Best Molehills Poems

From all outward appearances
  It seemed they were having a lovely evening
  But as soon as they got home
   She started...

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A lack of oxygen, a stifled room
A pregnant pause, apparent gloom
Bitter sighs and angry growls
Upon her face "It's not my fault"
His wrinkled brow, "I'm not...

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The earth, such beauty above breathes
though below, desolate caverns
carved of this chest once filled with life,
piled gravel, mountains of molehills,
not for climbing, but falling
as this...

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Sometimes 
I write poems about
 Wine and other essential
 Molehills of Life at 
4 AM when 
Bacchus is still awake
Conniving in 
Sheer revelry at the
...

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Age is not all decay; it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husk. George MacDonald
 
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In...

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Ever wonder, the sort of things that Dragon and Hubby do when together?
Well never fear, I’m here to explain a Spring Day routine in good...

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There's an active young lady who swills
every drop that adventure's cup spills.
If it's filled to the brim,
she will start at the rim
and swim down til...

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Pestered 
and 
pursued
by 
unknown 
foes
A 
topsy 
turvy 
land
where 
snakes 
could 
have 
horns
and 
cows 
can 
have 
fangs!
Nightmares 
in 
which 
the 
day's 
stallions
make 
mountains 
out 
of 
molehills.

A...

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That soft-spoken Sovereign commands a big stick, 
runs the world into ruins, once our bailiwick.
If asked why, He grins grimly, pale lips slightly pursed:
"Vindication? Straightforward:...

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Making mountians out of molehills is driving me insane
Then you worsen it further by calling me some names
You tell me no one really loves and...

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(Rondelet)

I’m still moving
I’ve conquered molehills of regret,
I’m still moving
Ready and willing choosing
To stand on the mountains Apex ~
Viewing God’s exquisite sunsets,
I’m still moving…...

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We all have to start somewhere.
Brick by brick, tooth and nail, you'll get there. 
You might not be a Saul, you might be that apple
So...

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Discrete Haiku 1
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Slow morning stroll
Walking meditation;
Beneath heritage fig tree

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Miniature dog barks
Squeaky voice tiny;
Big dog curious

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November nap
Haze free moment;
Somnolent afternoon

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Joy unveils
Emotional senses;
Ambrosia peach

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Children gather
Two by two;
Childcare...

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Domestic beer and cheap cigars 
inflame my lyric flare,  
spark my anxious urge
to create something readable,
splurge into visions of sugarplums,
flights of pure fancy, till...

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I tried to be a good girl, to be quiet and unnoticed.
Because the world is a scary place, and evil people frighten me.
I felt if...

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