Short Molder Poems
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Smile at a scolder, pat a heart on the shoulder, another day's boulder to molder, set it to smolder, Here we are, just another day older.
Blackened Crow circle
frightened hardly
-plucking nightly
the fruits of her harvest
pitchforked hollow eyes watch
behind the disguise
of a red worn bandana
impaled
and left to molder
Unconditional,freely given
all consuming love form Heaven.
From the Father, the Creator,
from the Potter, Molder, Maker.
Loves His vessels.His creations
sent His Son to all the nations.
Sent Him as a sacrifice
to offer men eternal life.
Sincere, solemn, serene
Stitches web silky shine
Stumbling blocks several
Struggles endured awful
Strong, splendid empire spun
Seats itself sole sovereign
Self-molder of own soul…?
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Tree befallen...
Moss crept, covered green
Bow thyself down
Onto ache of knotted knee
Ashen Oak...
Ageless elder, time's casualty
May you molder
Swift into winter's drifting sleep
Sacrificial timber...
In decay, another's sanctuary
Are thee eternal, yet alive
In a peace of nature's dream
Lost
in the
soft mist of
a Setember
dawn
Rain
dropped leaves
spotted gold
molder in the
dew
A
final
hurrah in
our rosebed as
the
last
Autumn
colours are
lost in winter
snow
So
slowly
little flakes
become larger
flakes-
all
around
the silence
of an empty
house.
I like my weather colder;
hot weather really sucks.
All things tend to molder,
when weather is in flux.
Hot weather makes me nauseous
and I get dizzy, too.
If I don’t have AC,
I don’t know what to do.
You can always put clothes on,
when temperature drops,
but when you take them off,
there exist certain stops.
Molder of mega minds
Tracker of tiny time
I write mountaintops
To read the bottom line
Storm catacomb castles
Swarm like Hollywood hustle
Transform fat into mighty muscle
Warm and happy
With an afternoon apple
Fruit salad ballads
Round about rapids
Cool off in a bath of acid
Knock the voices out of my head
Using a rubber mallet
This is my testimony
You tell me I am yours
Who I am?
You know a numbers of hairs on my head
I am yours my name yet I profess not you
Who I am?
I am yours you created me yet I choose not to acknowledge you
I am your breath to breath as I am informative life You are my breath
In my fondness in within my regrets I regret that
I have flourished you are my Gardener my molder creator and I am sorry
Who am I?
The sinner saved by grace by Jesus