#mole
No more shall I seek to linger on the silken loop of stars,
Nor will I play at dice in the moonlit, burning woods.
"Let it remain unsung"—the cuckoo’s sweet and lilting refrain;
Lend me but a fleeting shadow to soothe my weary soul.
At dawn’s tender crack, I will wander to the edge of the fading night,
Where the first light spills gently through its shimmering seam.
And though the day may falter, and twilight weep its soft return,
Grant me but a shade beneath the mole of your verdant grove.
Dec 14, 2024
Dec 14, 2024 at 11:42 PM UTC
Small creature, why are you here?
The forest is only a minute away,
and yet you chose concrete.
Did you die of fear?
Small creature, I cannot be so bold
as to stop and lift you into grass
for I have commitments
Did you die old?
Small creature, on cement you lay prone
feet in the air, nose up
food for some passing hawk
Did you die alone?
Apr 10, 2023
Apr 10, 2023 at 9:44 AM UTC
The terra is only one
planted in clay soil
one planet of earth!
The sneaked out nightingale
here is never gone.
Unleashes soprano
at the same ancient roses'
still a perfumed home!
It's the starry upside's
dark down deep hole.
Sunset melting shadow
down the half light moon!
Eyes on in toto cool
after the day painter sun
is done colouring in full.
Guess, up from the sunrise mountain
who beams back tomorrow
into this unfathomed serene clay-mole?
Again see the sun follows by the moon!
Jun 9, 2021
Jun 9, 2021 at 1:02 PM UTC
I’ve discovered my strange passion for whack a mole
And mind you, I’m the mole
Whacked away
To the point that I’m buried deep deep under
And the saddest part is?
I’m also the one doing the whacking
Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 5:04 PM UTC
Once for the witches rabbit hole
And twice for the foxes hymn
While one began to pluck her mole
The other tricked and teased men
Though two and the same
They’re known for different years
And both are to blame
For trickery and fears
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 2:45 PM UTC
‘Earth’
maybe a mole
in the mountain of space.
But the story is bigger
than any epic tale.
It's the one scoops
the bottom line
of the bottomless space!
Small simple finishing
tells the complete tale
'as above, so below'.
One that takes into
account all the matter
and the entire space.
The story goes on
The fine earth takes its place.
Now the mountain
sits on the mole space!
Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 10:06 PM UTC
We're just 1 mole of inches away,
Just 9,501,262,626,262,624,256 miles away.
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 2:34 PM UTC
*I stared at her
I knew then she’s unique
But I saw confusion
Still thinking if she’s real*
*I stared at her
Saw her lovely eyes
Not blue but brown eyes
It is so deep that I want to dig*
*I stared at her
She looks like always trying
I want to reassure her
That she’s already enough*
*I stared at her
I realized she’s beautiful
Even though years grew on her
There’s one thing I love about her*
*The mole above her right eyebrow*
*Then I put the mirror down
No longer staring at her.*
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 7:37 PM UTC
I would let your fingers
into my shirt
to carve pictures
into my back
with your nails,
and I would guess
your drawings
as a game.
You would always veer
from the mole, but
sometimes you
would accidentally
scratch it;
I would
always apologize.
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC
The A to Z of Choosing that Special One
Actions speak louder than words, some say
Belonging to that period of time, we call day
Considering their impact on others, we may
Develop that strategy, and keep negativity away
Endlessly searching for that special one
Frankly speaking, will that time ever come?
Going to convince yourself you've won
How to deal with failure, calling yourself dumb
Investigating a way for you to have fun
Jack of all trades, yet master of none
Keeping the truth from under the sun
Laughing at you, you turning numb
Managing those feelings of despair
No one knows of those cries you fear
Over and over you say that you care
Predictable enough, when you pull out your hair
Quickly running to gain that control
Relying on your friend, in whom you've trusted your soul
Standing there alone when all takes its toll
Then finding out, devastated, she's been that mole
Under that pillow, the one you once wished to share
Victory to those that you thought had a care
Willing no longer to ever bring near
Xenophobe is now that condition you bare
You've now learned one of many more lessons to come
Zealous in choosing that someone to call, "Special One"
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 6:49 AM UTC