Short Moulded Poems
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Touch me reflection
let me feel the nothing
in your grotesque
moulded water undulates
shadows swims
the amber fades
something in the drifted lights
and beauty finds the shape
Your touch plugs me in,
Lights my body from within,
Fills my veins with liquid light
Till my dormant heart ignites
To be moulded like blown glass -
An urn to hold this cooling ash.
Who is in chase?
The earth is running in a raphid pace,
Like in Olympic race,
This earth is moulded of senses,
The sadness is the high sea,
For souls struggling to swim,
Songs are the life boats!
it's just a hole
A hole in the ground
Rough sided with stone
Deep enough
Long enough
Coarse clumped earth moulded expectantly round its edges
It's just a hole
A hole in the ground
In which we'll put my whole life.
Its double have I
Come upon.
Its meek-moulded one
For this hut.
Quietly resigned.
Low-lying.
Shakes, squirms not eying
World, ogrish.
With breast out, brutish
Does for peak
Rumbling, stormed o'er bleak
Always jut.
moi
Moulded bred crusty
Summers vino severed tie
Auld Stinking Bishop
Ma
Shiny new sunspot
Shadowed by Misses Meaner
Clouded spineless imp
Pa
Longhaired lout cuddles
Pints fizzing ale gently pours
Tears orphan abandoned
Form:
I dug out the
big pieces of
black soil of
my choice,
Crumbled them
in a tank,
removed the
humus and
pebbles;
Then the soil's
soaked and
kneaded 'to
paste I placed
On my wheel
and moulded
all 'ese various-
shaped
vessels!
PLASTIC BAG MEETS TERMINATOR
I give the illusion of strength and security
But I’m only plastic-moulded and mostly empty of all thought,
Full of hot air and entirely transparent:
And I’m afraid that I can’t act,
Said the bag to Arnie
Or said Arnie to the bag.
He was born young, I mean really young
His hair was curly, fluffy and beige
His skin, for milk and fire a bridge
His eyes, orbs of fiery passion
Favoured was he by Aphrodite and Adonis
He is he that is moulded by time and endless time of daydream.
Bite Size Poem no48
You drift off into the slumber, not so peaceful I may say,
You beg to differ, only that you are wishing,
Why not, I ask,
You fail to trust people with your meandering,
again I reason you?
And you serve me no retorts.
Well, that is how you were moulded, and your moulders too.
Form:
Stargazer, Hatchnet, Fangtooth
Fish sticks
Little acts of indiscrete gluttony
Mankind is special
Given a globe of elemental genius
Moulded
An uncivil pile of clay
Intended for the king’s plate
Made into a steel girdle
Creaking and cracking to hold his girth
© Samir Georges 2009
Slept and slumbered under the quinine stains we wept,
On a poignant bard’s weary nib we slept.
Yearned we to spill on to paper,
Him caged sore thoughts for later.
Weeping words we lay folded,
On table, heart moulded.
Sorrowed dirge lament,We repent,..................dissent
Our love remains until we decay
No departure in love we'll stay
The feeling we together obey
Moulded like a fine-soft clay
Our love grows day by day
Attention is what we pay
To God always I'll pray
So we don't go astray
This is what I say
You are the Bae
I love you hey.
Drencho POET Loads.
with my hand wrapped round your waist
oh I can't wait to have that walk with you
while they scream and wail about it
tell them I careless about class
You are my ladder
I will show you to the world
let me hold you like a glass;
for you moulded me into me.
like a drop of ice;
you cooled by heart.
She just sits and looks down
On others of lessen rank that are found
For she has a chip on her shoulder
Put there as she was moulded
Into what she had now become
But she did not know what had been done
For some carry the mantle true
And for others it could be a burden too.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Like the River Nile she flows with food and culture
With natural resources and unrefined treasure
Nurtured and moulded by noble ancestry
With such quality and beauty of the ebony
Her head remains lifted in unique royalty
Like Mount Kilimanjaro standing proud and tall
She remains unshaken, a home for all
Lava oozes from my skin
Or so it seems everything
Burning from within
Meltdown mind dissolve
Re-ingest concoctions I don’t
Dare now to evolve
I place my trust in a newer hand
Caring not that I'm engulfed
Moulded like smelted metal
A newer form is fashioned
And like the Phoenix ..................?
Form:
As when out, late walking
Blackness confronting
Face-moulded, mime whose response
Ugliness does bring.
Having pulled back in shock
Screamed, scaring a flock
That screwed up, so horrified
What in place does lock.
Instinctual! As both share
What is of it bare:
Whose appeal, would otherwise
The Divine declare.
I met an angel this day and he shown bright in
Words for sharp were this words like refinery' s
furnace He did speak for love is for all
for it is the hand that Moulded
the clay and breath in fire
the fire from the stream
Of wisdom untold
unheard to
men
love
for
love
is
God
1Joh 2:9-11
Thou are our pillar
Where from we draw
Strength.Thy hand was
strong once upon a time
But thy love was shadowed
Behind thy hand.For thy hand
Moulded us to what we are
Today.Thy love now radiates
Brightly covering all of us
Like sunshine.Compliments
Bestowed on us are a reflation
Of thy hand .Thanks for such
Strength and love.
A Moulded Destiny
To have our hearts woven as one,
To share our souls united together,
It bonds the fibres of our love,
To cast a mould to last forever,
To sing a melody that lingers on,
And embrace a passion like the scent of a rose,
It’s our faith in each other which join our hands,
We didn’t choose our destiny,
It chose us.
I am History!
Moulded of the Earth and the stars,
of the temporal silence of a tear,
as Jesus of Narareth,
Albert Einstein,
Martin Luther King, or
a dust particle in a ray of sunlight,
I threw off the shackles of inferiority.
In a moment of revelation, I knew
that breath is my sole defense
and totality is my joy.
~
Darkness' hush awaits songbird's melody
Stars yet twinkle in the arms of night's tree
Dew drops cover the earth; flowers' petals still folded
The world is at rest; to slumber all moulded
When, Hark! A crack in Heaven's firmament's espied
Dawn's herald has risen to brighten the sky
~ To ease us from slumber with Warmth from on High
THE HEART
A hardened heart is like a rock, heavy ladened with bitterness a pain,
A soft heart is malleable like clay,
This can be moulded into something beautiful,
I know which one I want,
The one which my Father God can use,
He is like a potter,
Who makes things of beauty,
My Father embellishes them each uniquely with his love and blessing!
Eighth wonder
The sea of her eyes is wavy
The eyeballs moving as sail boats
take me into a land of wonders
The nose between her eyes
Is chiseled as that of a temple beauty
The rosy lips aptly adore her lotus-face
Her neck is delicately moulded
By the divine hands of my Creator
Is she not the eighth wonder?
Sakthi Ravichandran