Best Mothball Poems

For seeing the shy kid in the back row
For triggering my mind to misbehave
For rousing history's spark from shadow
The past is not mothball statistics, saved
It is people; bloody, broken and brave
For lessons taught, in all glory and flaw
I learned who I am - thank you,...

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How come they call it Labor Day when nobody works?
And why Pool-Table?  Where's the diving board?  the water?
How can you play "Draw-Poker" without paper and pencil?
Do ******* really have bigger knees?
And Flashlight: A bright stage-light to highlight naked joggers?
I went to IHOP; I...

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Woman at a stop.

She stood at the stop
Cracking knees, stooping shoulders
Mothball odors
Medicine pores,
Disparate thoughts, waves of empty,
Numb buzzing nothingness
Imbibing vibrations of motorists,
Whirring, whizzing by
Crumpled yellow sere sheaves blow 
By the venous sheer skin, her feet
Swollen out of her shoes
She waits,
For the bus....

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Tulip turning. 1 2 3. Prettily pasting post in a tree. Shapeless orbs ornately decorated. And a singing bowl asleep near a fridge freezer. Radio not a field mouse. Declaration airwaves. A mothball flu. Power pointing pontifical pontiff. Plea to a pea. And a glass...

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Baneful brickbats begat grievous barrier

Tell tale indelible woe y'all
privy to learn yours truly harbors
traces of the masterful
impregnable prepubescent wall
still extant scads of decades since
complex edifice erected to force tall
adolescence - permanently leaving me, 
(a poor buoy at sea) unmoored,
marooned, and furloughed ready for pall
bearers to...

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She whispered in my ear of neon lights, 
my mother,celebrated actress,
waning star in sick bay,
zany bird nest hairstyle on display,
lock and tress erect,
skin-fold ripple eggshell pallor,
mothball end play flutter from the wings.
I, devoted sibling, reluctant hospital visitor,
now bearing doleful witness,
to the voice that once enthralled...

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Can I go to the bathroom? This place is full of jackasses. This place is full of jackasses jerking each other off. This place is full of ignorant, parochial, zit-sucking jackasses undeserving of their place at the table. This place is full of miserable, zombie-like...

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Traces of the masterful
impregnable prepubescent wall
still extant scads of decades since
complex edifice erected to force tall
permanently leaving me unmoored,
marooned, and furloughed ready for pall
bearers to spill soil upon my
then emaciated stick figure overall,

an unlovely bag of bones 
stripped of flesh,
sans unseen deadly parasites,
who valiantly tried...

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Painless metamorphosis,
wrapped in precious memories fading
No more chrysalis tears formed on the inside,
only blank stares
leading idle long flights to nowhere ... 
Vacant whims drifting on a placid smile outside

Strange faces have a distant feel of familiarity,
but mothball unawareness
has eaten away at a lost, closed closet...

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a wishbucket painting of a midwest 
  sky in the evening.

an old rusty singlespeed scwinn bicycle. 

 folded mothball memories stacked
  in cardboard. 
 
 and you can pass down three generations
  in an A-framed wonderment.   

 lost to all...

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"Was it worth it?" 
at the end of the day 
I ask of me. 
Glancing back, casting 
random nets, 
I conclude 
nostalgia ain't what it used to be.

I have climbed this far, 
from the gentle gradient base, 
child's play; 
from adolescent slopes, 
verdant and lush;...

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Fold up your long sleeves,
shove knee socks drawered,
mothball your thick coats,
and back kick your boots  -
Spring's freedom now sings.

Spring joys beckon
all who lust her.
Her fragrance wafts
for barefoot gaits.

New life peaks
as Spring's prose
touches skin.

Spring mix -
life gifts -

Bliss!





... CayCay
April 5, 2019...

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I just stood bewildered, staring
Specks of the sky slowly pass through the glass
Adding a frosty sheen to the scene
A soft, creamy dew passes through.

A boy standing by a mothball light
The dark entrance of nature exposed
The darkly hidden entrance of the mind
You may be in a slump,...

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and then dew drops’ magic enveloped me in mist of fine doubt

gave me an idea of what it meant not to have the foggiest haze

of why and how I had been feeling so miserably blindfolded by

an illusion of clarity and the certain belief that I...

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-What is the failure key?
They imagine!
-What is wrong about that?
They do sleep on the job! That is the general idea!
-What is dream then?
A subconscious urge that yarns for non-aspiring unfulfilled reticent.
-Now what is non-aspiring?
Without mediocrity, some kind of ambition.
-Why is it needed?
They are absolutely needed...

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