Long Molasses Poems

These 2 different versions are separated by nine years

Part 1

MUST BE SPRING

Small speckles of wild grass 
Looking like tiny green drops 
That had fallen to the earth 
Were the very first sign 

Waving in the...

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It gradually turned chilly between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Although Frosty the Snowman rarely visited our part of Texas, his pal, Jack Frost, surely did.  He wafted his way through the drafty house, chased by...

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Newfoundlanders can row, you should see some of'em go,
when they puts a punt on a pond. 
But I don't like this mess, all this Race foolishness,
I'd never seen so much goings on.

If you wants to...

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“Barking Up the Wrong Tree” 

ghost gums
shed their bark 
the min-min 
makes good use of it
papyrus, soft enough to 
imprint and write
thoughts, like the 
ripening welts of 
green ants 
small bites sting
subcutaneous and 
meridional, 
terra...

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"Midnight to 3.33, Morning Kills"



He said, 
“Go to where the poets go
Love rolls wet and sways
Intensity wraps itself inside out
and somersaults its legs backward
to open a way
Out
It’s kind of burning hot 
like Summer burns 
bare...

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A rising sun burns like a solar flare
  from St....

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SUMMER

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It was one of the warmer summer days
Not a breeze or cloud in the sky
The humidity so high
I could almost reach out
And pluck it from the air

I watched the sunlight
Hitting the north side of my...

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The holiday season is upon us, and I delight in the memories of my childhood yuletides.  One such memory stands out quite clearly. Just before Thanksgiving, November’s blustery winds arrived, weaving frost spider webs...

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Our first awareness
      falling through time
      through blood-rain, pure white snow, green vegetation 
      down into deep earth
  ...

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“Fire burning in a hill
The lines are rocky rough
Red angels wait to pick remains
The cindered shoulder
Of confused men” 
(Peter Murphy)
 





"On the Cindered Shoulders of Confused Men"



Close your eyes it was all just a bad...

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"Dissolution"



I go to sleep a lot now, 
to escape reality. 
It is as if I am no longer here, 
but there in the other worlds. 
Some dreams are so real. 
Once was a life
where as...

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Today,
there are no rubber ducks
or mother's marigold skirts
to hide behind
as we once did.

In their place,
lurking dark and hoary,
a bathtub mist
updrafts thick with loose spores,
and mildew veins
sprawling
behind caulked-over creases.

The day,
shrinking away heavy with time,
as a body
sagging
into
water.

Even...

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Sometimes, life has no reason unlike the seasons
It aimlessly drifts with the wind
We find ourselves in places of unfamiliar faces
Bathing in the shadows of sin
Our souls become lost up in the holocaust
That once was a...

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Are you out of your goddamn mind?
What even is a TOS at this point anyway?
Copper meets gray matter in a stellar show!
Self-inflicted; this is what your ticket paid for!

Here's your endless stream of consciousness
Concisely squished...

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A Wandering Boy with a Song in His Pocket (Part I)
Arabic Poem by: Salman Dawood Mohammed 
Translated into English by: 
Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
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A blaze
Sticking out
Its tongue 
At firefighters
That’s what love is!
***

(2)
Do you remember my soul,
When...

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Jimmy sits restlessly on a cane bottom chair at the kitchen table
   In grandma’s kitchen smelling the fresh sweet aroma of her cooking and baking
        ...

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"Black Molasses"



Black Molasses 
holds to ransom 
footprints 
sucked into 
Tropic of Capricorn mud
as bushfires bleed
sugar from cane
like molten glucose 
shot into the veins
of Mother Earth gone all
libertine sour 
like Lemon Grass
crushed and burnt 
acrid smoke...

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I don’t run with the mob ... 
the mosh-pit, gossip crowd
End of message     Stop!
Just wanna hip you to this fact,
right off the top

I’m a clean living woman,
the mop-and-pail type gal

I know...

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because it  burns  you
you don't like the sun
and the shadow doesn't buy a story,
It knows its edges and the milky ways,
attached to a leaf tail
chlorophyll counts its rays,
sucks energy from its light,
- we...

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One person, you think may equal one mind 
but in each personality, there is much more to find.
Homo sapiens and the animal kingdom are separated in ways, 
but are connected secretly, in each soul there...

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   An anti-resolvent-fume-
of-infest-chokes-out-integral-yield of humanity. 
Thick as molasses, blackstrap morass of emnity.

Blight is apathy, and apathy is blight. 
A Void, a claim farming the abyss. 
Marketing it's lie, on sale. 
Though it has...

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I wanna tell you a story about a little girl
A beautiful sweet little girl
who enjoys living in her 
own world of recluse 
hopscotching to the beat of 
her own drum
She's a dreamer and boy let...

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Thy arms are opened
                               ...

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Not that folks out there are keeping score--
But I envision myself as something... more

However, the main obstacle getting in my way
Is predicting what could go wrong every day

Particularly because I tend to be strait-laced
No place...

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She was lean, she was mean, a fighting machine.
Sixteen brothers had toughened her up.
She was secret woman, our little Arlene.
Raised on cold kerosene from a cup.
 
Our mother had passed when Arlene came into the...

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