I emerge from echoes, from a dungeon so deep,
To erase the ink of inner turmoil you keep.
Thy mollycoddled soul, relegated to bits,
Here's tulsi for the bruises where life's pain sits.
I'm the crucible's fire, shaping an alchemist’s design,
An emotional release, making every space divine.
Birth, with stars in her eyes, exploding with mirth.
Mollycoddled, swaddled, passed off by nurses.
Aperture opens, closes - checking out earth.
The peacock calligrapher inks fair verses.
Not bad for a Penny - they sold a circ worth.
The switchboard oohs and ahhs as she converses.
Under the sagacious skies, each phonation
Recorded in babbles with their duration.
9/24/2022
Matt’s moody mother mollycoddled him.
His toenails had a daily trim.
He sneaked out to date.
His girlfriend was great.
They fell in love which made mommy grim.
Matt pleaded with her to change her mind.
I love her he said. She is the marrying kind.
Forty-two is too young!
His mother said, Son!
He was a baby in his mommy’s mind.
Her parents mollycoddled Kate in every kind of way.
Her life was so good at home, she decided to stay.
She kept their rules and cleaned their amazing house.
Her days were spent playing with a friendly pet mouse.
Kate never learned to read or write or make a friend.
At eighty she might be set in her ways, not willing to bend.
Her parents mollycoddled Kate all the way to their graves.
She once gave a black eye to my Great Uncles Daves.
She looks lonely as a deserted off beat untraveled country mile.
She has been alone now for at least a decade, it’s been a while.
Sometimes I run out there to try and make old Kate smile.
Why do you even bother ask my uncles? For them she’s been a trial.
betroth yourselves
to old houses of Charlottenburg
let yourselves be mollycoddled
by the petrified rain king
buy yourselves a shiny armour
of a former seraphim
call yourselves bourgeois,
dear ambassadors of art
prosy playwriters
live futile lives
full of futile effort
we are the revenants of heedlessness
the masses of plastic limpidness
and cubists that paint no more
like vortex and vertigo
we're abstract in a colour gamut
but I only like to whisper
among the lilies of rusty minefields
replacing the city with simplicity
It was pouring cats and dogs
Fully drenched I returning from the piano class
Suddenly saw I, gathered a group of tiny tots
Busy making and floating paper boats
Sat down with them
And danced, sang, sailed the blue boats
In ecstasy I realised that had
Happily embraced my inner child
When emotions ran footloose and wild
Down with a sore throat, influenza, pneumonia
Yet awaiting another shower
To join the kids in their mollycoddled gaiety and gala.
Wanted to touch the fluffy white clouds
But realised it is unattainable.
Wanted to fly, but was bounded.
Mollycoddled in fantasies and fairy-tailed world
Went to delve them out
Found them only fallacies.
We're moving in islands
Thus dwindling in realities and white-lies
What's hidden behind the smiles
Tragedies, predicament, dilemma, tears
Might change tomorrow:
No consistent facts........
Everything revolving in 'ifs, buts, exceptions'-
'Even-thoughs'
Life's like an ice-cream
Steady yet soon melts
Exists, but gobbledygook existence
In the intransigent seasons.
Tiny tots
No thoughts
Uniformed, Bagged, Tiffinboxed, Waterbottled
In microcosm mollycoddled.
Childish, pettifoggy, peremptory
Yet sent out to be a small soldier in
The gargantuan, outer world
Squeezed as if chickens in a van
Tearful eyes, woolly babble, scream
Picked up from homes, left to schools
Regularly he ferries them deligently
Father of the child
Unknown love bond
Whose father?
Whose child?
Yet benevolent
In the coming and the going
yearning,
Priceless, guided duty
Leads the path, nameless somebody.
Drenched in a torrent of unequalled censure
I vow to never again undertake this venture
Alas my woes are never over I fear
So feebly untimely my arrival of tears
Adieu I bid to this mollycoddled life
Although humour it seems so full of strife
To get and beget are choices I made
Now to lie in this grave for myself I have laid
Stretching for as far as the eye can see
I transgress yet again to this person I call me
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