Best Moldering Poems

Draped in silent fog, is a reservoir of dreams
weathering each season, with a mystifying scheme  …
On a wind-swept shelf, she is silently sleeping 
Where secrets are guarded and are hers for the keeping
Looking out at the tide, where the seagulls are sweeping

In her moldering...

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On a walk after the worst of the Sandy storm
I slogged down the still dampening
Green grass valley rutted between
The moldering fences of the shadowed alley. 
 
Under the low, ominously rushing, soggy gray clouds
I saw so many black birds silently
Clinging against the stiff breezes
To the...

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Open Letter to Thomas Jefferson

You sir, destination unknown, I dare
To address. A son of worthy causes  
For land vast in majesty and vast as
Vast can be in matters of liberty;
With ideals so prim and suffused with 
Philosophical forethought derived from 
Your bumper harvest of...

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In the moldering courtyard I linger awhile
Among ancient arches, in the old Spanish style
Revealed are sad stories...these etched stones hide
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky!

The marble fountain would murmur here
Above the doorway, vines withered and bare
Aloft from the tower, are the four watchful...

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Oh, My Dear Walter, how your words have slayed
          Humbled me, broken me, molded, remade

To taste of your world, see above or below it
          Wit of a...

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MAZE
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My maze, a startling delusion, 
confounding explanation. 
Somewhere a goal, a dream, 
a meaning 
motivates me through, 
a dynamic labyrinth of my own making. 
Every choice opens another passage, 
creates a new array of choices. 
A long and convoluted passage, 
distracted by lies...

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Cecil the Magician knew a heap of tricks,
But, alas, couldn't get himself out of this fix!

Carl was laid to rest for his eternal snooze,
Brought about by guzzling too much booze!

Pete was a rock-hard liberal Democrat.
Lord, be merciful and forgive him for that!

'Twas well-known that Cletus...

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(African populations are being killed off by war,
famine, disease, and neglect...when will we try to help them?)

Time,
stretching out, encompasses curtains,
on distant savannas, of shimmering heat.
And animals vanish:
ibex and antelope; elephant; grouse.
Here once, now going or gone.
Time vanishes now.

Moldering greenery, mute,
moves mainly in wind --
pliant life,...

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* There is one person I would bring back in a heartbeat, and that's my favorite human being of all-time, Walt Whitman - he literally changed my life with his poetry, and brought true beauty and joy to my life. Never underestimate the power of...

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I’ve come back to the place where I had grown,
a place no more as it once was known.
Not a roof, not a room, not one wall left,
just an old, weathered chimney standing alone.

An ill-tempered wind swept from the hillside tops
that spun relentlessly through the leafless...

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They paint the ground beneath the trees they served so well
Hues of red, orange, yellow and brown
All blended into an autumn camouflage
Laid down now in their final form of service

They lay moldering beneath their parent trees
In one final act of service of nurturing
They give their...

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the Horror
by Michael R. Burch

the Horror lurks inside our closets
the Horror hides beneath our beds
the Horror hisses ancient curses
the Horror whispers in our heads

the Horror tells us Death is coming
the Horror tells us there’s no hope
the Horror tells us “life” is futile
the Horror beckons, “there’s...

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III.

Scott bought the farm and some dairy cows,
and set about building himself up.
He soon made a name for quality milk,
local wholesalers could not get enough!

One summer day he took to the plow,
preparing and old field to grow hay.
The plow hit something, twisting it hard,
just badly...

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In the mist, like a dream, she has weathered the seasons…
On the wind swept shelf, as if silently sleeping 
Where souls in her graveyard, are hers for the keeping
Staring out at the tide, where the seagulls sweep low

In the moldering courtyard, one can linger awhile
Among...

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(tongue in cheek
by this moldering geek.)

Thy marriage doth incurably ail,
even strangers would vouchsafe
     (with nary any cavil),
     and perhaps even avail
herself (sight unseen),
     with a moderate chance
     zee spouse...

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