Long Molehill Poems

detangling figurative philosophical,
     (i.e. ineffable) thread tightly bound
most likely requires a greater capacity
     (than mine) to expound,
considerably superior than
this feeble intellectual attempt,
     nonetheless...

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The whole world is in panic
The whole world is in fear!
They don’t know what the truth is 
But they are zapped with what they hear 

A virus has attacked us! 
It is going to wipe...

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I can only imagine how n'ice e-z floe...

Tubby in the calving throes
breaking free and clear 
shepherding, milking, and honing 
rambunctious as bovine bris
versus being stymied courtesy 
cow - wordly bull aiming writer's block
for drought of...

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Our burdens are lifted—it’s spring break, after all.

Though ocean breezes, surf sounds, the smell of sunblock,
fresh tans and bottomless margaritas at the beach can be healing,
we decided to vacation on campus and find joy in...

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Why worry...?

Within the same breath
yukon catastrophize and
make mountain range
out of molehill mental material
impossible to scale
even with best Sherpa as guide.

Take advice from expert
what if...worse case scenario
time and again no fiasco
never makes cerebral showdown

most horrendous debacle
defies...

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A life of wealth and poverty have I lived, 
When it would rain, it would pour
Heartily onto my canvas of white, 
Smothering colors onto my palette. 
Like an epiphany, I had a dream!
That I am...

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I made a wish upon a star and really got burned
I made a wish upon a star and left Madonna breathless
I hitched my wagon to a star but forgot my spacesuit
The stars in my eyes...

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"
     " 7g mic"


Brown dirt on my head now
Soul done left this earth now


I guess I'm blessed and I don't deserve to be walking around its just a circus here
Well I...

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The face in the mirror 
Looks back at me
It’s not a face 
I’m happy to see
It’s withered and aged 
Like a wrinkled old prune
My expiry date’s past
God, please let me die soon

My bones they do...

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Listen now
Your heart speaks
Soft whispers


Listen here
Your heart knows
Calm hints


A silence fills
Laughter and tears
Punctuate movement


A silence flows
Notice the gap
In between noise


The mind chatters
Unceasingly
Noise feels empty


The mind splinters
Mountain from molehill
Noise feeds ego


The soul sings
Music and magic
Rapture thrills


The...

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It could be worse
my problems are hardly there
she has it worse 
her parents are divorced
and no one will talk to her
he is slowly losing his hair
thinner by the day
maybe he will live through the month...

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I live to love you my 'Love'
I breathe to keep you alive,
I smile to see you ebullient,
I talk to keep you thrive.

Hence I see you drowning to death,
The worries have become thy controller,
You are levitating...

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I can still recall the past,
replete with wounded memories;
questions and issues spilled over
and beyond those bounds which made me down.

They may be deep in reality
but, they taught me how to be strong and faithful.
for they’re...

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as i began to understand Virginia Woolf
her voice from a room of her own
i realized i was upon a mountain
she had exposed the molehill it was
the dirt soon revealed a tunnel
entering it opened a new...

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*Image of God Smiles by Pixabay.

The Table is Yours

I glide between spoons filled with surprises,
determined to make the best of my fill,
in this manner, I think claiming prizes.

So slight I take, before greed rob sizes,
breeds...

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Mean is meaningless, 
has not 
it’s meaning here, I 
proclaim  
without which he will 
die and rot
lest it my cruel beast
shall tame

forked tongue speaks only
violence
doomed fate  by kind word or
 belief
extinguish and stake...

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I sit and watch
Contentment seizes --
Magic happens


Pathways within
An unseen mind --
Manipulates madness


Logic questions sense
Molehill reservations --
Rapture says nothing


Re-discover pulse
In tired ways --
Let zest escalate


Time comes and goes
Breezy as the zephyr --
Cool tonic water


Opinions stacked
Feedback confronted...

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Magnificent marauders masquerading magically might mean 
Messy mollusks masticate marbled marigolds momentarily. 
Maybe. 
Moreover, momentous mosquitoes might make marvelous mini-muffins mixing marmalade momentarily. 
Meanwhile 
Minnie made monthly memories merely medicating masses 
Mediocre men mysteriously manufactured...

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Identity crisis
1 word has tit in it
Overall it does make you feel like a tit
Att the decisions
Who are you

Identity crisis
No matter how I spell it or shout it or whisper it or talk to someone...

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I let it slip away like a fistful of sand
I let my life slip away!

I sit at a crossroads
counting cars whizzing by,
I lie underneath a tree
counting bees buzzing
in and out of a beehive,
I sit by...

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Listen now
Your heart speaks
Soft whispers

Listen here
Your heart knows
Calm hints


A silence fills
Laughter and tears
Punctuate movement


A silence flows
Notice the gap
In between noise


The mind chatters
Unceasingly
Noise feels empty


The mind splinters
Mountain from molehill
Noise feeds ego


The soul sings
Music and magic
Rapture thrills


The...

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Depends on what shirt I've been wearing
The colour, the texture and pile
I may get a mountain or molehill
I know either way it smells vile
My navel resembles a cauldron
A mixture of cottons and fluff
And each time...

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Busty shaped and large of hip
the busy winds of October
buffet my brain
within its whistling cave.

Around the shoulders
of every lumpy molehill
taverns and tankards
bloom in a russet corner of light.

September leaves
leave, shaking their brittle cuffs
and frills,
they fly...

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Used to fear the dentist
   and most things electronic
The mere thought of eyedrops
   produced pleading and histrionics

Trying new things or making a speech
   standing before a class with nothing...

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Depends on what shirt I've been wearing
The colour, the texture and pile
I may get a mountain or molehill
I know either way it smells vile
My navel resembles a cauldron
A mixture of cottons and fluff
And each time...

Read More