Best Molder Poems

Blackened Crow circle
  frightened   hardly
     -plucking nightly
the fruits of her harvest

pitchforked hollow eyes watch
   behind the disguise 
   of a red worn bandana
        impaled 
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I measure my wealth
looking at my grains of sand
wondering if the clay
that surrounds it
will keep it together.
I measure the water
a drip, a drip...
should I drop the bucket?...
with a list that I should do?
Swiftly moving to the hands 
of someone molding me
slapping, beating, caressing, shaping
all to...

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For Timothy Lee

Darling, take me in love’s tender embrace.
Let me nestle close upon your shoulder.
Being next to you is my perfect place.

     Sweetness, as our fingers now interlace
     I feel your kisses grow fiercely bolder.
  ...

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I like my weather colder;
hot weather really sucks.
All things tend to molder,
when weather is in flux.	

Hot weather makes me nauseous
and I get dizzy, too.
If I don’t have AC,
I don’t know what to do.

You can always put clothes on,
when temperature drops,
but when you take them off,
there...

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Somedays I wish I didnt
Think what I think,
These patterns of thought,
Have me in the sink,
Then bring me to the top,
To put me back in my seat

Somedays I wish I didnt
Believe what I believe,
So I could,
Give into my passion to please,
Dive into my sinful desires,
and have...

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There was an ugly duckling,
Isolated herself in a stream,
Unable to show to the world,
As hidden as a treasure in the wood.

Everybody laughed at her,
Pitied, Insulted, and judged,
All she had to do was cried,
But forgave them, she really tried.

That time she made a dream,
“Someday, I will...

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There she is, rainbow hued, hazy viewed clues.
The whistle chimed waves clear her unspoken throat.
Pardon Lady's wispy tension, a molder of falling sand. 
A maker of details form the reality of dreamlife.
It is not man-made, it's spirit. 
From one withheld, on a roof full of...

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Molder of mega minds
Tracker of tiny time
I write mountaintops
To read the bottom line

Storm catacomb castles
Swarm like Hollywood hustle
Transform fat into mighty muscle
Warm and happy
With an afternoon apple

Fruit salad ballads
Round about rapids
Cool off in a bath of acid
Knock the voices out of my head
Using a rubber...

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into the world comes a brand new life &
regardless of whatever consequences brought it
the little one now breathes this air 
the little one now feels the chill
the little one absorbs every stimulant
every single iota of experience 
pours into the eyes
sucked in by the little ears
all...

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Smile at a scolder, pat a heart on the shoulder, another day's boulder to molder, set it to smolder, Here we are, just another day older....

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Let me molder on the surface of the Earth. Leave me on dirt with dross and peace. Let the four seasons sweep over my husk. In blood crush dust and petrified grease…. A feast for my insect and animal pals. This circle is my best...

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January 26 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Exodus 26-28

Key Verse– Exodus 26:1 Moreover thou shalt make the tabernacle with ten curtains of fine twined linen, and blue, and purple, and scarlet: with cherubims of cunning work shalt thou make them.

LORD GOD, YOU ARE...

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Tree befallen...
Moss crept, covered green
Bow thyself down 
Onto ache of knotted knee

Ashen Oak...
Ageless elder, time's casualty
May you molder 
Swift into winter's drifting sleep

Sacrificial timber...
In decay, another's sanctuary
Are thee eternal, yet alive
In a peace of nature's dream...

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A piece of waiting clay adapts
To a sculptor's finite stroke,
Infants heads were shaped by hands
Of older thinking folk.

Eight times a molder in his chair,
A newborn child held near.
Tiny heads-so softly stroked,
By my father's hands so dear.

A memory like yesterday,
Though  sixty years are gone,
That day...

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I.
Not a pseudo thug turned rapper, 
Or a pseudo rapper turned poet
Nor a pseudo intellectual turned advocate. 
Simply a front-running, pack moving, sacrificial mind-molder:
A father with good intentions.

II.
A forgotten piece on a forgotten puzzle,
An onslaught aiming at injustice,
And yet the last of a dying breed.
Mere...

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