Long Molehills Poems

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: It's Me and Me First" 

(To mesmerise people He needed...

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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 weather.
Easter was upon us, as they worked out in 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 a world where decay is dominant,
Arctic tundra is melting, and...

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The dichotomy prayer
I'm free, my will
So stagnant this standstill  
designed by He 
Of metaphors and mystery 
My mountains of molehills
no carrots yet im gold
So it's said , "only one you".
Talent unused -a crime 
Oil...

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There you go,
back, far back into the woods once more.
I wish you knew the names of all these tree.
They are distant aunts, and old soldiers,
warriors of coincidental conflicts.
Blood soaked relations of relative ghosts
seen now only...

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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 
chance 
to 
witness
greek 
mythology 
like 
creatures 
for 
real
since 
dreamland's 
a...

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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 cares about me at all
I think you get a kick...

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A woman I know,
was once part of the ongoing show.
Got sick and lost her mind.
Without it once giving,
 now less than kind.
Can't help it, out of her control,
she now makes mountains out of molehills.
 Can't...

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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 I was unassuming, hiding inside dark doorways, I would be...

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SENRYU MICRO ANTHOLOGY

the magical sky
solar powered... atmosphere
belies pollution

four seasons... fickled
nature begging... don't pollute...
provokes extinctions

our earth... self-seeded
conjecture... fact... or fiction...
nature holds the key...

beautiful all life...
yet we are self-destructing...
too late to debate...

cloud cuckoo land... dreams
introduced then ratified
by...

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as we sit still, befriending deep silence
melding with the void, surrendering will
presence forges with love, an alliance 
divine magnetic currents, bliss instils

when earth life shapes us, upon the anvil
our mind body encounters turbulence
yet cave of...

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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 she's in to the gills.

Only flirting with danger fulfills
her addiction...

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Turning molehills to mountains
is what I do best
So why take it easy
when I could be stressed?

At overreacting
I'm quite an old hand
And I surely do hope
nothing goes off as planned

Small bumps in the road
can certainly grow
And...

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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 to blame!"

Past mistakes that hover now
Where pride as tough as...

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The years have not mildewed
for my moss is deep and soft,
it is a fine as baby hair
as thick as an uncut meadow.

Somewhere there are lands I have plowed
over and over,
beneath which are the fragments
of chalky...

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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 teacher guides

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Playground escapades
Childhood restored;
For a short while

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Savvy social media hype
Mountains...

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Oh painful pain lingering
throbbing unjoyously
flaunt that false grin again
bring me terror of the unstable mind
where rabid horses trample garden gates
where pampered vines bleed broth and sap
no food no flavors just herbal failures 
not yet extracted...

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she's gasping for
the lifelong turmoil
under the spotlights
and cobwebs
into the cavity
into the forlorn mill
by marshy meadows
a passer-by mumbles
and kids play hopscotch
meanwhile in cold blood
she has been cynical
and started a hunger strike
when the kids kicked all the...

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Rum and twenty dollar bills, 
three parts giddy a quarter numb; 
Innate desire each one fulfills; 

Dazed rabbit diving down molehills
not at all curious about the outcome,  
rum and twenty dollar bills; 

Relishing everything...

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Imported beer and fingernails 
inflame my lyric flare, 
spark my anxious urge 
to create something quotable, 
splurge into visions of sugarplums, 
flights of pure fancy, 'til I have a 
poem distilled in my brain. 

The...

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When did we stray, I mean somewhere we came off course.
Every time we argue we're abusing that dead horse.

You say I'm acting crazy maybe I am a bit deranged,
but given everything that I took on,...

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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 I have a 
poem distilled in my brain.

The struggle to...

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Domestic beer and cigarettes 
inflame my lyric flare,  
spark my anxious urge
to create something readable,
splurge into visions of sugarplums,
flights of pure fancy, till I have a 
poem distilled in my brain.

The struggle to articulate...

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Domestic beer and cigarettes 
inflame my lyric flare,  
spark my anxious urge
to create something readable,
splurge into visions of sugarplums,
flights of pure fancy, till I have a 
poem distilled in my brain.

The struggle to articulate...

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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 I have a 
poem distilled in my brain.

The struggle to...

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