Old cotton knee-Lenths
smell; an old book of poetry smell,
Unseen socks
between the matrass and the ground floor
of nowhere,
where discarded apparel through the ages,
molders unread.
Daily we wash the stains off
our words,
once in a while
we recover them from
a closeted library of mismatched leftovers,
mental Himelick Maneuvers,
unclog threads of meaning.
Recuse the becalmed.
where they wallow untouched
by time
and just as funky as summer armpits,
yet
all that bookish residue
is retrievable,
It can be made to walk upright,
as if it still had legs.
Categories:
molders, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I thereby pledged to leave alone
endeavors bound for ills, my own
to worship at your fleshly throne
and bow before your pleasures
their ends, quite at your leisures
oh all my prayers are met, replete
while fawning honors at your feet
ten hot-pink piggies, soft ‘n’ sweet
lined straight as little misses
kept clean for courtly kisses
I'm just a jester - scoundrel, true
one foolish fool for moonlite, blue
when daubed upon the husk of you
pearled garland for your bedding
to naughty knots, we're heading
yet while I worship yours, all-in
and fan our friction, skin-to-skin
you call another's name (with sin)
and perfect passion molders
so cleaving, as it smoulders ...
this fool's head ... from his shoulders.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, October 11, 2022
( photograph taken by Gregory R Barden )
Categories:
molders, betrayal, love hurts,
Form: Rhyme
Alone and hungry
left leg aches like a broken peg
in the mugginess of its left slipper.
Not a good day for fixing anything
but the sealed and over salted,
the quickly warmed and spooned
that can be mixed into a taste-less medley
with other sundry comestibles.
The pantry,
(a recessed place with shelf-space),
is a dimly lit store for long kept canned products,
a once carelessly gathered and undated harvest,,
a compulsive cartload
that should never have been bought
opened, and cooked
in any company but strictly my own.
In that larder molders a canned fodder;
here anemic asparagus stalks wrapped in tin
are jammed together with diced jalapenos,
or glossily illustrated kidney beans.
Tomato and noodle soups are haphazardly piled
atop of various loosely defined
stewed meat offerings, including canned Spam
naturally.
After the so-called cooking
(more a revealing of a much mushed-up
mixture of misnamed contents),
I sit down with the steaming plate
allowing the metallic aroma to entice
peckish yet suspicious taste buds.
Fed now with the quickly chewed-over
I’m both glad and grateful
that this ten minute feast
can be wolfed down in so much less time.
Categories:
molders, poetry,
Form: Free verse
We are who we are
From the time we are young
For we’re born with our own set of rules
And the people who think
They can mold us like clay
Are deluded, or else they are fools.
As the cautious or risk-takers
Follow their paths
They'll find joy in the roads that they choose
And the ones who encourage
Will share their delight
While the “molders” will certainly lose.
We can’t plan in advance
How we wish we could be
Or the ways that we might just excel
But we’ll learn as we grow
Just what makes our hearts soar
And hope others will notice as well.
Categories:
molders, people,
Form: Rhyme
An image once conjured was deemed unforgettable,
For an inexpiable deed was done once she painted,
Scrawls across the gnashed pages that need to be fed
Of impish creativity,
Of feigned grief,
Of radical breathings,
Of trodden misgivings,
Of mastered betrayal,
Of heavy injustice,
The mind coaxes the hand with such intensity, that
Quashed the tip of a quill, raven ink which seeped into
Clawed trenches onto the parchment as it molders,
An umbrage to those whom relinquished their dreams,
Into the flaming recesses at which dawn never break.
Categories:
molders, anger, betrayal, deep, desire,
Form: Dramatic Verse
still, motionless in your cage,
your lips ruby, your skin beige,
the breeze sings to your body so pale,
and lifts you up as into the sky you sail,
broken crayons still color and broken hearts love,
saw a million faces each day but you were a blessing from above,
people walk past with only regret to show,
but for you, angels fly and storms blow,
your body molders with every day,
the pallor burns on your coffin of hay,
captured the memories of the words you said,
and they now blossom in purple and red.
Categories:
molders, death, grief, heart, loss,
Form: Free verse
There was once a young girl,
Who wish upon the stars,
Looking so bright in the sky,
She dream and soar up high.
Opportunities knock in front of her,
She think, she decide, with a prayer,
Go on, walk alone and prove to everyone,
That no matter what, she will do her plan.
Roads are not as smooth as she goes,
But strong enough to dream and pursue,
Thinking of the wish she promise to herself,
And she asks God to give her more strength.
To be strong to face challenges in life,
And dedicate her wish to God above,
Now success is within her reach,
With her determination not to be rich,
But to help for those who are need.
A girl who once wish upon the stars,
Is now a woman of example and virtues ,
For she is the already the molders of the youth,
Wish granted and she is now contented,
For God is really good if you believe and have faith
9th Place Winner
Pd's "New Poem" Contest
That Young girl was.......me
9th Place Winner
For Nathan's "oOne of your Best" Contest
Categories:
molders, childhood, education, faith, hope,
Form: Free verse
Believe in Ghosts? No Way!
By Elton Camp
To refute belief in ghosts is why I’ve come
To do it without beating the religion drum
There are entirely practical reason as to why
I know folks don’t become ghosts if they die
Murder me and invisible but active I become?
Then I’d take vengeance and even add some
I would whack your head right off your shoulders
So that in your own grave your corpse molders.
No murderer would ever punishment escape
And the need for police and laws it’d reshape
Any vicious serial killer who is on the prowl
Of his very first victim would sure run afoul
A father who dies and leaves children behind
Could walk into just any bank and money find
His invisible ghost could walk through a wall
Go right inside the bank vault and take it all
Yet you never hear of any of this type stuff
To disprove the ghost idea it seems enough
So if you are ever tempted to believe a lie
A bit of common sense and logic please try
Categories:
molders, funny
Form: Verse
Sun sets swiftly for lack of fuss
Insidiously dark after dusk
As I retire in a shelled husk
In contemplation of my fate
Lift me up high upon your shoulders
Height that awakens the beholder
My battleground goes soft and molders
I'm reassured it's not too late
Categories:
molders, introspection
Form: Verse