns bestowed
Watching ground targets
Seeds calling
Root pouting coves
Stretching limbs in weakness
Meeting beginnings 
Steepness
Peeking trough
Descriptive stories told...

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Mold Me, Paint Me But, Inside, I Am Still Clay

God in His infinite wisdom and design 
shaped man’s body out of His newly made clay, 
and man as His crowning design and achievement 
was created on His 6th day.

These bodies were originally made
to last us...

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black circles
mold spores on prison walls...
spreading day by day!


For Charles Henderson's "Haiku your way" Contest...

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Mold me, make me, wake me
and when I'm lost find me, 
confined me and shelter me.
Control and protect my path,
lead me only to you and away
from the wrath. 

Fill me with dreams of you hide
and eradicate the thoughts
that are not true or of you. 
Guide...

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Clay mold
matters not humidity
Skin taut
worries not frigidity
Sky grays
in a mood morbidity
Drops fall
on my skin's rigidity

Softens now
arms and legs begin to crack
Eyes blink
surely there's no turning back
Move me
but please leave my soul intact
De-shelled
left in love to be exact....

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Any result will be an unsuccessful grapple.
Nobody can make a gelatin mold with fresh pineapple.
If there are any attempts, you are in for a bad time.
This is because the fruit has a proteolytic enzyme.
If this were a game, you would be drawing the wrong...

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So Morality is guided by a compass
Who engineers that compass
Does my true north bears south and my east to west
can we see beyond the basic conduction of a decision
as a compass is only as strong as the material it is built with.

Actions are based on...

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She drove me into madness and a hollowing despair,
Meddling with concern with the greatest amount of flair,
Probing a life of personal choices that is only mine to know,
Crushing my spirit into her mold and refusing to let me go.

She never makes a stand for others...

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Where the eyes lost their sparkles
Through the prairies-shadow lie,
What is South Dakota 
	A collective of arrowheads,
Deers, or buffaloes' dried skin?

	Is the great Sioux chief sleeping?.... 
	Or watching us
With his racy soul?...
	Or is he in the peaks
Tripping through the sky as a pine?...
	Or in the front...

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If you are going to try and mold me into something
Could it be a cinnamon roll please?
A great big giant cinnamon roll and put frosting on my top.
Drizzle it on thick and give me a tongue.

If you cannot do that, can I be a hot...

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Mold me, into something I have never been
Make me, take me change me into a Ten

Forever I have been sheltered, I am my own outcast
Until you mold me into the weathers forcast

Living a lie beneath the sky
Until you mold me to that eagle up high

I...

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Take me as I am, my love,
And make me what you will,
For I am but a clay to mold,
To shape with your sweet skill.

I offer you my heart and soul,
To cherish and to hold,
To take me to the highest peak,
And make me feel so bold.

Wrap...

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There is a woodpile in my in-laws’ cellar, and some coal, but other rumored things also.
And it has been there a long time since anyone tripped down these broken concrete steps.
Maybe twenty or thirty years; we inherited this home a long time ago.
We have sold...

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