The way you look away at the moment your heart
creaks open, ever so slightly, the brass door chain
remains chained, a peek of light and then darkness.
There's a poem for that.
The way you immediately fall asleep without returning
the... – by TG Molitor | 289 Views added 1 year ago
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I can still feel your slashing notations that nearly
murdered my love affair with words, knifing
run-on sentences, strangling dangling modifiers,
eviscerating verbs not in agreement with their subjects.
Lost are the faces but not the... – by Thomas Molitor | 379 Views added 1 year ago
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- after The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner,
Randall Jarrell, 1945
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He is thirty-below at thirty-thousand feet
above the sepulchral sea just minutes
from the Brittany coast, hour from Augsburg,
... – by Thomas Molitor | 66 Views added 1 year ago
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no
stoplights,
green lights,
rest
areas,
or U-Turns,
just one
onramp
and one
offramp.
That's it.
Enjoy
the ride.... – by Thomas Molitor | 48 Views added 29 days ago
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mom different dads
they each added
half and half
to their coffee
about half
the time.
the glass is
half full
for her
and half empty
for the other.
they are
both
headstrong
but will
meet someone
half way.
... – by Thomas Molitor | 41 Views added 3 months ago
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The feeder
hangs full.
Not even
the birds
come for
seeds
anymore.
The phone
rings only
when someone
on the other
end is selling
something.
The newspaper
hasn't hit
the front
door step
for years,
nor has a
... – by Thomas Molitor | 53 Views added 5 months ago
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cottonwood
trees release
fluffy white seeds
in the breeze,
floating high
in the sky,
like a
flock of moons.
the sun descends
softly upon the
forested shoulders
of the
Sandia Mountains,
alighting its
way down
her craggy... – by t. g. molitor | 57 Views added 7 months ago
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Last breath
I was there,
a slight breeze
of disease
in the air.
First breath
you were there,
a smile of
joy for your
baby boy.
It takes such
a long time to
grow up,
and such a
short time
to grow old
doesn't... – by Thomas Molitor | 46 Views added 8 months ago
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Meeting
you now
for the
first time
is like
driving
around a sharp
alpine road
and suddenly
coming upon
a majestic
mountain range.
Your hair
says sunny
Sundays,
strolling past
thick, and streaky
strands
of... – by Thomas Molitor | 66 Views added 9 months ago
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visitors /
stole your head /
but not your heart /
takers not makers /
grave robbers / nitrate poppers /
decoration and desecration /
black roses / narcissistic poses /
Tarot cards / votive shards /
Gitanes butts / pigeon... – by Thomas Molitor | 43 Views added 11 months ago
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Just two beats
down the street
the Pied Piper of
North Beach
sells
obscenity
serenity
identity
amenity
immunity
community
and postcards at City Lights
a watering hole for
literary elephants
thirsty for verse
as... – by Thomas Molitor | 51 Views added 1 year ago
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Two plants, one species apart,
Sativa and Indica, share each other's heart.
One brings energy and the other calm,
In the Tango Cannabis, a sacred dancing psalm.
Sativa, the tall one, is wild and free,
Moving to the rhythm of creativity,
... – by Thomas Molitor | 67 Views added 1 year ago
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A rusty nail on the sidewalk,
A discarded bottle on the curb.
The streets are empty, the sky gray,
The buildings loom like tombstones.
A lone pigeon pecks at a crust,
A stray cat slinks through the alleys.
A breeze stirs the trash and... – by Thomas Molitor | 52 Views added 1 year ago
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The past is the uninvited guest sitting speechless in the room.
An unruly thug of remembrances liable to say anything soon.
Dead days and dead dreams are parked on memory lane.
The past wishes to speak for the present as they're just the... – by Thomas Molitor | 53 Views added 1 year ago
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HAIKU KUNG FU
Eagle claw joint lock,
a northern praying mantis,
I am sore for days.
HAIKU BIJOU
At the matinee
inside the Bijou, we held
hands for the first time.
HAIKU BABY BLUE
It's all over now
Baby Blue, says... – by Thomas Molitor | 63 Views added 1 year ago
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There are dead metaphors buried all over the world
in shallow, fallow, and callow grave sites and no one,
not even a literate English teacher, rare as they are,
knows where the dead metaphors are buried.
In case you're wondering, it is... – by Thomas Molitor | 53 Views added 1 year ago
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On this ranch there were no whinnying horses neighing
the night away on a cool desert evening.
Or a Red Angus mother mooing imploringly for her
new-born baby bull to hurry up and join the herd.
Or fiddle-footed chickens clucking... – by Thomas Molitor | 38 Views added 1 year ago
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Is it true you flew twice the speed of sound,
Leaving sonic shock waves behind in a cloud?
Winged over the Atlantic, Paris bound,
An élan swan stretching its neck out proud.
Sixty-thousand feet, Mach Two, double time.
Sleekly sculpted, a... – by Thomas Molitor | 54 Views added 1 year ago
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Dog owners of all ages, wages, and rages have gathered at the
dog park today under the gross misconception that dogs love
dog parks because it gives them an opportunity to run leash-free.
Truth is, dogs are excited to go to a dog park... – by Thomas Molitor | 55 Views added 1 year ago
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Time flies but it still has to clear customs.
Much to its annoyance, time must declare lost years,
wasted days, and stolen moments upon entry.
Time must also pay duty on any tinctures, stitches, and nicks it might he carrying.
And even... – by Thomas Molitor | 53 Views added 1 year ago
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I was sitting alone in a restaurant when she wobbled
through the front door swaying back and forth
like a drunken sailor only she wasn't drunk, just fat.
I wondered if she had a condition, a condition that puts
on pounds exponentially, a... – by Thomas molitor | 50 Views added 1 year ago
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The race is on, as it always is,
at the sound of alarm, a quick burst
of first at the start.
Moving to the middle, stuck in
the pack, he is giving it his
all-out, panting, sweating,
blinkered to all distractions.
The competition is... – by Thomas Molitor | 50 Views added 1 year ago
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Unlike Cannes which happens once a year, this film festival happens every night. Here, there is no red carpet upon which gorgeous celebrities wearing strapless Armani gowns and Valentino tuxedos flash white Chiclets as smiles.
Here you will not... – by Thomas Molitor | 50 Views added 1 year ago
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waiting,
standing opposite chocolate laxatives and baby wipes,
bladder control pads and acne scrubs,
mouthwashes and home perm kits,
I wait.
I wait to pick up a drug of some generic name which
is suppose to make me feel less... – by t. g. molitor | 52 Views added 1 year ago
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waving white flags of surrender
the bed sheets flapped on the clothes line
drying out humiliation
of another night
of boyhood bed wetting.... – by Thomas Molitor | 55 Views added 1 year ago
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