Best Bustle Poems

(For My Younger Self)



You have forgotten your muse.
You neglected her, in the hustle and bustle
of city life, in trying to carve a niche,
driving yourself too...

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I leave the daily hustle and bustle
of the city's cacophony of sound.
And head to where the leaves softly rustle 
in the breeze, and no one...

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Etched in my soul
is the peace of a lonely ruin,
an old chapel on the skull
of a hill surrounded by pastureland
and wind-swept trees.
Below a lake stretches...

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'There is no silence in poetry.'

As I swing back and forth,
surrounded by an abundance of petals,
I still remember being a stranger,
in a foreign land.

Sun shone...

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The Rooster

He strutted ‘cross the barnyard tall and proud,
away from all the bustle of the crowd;
the other roosters in the yard felt cowed,
to him they...

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In times of darkness,
When time is like raging seas,
my mum Is the lighthouse,
illuminating the skies,
guiding me to the shore.

There is an art to motherhood.
A paradise...

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Twas the night before christmas 
and Christ was left out,
with no peep of the Good News,
no mountainous shout.

Stockings were hung 
by the chimney the same,...

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 WHO WAS SHE

I intuited the radiance before
I even laid eyes on her
Moving with a self-assured poise
that came from deep within
was a quintessence of a...

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It was on a Kansas farm 
I saw the beauty and the charm
as I sat gazing out across the hills
Not a car or man in...

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I walk past empty bedrooms that once held my boys
The beds made so perfect, the absence of noise
Books there on the book shelf and not...

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Ah, the fortitude of a circle
the circular wisdom 
of  spring to summer  fall to winter  
the spinning wheel’s twist of threads -
at...

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The red rose asked the blue butterfly..,
 "Where were you since the last goodbye ?
So much I missed you in silent sigh...
With tears of dew....my...

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South African lockdown 

Gone is the heave, the bustle and the crowds
The pavements are weeping like widows without sounds 
The governments are ruling with their...

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When the season of splendor sprinkles 
the scent of sprightliness,
when the koels and kingfishers sing hymns of hope 
and merrily waltz their wings of chartreuse...

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London

The tour of London begins
 In the streets of my mind,
  Through past and present
   Intrinsically entwined,
    Through people...

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