Long Slow as molasses Poems

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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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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THE OLD FART SONG
(sing to the tune of "Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys")

Verse one:

Old men ain't easy to love and they're harder to mold,
so train 'em when young, girls, don't...

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My left-brain dominant challenge
begs for a worldview
of unconditional warm regard

Which sometimes feels uncomfortably warm
through heated confrontations
confused about whose voice is rightfully speaking
respectfully with whom

And who is listening curiously
for
and with whom
to practice universal
uniting compassion,
employing warm organically-fed...

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and for our fifth anniversary, wood;
at that age love’s roots are hopeful, flexible,
damp: feeling fresh earth with fingers 
stretching and toes padding. A landscape found.

My memories are rings of bark in rotation,
aging and looping nostalgic...

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Superman’s Other Achilles’ Heel

By Elton Camp

Truth, justice and the American way
Superman pursued every single day

Bullets bounced right off his chest
Everything that he did was the best

A locomotive was weaker than he
Steel he bent with hands,...

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Golf Putter That Did Sputter 

Have naughty eight iron and a nine
That are starting to become benign;
My small balls were slow as molasses;
Did decide to take a couple of classes.

From whole, entire course soon got...

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Be A Better Putter

Was with naughty iron that is a nine,
Which some say has become benign,
That balls seemed slow as molasses;
Did need to take a few more classes.

From whole golf course would be cut;
Had played...

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Be A Better Putter 
Be A Better Putter

Was with naughty iron that is a nine,
Which some say has become benign;
Balls seem to be slow as molasses;
Do need to take many more classes.

From golf course she...

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If you think the right thoughts,
the love just
keeps growing,
big, full moon love,
that place where
it's all a balancing act,
perched on a tightrope,
the threshold of reality.
Imagine the lunar eclipse
a pathway
into the most beautiful forest,
where a winter wind...

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cleaning windows helps me to see
'course at present I too, need glasses
not just through, clearly, but metaphorically
yet without caffine I'm slow as molasses

but still I can get some insight outside
window's panes shine with spiritual gains
able...

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Penumbra reflections of darkness weigh cynical in my soul.
When crepuscular dreams creep through the twilight
I hear their sonorous songs sing their deceptive toll
like dysphonic bells, their desultory tones cry the devil's delight,
belying the calm of...

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It is true that daylight robs,
it pushes us into sights 
that we come to question;

such as the python that lay 
like a thick ship’s hawser
in the road, and would not 
move for my jeep.

In the...

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She's slow as molasses,
And really a pain.
Let her stay home forever!
We have nothing to gain.

Taking a walker down the 
stairs?
Is really something, we just
can no longer bear!

Worse is her hearing, deaf 
as a door nail!
She...

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