Short Moulding Poems
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subconscious obsessions
sexual repressions
melting sun lea-
ning on time
exploding watches
organic contour
of a dreaming
virgin
merging and moulding
we are spinning and
orbiting unaware
Form:
Does it really have to rhyme?
I'm not entirely sure
It simply takes me so much Thyme
Like it's a herbal cure
Perhaps it is to make you laugh
Is merely what is kneeded
Like dough and other moulding stuff
No creativity impeded
A man and child; this one moment
Does he through it wend.
Spoiled of whose charms, in abundance
A fabulous realm dot.
Castle and church. Misted, moulding.
Shrouded too in legend.
And what evokes, more proudly odd
Each fairy tree and grot.
The smell of joy
Filled the atmosphere
Painting the maidens
With “Uli” designs
Footsteps of music
Traverse the square
Moulding youthfulness
Into ecstatic gods
Waters, dancers of death
Flood the arena
Carting enroute
All to the earth’s bosom
Ezenwuba, Uche
Your warped song and dance play to my soul
twisting and turning me inside out
melting and moulding my depths
creating, shaping, chiselling away to new form
until no longer do I recognise
the one whom it is looks back through the mirror
a reflection of self
Mundane matters motley
Muddy minds mostly
Melding, moulding, miring
Mindlessly meandering
Meek moribund musing
Mindfulness missing
Mystics mentalism mimic
Marring meditation’s magic
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In the midst of strife
I smile moulding my life
Smile, in a pool of blood
Smile, deep in a flood
Pain and stress to hide
Pain growing very wide
But still keeping faith
Believing in sublime fate
I mind not the difficulties
I value all the opportunities
As I battle without fear
Despite my daily tear.
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Trying to enthuse
Children can be abuse.
Let them plug at what they desire,
Don't plan for them what you think they aspire.
Leave them develop at their own free will,
Don't push them up that slippery hill,
If they fall and cry it's only our fault,
Believing that we need not halt,
Moulding them to what WE want them to be,
Life shows us all it’s up to their own destiny.
Its like unfolding
The mystery that lies ahead
Its like unwrapping
The surprise that is revealed
Must I explore this feeling
Sweetness becomes originality
Warmness becomes keepers
Sadness becomes joyfulness
Wishes becomes reality
Happiness becomes everlasting
Its like moulding
The freedom it brings
Its like anointing
The blessing it will receives
Lastly but surely it will
Life has a funny way of playing out
We pray to get grown
We get grown in pray to be a kid again
Life has a mysterious way of moulding us
We pray to fall in love
Then, we pray for healing after a heartbreak
Life has a way to test our faith
When times get hard
When illness kicks in
Life has a beautiful way of giving us blessings
Like giving us our first child
Getting married to our soulmate
To the shy hamlet vivid are the hardships of last year,
How the brazen river had surged in—ravishing, moulding,
Branding beyond repair. And yet, when the summer air hums
In the hush before rain, once again, on the crumbling fields
Rancid memories give way to emerald reveries.
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Date: 24 / 11 / 2016
It’s a sunny day, it’s another day.
It’s a picnic day, it’s a hopping day.
It’s a play day, it’s a friendly day.
It’s a laughing day, it’s a climbing day.
It’s an sliding day, it’s a swaying day.
It’s a Sunday, it’s another day.
It’s a beachy day, it’s a sandy day.
It’s a swimming day, it’s a basking day.
It’s a moulding day, it’s a running day.
It’s an ice-cream day, its a warm day.
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Ingredients do matter
Stuck in first trouble
Boiling some flavors
Pudding missed in sweet manner
Moulding successfully failed
Yet we feel give up
Deserve for a second chance
Re-mould done! Relieved...
Sit tight in a fridge
Naughty pudding had a plan
Mission to seduce
Tempted by its look
My husband eat for a slice
Mother-in-law scold
Naughty pudding finally win in its mission, well, one pudding unsold :p
It is near end of April
looking out on the fells
around the Lakeland countryside
the beauty fills one with yells
The tips of the hills
are clearly coloured white
amazing to see this
as our eyes shows this sight
For this is indeed
wonderful to behold
not to be expected
in this scene so cold
But spring will surely come
to burst through this landscape
bringing in light and colour
powerfully moulding it's shape
poetgord@2013
Sometimes life can be as if
you are living in a dream
everything going smoothly
life is just so very good
Your days are filled with joy
happiness seems a given
your family and friends
are all gathered round
Yet here come the clouds
every day reality intrudes
small and large disasters
begin striking taking toll
Back down to earth we come
learning to take good and bad
moulding them best as can be
not perfect as life seldom is
How fascinating and striking.
How deep and burrowing.
How inspiring and imaginative.
How insightful and thoughtful.
How constructive and moulding.
How explanatory and crytal clear.
How indulging and exploring.
How communicative and relating.
How unique and standard.
How verbal and interactive.
The intellectual developmental
approach for every being.
Beings who best integrate in the world.
How great the Singapore Math is.
As if floating thru a powdered sugar mist,
Luna's sweet vibration,a confectioners kiss.....
moulding exquisite layers of soma's bliss,
remiss nought experience which reminisce....
Far away dreams lit upon starlight waves,
only to be realized within life stream raves
desire of the beauty in which it gave,
moments which engender,then tenderly enslave.....
Lost temporarily enchanted by it's spell,
full moon swoons as it rises and swells......
Parent
Teaching, caring, moulding,
Child rearing responsibilities.
Commencing at birth,
No expiration date.
Occupation of utmost importance,
Reaps what you sew.
Compensation minimal,
Blood, sweat and tears.
An influencing role model,
Nurturing, compassionate, loving.
Encourages potential and direction,
Protects from harm's way.
Proud, dependable, consistent,
Never abandoning.
Every child has a parent,
Is every parent a mom or dad?
My sorrow, when she's not here with me,
These dark days of winter rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loved to walk, the withered path
Along the sodden pasture lane.
Her pleasure will not let me stray
She talks and I am away with the mist:
She scares the birds away,
I'm glad her simple ways worsted gray
A silver light glisten now.
Yesterday I learnt to know
The love of bare December days.
She thinks I have no eyes to see
As she's moulding out there.
My sorrow, when she's not here with me,
These dark days of winter rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loved to walk, the withered path
Along the sodden pasture lane.
Her Pleasure will not let me stray.
She talks and I am away with the mist;
She scares the birds away,
I'm glad her simple ways worsted gray
A silver light glisten now.
Yesterday I learnt to know,
The love of bare December days
She thinks I have no eyes to see
As she's moulding out there.
The night inside me,
Anticipating heaven's light,
The gloom in my chamber,
Awaiting the sun's rise.
Treasured are the halcyon days,
Gone in a way cloaked by time,
Memorable are the bouquet days,
Shrivelled by the dark hands of time.
Struggling and creating,
All go on the dismal way,
Sculpting and moulding,
The materials are obstinate.
Twilight holds sway,
Dawn is in a deep sleep,
I'm on a journey to glory land,
Even though it’s across the seas.
June 29, 2023.
It has been a revolution of revelations
Full of whispers
It has been a analysis of analytical
Full of wonders
Wait a minute, wait a minute
The plot thickens
Who could that be
As the sun moves up
In the sky
The universe has opened
Its chambers
As the moon lights up
The darkness
Everybody would know
It has been a moulding of a mystery
Full of amusements
It has been a phrase of perfection
Full of grooming
Wait a second, wait a second
The story just began
Its the name