Best Mole Poems
She has a mole upon her cheek;
A blemish of which we dare not speak;
At the thought of it her mood turns bleak,
But I think it adds to her mystique.
No other beauty to her can compare.
Her facial features are perfect and fair,
But all she can think of is that blemish there
And plucking, each day, her small mole’s hair.
I love that mole upon her face;
It keeps her humble, this mild disgrace.
Her vanity it helps to erase;
And empathy fills in its place.
She is unaware that beauty is her prize,
So much so she doesn’t realize
She is out of my league in other’s eyes,
And now is my wife to their surprise.
So thank you God for giving her that mole;
Such a subtle mark that helped save her soul.
Winning her heart was my ultimate goal;
Being a humble beauty is her perfect role.
why would we doubt
the existence of immortality
will love be eternal ?
perhaps we lost track of time
immersed in selfish ambition
hypnotized in beauty
floated above the charm
try to ask the mirror
who always tell the truth
do we have
remained the same?
will get forehead wrinkles
eyebrows and eyelashes will change its colors
mirror said
“there is one point
unchanged
a mole ...
yes, a mole
Likely to grow
bigger
but never shrink or lost
it remained immortal”
how wonderful
if love
as eternal as a mole
try to ask the universe
what is immortal thing in the world
Nature doesn’t has a mirror
nature says
all was measured by the reflection science
what was seen in the reflection of the water
different from the original
what was appeared on the shadow
different from the original
nature says
“there is one point
unchanged
a mole ...
yes, a mole
reflected by any object
remains the same
a mole
remains timeless
if love
as eternal as a mole
~ (c) Sukmawati Komala ~
18 April 2013
My Grass and Mole Cricket
My grass is being killed by mole cricket,
Even beneath my fence that is a picket;
Grass is dying;
We are crying;
Do wish there is way that we can lick it.
Jim Horn
The Bigot has a black mole
does that mean that he
removes it?
Quinzaine Contest
Dress up now boy and girl, It’s time for bonfire joy
Bring your purse bring smile line up now for fun
Many costumes many shades walking in the haze
Sounds of drumming and of horn fletching reborn.
Kids wander in the dark, go from house to house
And the adults partying the night away somewhere
A girl extended her hand; we took a walk on the lake
Saw an old house not lived in for many years.
We had it all the house, nothing could stop us now
A whisper went around a small town, tummy round
The girl searched for who gifted her with a child.
As we were all in masks and outrageous costumes
I could detect her because of a mole on upper lip,
Love story goes on, my son to step into my shoes.
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Honorable Mention in
Contest: Love Story sponsored by frank herrera
Hipperity hipperity hop
bunny so full he could pop
squeezes down his hole
bumping into mole
who gave his ear a sound wop
When he hit the ball onto the green
That was the last time that it was seen
They lifted the pole
And there in the hole
Was a mole where the ball should have been
© 1/04/2013 ~GG~
Show me The Funny part 2
There's a face beside my mother-in-law's mole
It even tries to talk to me
I think the face has taken control
That poor mole's in misery
Side by side like siamese twins
But the mole is kind cute
The face however is as ugly as sin
Like some kind of infected root
That mole needs to get that face removed
It's a cancer with really bad breath
It's hidieous with hair everywhere
And it scares small children to death
A mole can be called a beauty mark
But that face no beauty is found
It looks like somebody dug it up
Like a corpse deep under ground
Now I'm not saying my mother-in-law's ugly
Even though that's what I said
I just wish my wife's mother
Could be that mole instead
I hide inside where it is safe,
put up a wall that you can't break.
So hard and thick this wall I've built,
from years of hurt and worthless guilt.
But you, you sneaky little mole,
you've found a crack, you've found a hole.
Seeping slowly I'll let you in,
To my safety net within.
Once inside you must beware,
I am fragile handle with care.
If you ever hurt me know,
to the other side you will go.
I'll patch that hole, I'll patch that crack,
and you will never make it back.
The mole and the vole, went out for a stroll
For the moon was all shiny and bright.
Happily chatting, unaware of the flapping
As the incredulous owl now took flight.
Too late they saw the oncoming claw
So enraptured they were by the moon,
The mole and the vole, poor little souls.
Their demise, it came all too soon.
In one labor of Star-nosed Moles
Traveled a slower toothless cow
The last in line, all that she sees
Is sore gums and molasses now!
When I was a coward without hope
I was a coward looking unto them
As I waited for my salvation
I soon became a slave of them
As I exalted to accommodation
I was a coward that never talked
A coward that bleeds but never twitched
And towards my fall I cried to the witches
For bewitching me with fear
That time I woke up only to find
This brave ego dwelling in ruins of nowhere
I was like a bull without horns to fight
So dull even rats never noticed the corn
I walked in paved routes with them
And I never found any treasure
I fall with the leaves in rags of fools
Not even man made tools could fix me
As I saw velvet roses grow beside me
I have a mole that scares me well,
Especially at night,
I barely seem to think of it,
Until I hit the light.
Then I lie in bed with all the what-ifs,
Swarming round me,
They soon have me wondering if
All is as it seems to be.
Then the thought of cancer creeps in,
The thought of saying goodbye,
And all because of a tiny mole,
Oh, that often makes me cry.
So I lie there thinking to myself,
I'll get checked for sure,
But when morning comes around,
It doesn't bother me anymore.
So I go about my day happy,
Forgetting my dear mole,
It’s only when I try to sleep,
That fear takes control.
Next time, tomorrow, soon,
I will always say,
Then by the time daylight comes,
It's forgotten right away.
I know I’m being foolish,
It's best to check it out,
But I think I'm scared to face it,
To let my fear come out.
For tonight I will have to hope,
That my mole is simply skin,
And I'll get it checked tomorrow,
Very first thing.
***For Nikko's Holy-Moly contest***
There's a face beside my mother-in-law's mole
It even tries to talk to me
I think the face has taken control
That poor mole's in misery
Side by side like siamese twins
But the mole is kinda cute
The face however is as ugly as sin
Like some kind of infected root
That mole needs to get that face removed
It's a cancer with really bad breath
It's hidieous with hair everywhere
And it scares small children to death
A mole can be called a beauty mark
But that face no beauty is found
It looks like somebody dug it up
Like a corpse deep under ground
Now I'm not saying my mother-in-law's ugly
Even though that's what I said
I just wish my wife's mother
Could be that mole instead
Hail President Whack a Mole
He does it with TREMENDOUS soul
Whack there National Security Admin Mr Flynn
Lying is one TREMENDOUS sin
Whack a bulls eye on FBI Comey
With all that loyalty baloney
Whack the ole Press Secretary Spicer
Chip Chop like a speed dicer
Whack the Chief of Staff Reince
Little rat leakier to Pence
Whack the little new Chief of Staff
Scaramucci kind of riff raff
I am one of the great presidents of all time
Wac a mole Making America shine