Best Moulder Poems

Apple pie, fresh from the oven
cools on a rack, whiffs of cinnamon-nutmeg
aroma rise through the pastry vent
then drifts out through
the kitchen window opened an inch or so
mingling with a hint of moulder on the breeze.

The apple peelings still lay on newspapers 
on the counter, deep...

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No name appears on my stone
there are no flowers strewn
grasses grows knee high
full of thorny brambles

How did this come to pass
that so soon I am forgotten
no longer in memories am I
no one tends to my grave

Yet but a few short years
have passed since my death
my...

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Earth

Mono syllables are potent
But are best left  untouched
They call for a gargantuan grasp.

For this monumental  mono
Commonplace,though
With a contemporary spin, 
A monologue just wont do.

And without a twin,
Its original  ware ,hard and soft , 
Ever  a  win-win 

Holder of holocausts
Moulder of...

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I and the Other


Sadly since the dawn of humans there has been the I and the Other.

Indifference at best and hatred at worst, times primitive or advanced, 

Dragging a child of another tribe away from the parents in complete

Indifference or hatred, to today's multifarious actions...

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So my dear mum,
If I shall dearly come,
As I shall yearly gives you joy,
You shall not relent neither shall you 
stop.

I shall surely come,
But secretly deformed.
You will have to keep remoulding my 
tongue,
And to keep me in form.

I shall come as a baby crying.
You will...

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They are the dream builders
the life shiner
the destiny polisher
they are the beautiful hands
that adorn our world with courage
they are the angels with pen
physical angels with blessed initiative
give your child a teacher
and you will give him a medal
the inculcator of morals
the moulder destiny
obey them and they...

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Locust of green
       Swarm of yellow
       Procession,
       Snakish march along
       The snaking path
       Obeisance!

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dust.
tiny snow drifts.
come.
fall across these memories.
banish them from my sight.
change their vivid technicolor,
to solemn grey daguerrotype.
let me FORGET.
i can't bear the sight,
so cover them in dead skin cells,
dust mites,
dusty science things.
let them go,
lock them in a silent mausoleum.
some things are better forgotten,
some things best left...

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He is of the Muse who Impacts Regally
The Illuminating Effervescence
He the Noble, Premier and Forerunner
Instinctual Attitude, Skill and Knowledge
Superior to all but the Moulder of the Ethereal

Reality in Existentialism 
Yea, Springboard to all Enhanced Persons
The Grill and Mill for Presidents, 
Legislators, Justices and the piety
Professional...

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I'm looking back again over my shoulder
And parts of my history are still unsolved
And even though that I am now allot older
Still it remains a mystery have I evolved

Perhaps a case for scully and moulder
Got to get back out there is what I’m told
Fire in...

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Do you remember how close we used to be?
It was me & you & you & me
You were the fresh air I breathed
You were the touch of sanity & normalcy I need
When it was you & me...
My pen-pal within my unremembered dreams
You were the lenses...

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About love
Dafina_

The final i wished,
Because me he dumped,
By the side of the road,
When i was the old icon,
And rusted like iron,
Cold like dawn,

Wasted and wasted,
Hoping he would be changed,
Pleasing his nights in bed,
Hiding my eyes in darkness,
Just because marriage is a chess,
I cant quit it...

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Standing up on this polished stone as
A bard once upon a time
In the utopian monarchy of my lonely thought
Sharping up the plight for its prime.
As an apostate of vice
On the face of the last dime,
Announcing to the world my departure
As a ci-devant scribe free of...

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Youth’s moulder
Jack-of-all-trades
Adviser
Good actor
Thinker, dancer and writer
Good motivator




February 20, 2022
(3/5/3/3/7/5)...

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Moulder Into Dust`

Life is made from memories
One tiny memory at a time
Scattered about like fallen leaves
In the woodlands of one’s mind

Tho’ gathered up and stored away
Put in all their proper places
Some become a bit worn and frayed
Like well used antique laces

The beauty of a leaf...

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