Short Mildew Poems

In monotone,voices of golems wail,
On chamber walls mildew spreads.
Gray's now, its mural shade....

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Retrograde- Sky Demon-
As the liquor protrudes fresh
In my capsule cabriolet
Near the mildew of my flesh....

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• I open the fridge and what do I see?
• A jar full of mildew waiting for me
• Out of the jar and into the sink
• For one, the jar has mildew and smells really stink
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In starless night to-
think of you, watching the
moon dying away.

Downy mildew on lips,
like the secret killing
without a sword.

Libidinous
encounter with a spark
for honey-bee. 


Satish Verma...

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the bones of this love
have been resurrected

green are they
but only of mold and mildew

leave my bones in the earth she said

seek the mallow marrow
reach for the softly beating passion
that opens closed buds

find me there...

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BOOK WITHDRAWAL

Mildew wafting from a single page,
in a cardboard box filled with library books.
I decide which ones to stage,
seek crannies and nooks,
but first I find the stinker and dispel dirty looks.

7/25/2017
Quintain (English)...

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Can you taste the decay on my tongue?
Can you see the rotting of my soul on my face?
Can you smell the cologne, mildew in homes long abandoned?
Can you hear the walls I’ve built creaking against the wind?
…
 So, how can you touch me so easily?

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Powdery mildew,
had dried,
time had flowed,
nobody had cleaned,
letting the fungus grow,
eyes were straight,
all over looked,
never an eyebrow was raised,
otherwise fungus,
would not have found,
the wet ground to grow,
not to talk about drying,
and letting dried powder,
stow....

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A downy mildew.
I will undress
the leaves.

Leaving the truth 
at your door,
trespassing the moon.

When a house 
was felled, why were 
you collecting the blueberries ?

Now, a brown poem 
will write your name 
on the guillotine.

An ocean apart 
a voice booms 
a shame for an empire.


Satish Verma...

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Coal tar zombie mouth leaks town gas syrup 
Meat hook telegraphy indicator cameras hypnagogic 
Liverwurst elegy beneath the frosting 
Cinderblock reverie churns with mildew

Manus? Grilled cheese sandwich.

Cantonal enchantress, covered blossoms. 
Necropolis euthanized, springtime salad.
Rhinestone rookery smothers loquat...

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This house of things, with all the people gone.
A mother’s tea set and a daughter’s shoe.
Out front the crabgrass wrestles with a lawn.
This house of things with all the people gone
imagines mildew, dust against the dawn.
See how mold and dryrot whisper to undo
this house of things with all the people gone.
A mother’s tea set and a daughter’s shoe....

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A handful of trinkets all that remains of the life you lived. Everything you touched 
cherished and did lost forever to mildew and decay. Just a tiny fragment of yesterday 
they are all locked away in a back ward dungeon. Sitting here realizing the legacy you 
left behind is nothing more than ashes, dust and a memory in my mind. The legacy you 
left behind....

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The flower blooming in the sky
Its the flower of hope

It carries raindrops and mildew of rhymes
In its ever broadening scope

The flower blooming in the sky
Its the flower of hope

It blooms into wonderful times
Just like a vision that a floats

The flower blooming in the sky
Its the flower of hope

It seldom withers into the night
But today is undoubtably mine!...

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Never a home away from home,
The couch smelled of mildew,
The fabric was ripped and torn,
Wallpaper peeled from the walls,
Revealing horrible graffiti underneath,
Dark broken crystals hung from the drapes,
The place was a mess,
Not sanitary and far from clean,
The odor was rancid,
And
The ceilings tarnished yellow from the smoke,
The smoke was from the burning of all the saints....

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And In THE TRUNK OF MY ole' hoopty CAR- -

What's in the trunk of my ole' hoopty car
an out date scissor jack
rusted up 4 way lug-wench
flatten spare tire
box of dirty oily shop towels
a broken flare
mildew soggy trunk deck rug
a can of spray Lysol
Oh! yeah all them parking tickets from my windshield

LIST POEM Form

9/28/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019...

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Bluebells curtsy mildew pasture
Vibrant, submissive, indigo chimes
Blooms convene, witnessing daybreak
Vain, boastful, early spring unveils,
English bulbs amidst sweet woodland scent

Floral rivers flourishing below
The matured red stags weary hooves,
Strength, stamina, amongst delicate, petite
Burnt auburn fur, greets azure petal streams -
Beneath April's succulent trees ...

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Taken away, my beloved beast
The wind still whistles the song in the trees
Cast out, non-existant. I'm melting away
No luck to see the sunrise of a new day
My angel gone, wings are torn
Flash backs of days before I was born
Musty mildew walls are seeping
Throught the darkness shadows creeping
Still fight left, no travesty
My consciousness consuming me
No memory here, I stand alone
The peace thats now become my home...

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Under the canopy of the dark forest
mist swirls winding around the trees
impairing vision as it clutches all in sight
it moves hauntingly as it winds and clings
creating eerie shadows as it creeps
reflecting lights shade it bends and twists
a musty mildew aroma wafts
footprints no longer mark the path
directions become unknown
lost in a sea of white vapor
we await for it to dissipate
solitude in the mist.

04/02/17...

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Silent waves crash against a dull grey beach,
Where life, and death both feel just out reach

And endless plain of plain white light,
that only ceases during the moonless night

Despite my efforts to end the dark,
I can conjure up nothing,
not even a spark

The scent, lavender, and mildew
Coloured dark black with a bright white hue

Though defined they seem practically the same
Living on the edge and the borderline are two whole different games...

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Meandering digression as you ran to your man cave.
Full of contempt, with no one to save.
Learning to differentiate your burdensome emotional baggage.
While I sit by the stove top cooking some cabbage.
A tattered room full of mold and mildew.
No perfume, to dignify your smell.
Of bellowing hate while your false dignitary acted like a tall tale.
As, I stood all alone opening the mail.
Development detachment of devoid 
While I played my loud music to drown out the  noise....

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Do not let any gossip get on you!

Do not chew gossip pieces like a cashew

or cause your true mood to lift or subdue!

Please do not pursue a friendly gossip review
from others who cannot add or subtract one clue
to avoid a stressed fight or flight gossip miscue.

Gossip trash is someone's self-dramatic mildew -
their dollops of traumatic vomit, toxic stew.
Rise above all false and farce words construe
for such slurs are source glued, not screwed to you!
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