Molding
The cold happy day
reminds me of the old happy days
When we had to mold to be happy
even when we were fold but still happy
We never waited to be told to be happy
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Categories:
molding, africa, art, creation, happiness,
Form: Free verse
Molding Young Minds
A dozen or so things I'd teach my guys,
school children and grandchildren likewise.
When they are young kids, I would make it plain
they’re not to be blamed for a neighbor’s pain.
Simple: no biting, no pulling hair, no hitting,
no screaming, no pinching and no spitting.
Keep your hands to yourself, unless asked,
personal space should not be
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Categories:
molding, 11th grade, 1st grade,
Form: Rhyme
Knee Grow Love
Held to Her chest, silly noises and funny faces made you happy
Gripped in His hand, temper tantrums and meltdowns reared your independence
Your fatigue and fussiness paints with such an unconscionable art-ness
All the while We were growing yet teaching you affinity
Moon tide you yearned for Us, in your crib-beating, in the beautiful blackness
We adored you and
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Categories:
molding, black love, growing up,
Form: Rhyme
Molding Leaves
Molding Leaves
Suns golden rays
On awaiting ground
Denying summer heat
Dampens fragrant aroma
Of molding leave
Enticing it’s demure
Nothing to surpass
The dancing leaves
Falling to their fate
In in quite quest
Surrendering in repose
Letting all know.
The ensuing coming
Of winter travail
Obeying nature calling
The decaying leaves
Composing to earth
For its renewal.
Needs of enrichment
From fertile beginning.
In Casting what’s passed
Into
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Categories:
molding, autumn, dance,
Form: Narrative
Molding
alluring and daunting, I'm left all alone,
intriguing and frightening how my anxieties grown,
cutting all ties to relationships sewn,
my mind in a spiral and I'm falling on my own
and this is by choice, I choose to recluse,
padlocked my feelings so they'll never get loose,
hoping for a past, a future, a truce,
hoping to loosen the knot
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Categories:
molding, age,
Form: Rhyme
Molding Minds – Moving Mountains
To move mountains
We must mold minds.
We must mold the minds
Of people of all kinds.
Those of us who mold
Are those of us who teach.
The minds we mold
Are the minds we reach.
We try to mold someone
Every day.
We try to show
That knowledge is the way.
We must show that knowledge
Comes from a fountain that flows,
And that the man
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Categories:
molding, caregiving, education, family,
Form: Rhyme