Best Done And Dusted Poems
Light falls down from the summer's sheer clouds
For the future no gates remain locked, spread your wings
A bird in the sky your soul flies free intoxicating spirits
Upon loves beautiful ray of light drunken wavers
Not dwelling on the past and using energy on what went wrong
Happy people get feelings out done and dusted
Awakening flames dancing butterflies flutter
Warm inner wings a heart takes glorious flight
Brilliance of a rainbow seducing thoughts softly whisper
Life's worth it's weight in gold, why hesitate ?
Inside the mirrors always aglow
Beauty's in the eyes forever one bows and beholds
Written by Liam Mcdaid & A-L Andresen 01.03.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Light falls down from the summer's sheer clouds
For the future no gates remain locked, spread your wings
A bird in the sky your soul flies free intoxicating spirits
Upon loves beautiful ray of light drunken wavers
Not dwelling on the past and using energy on what went wrong
Happy people get feelings out done and dusted
Awakening flames dancing butterflies flutter
Warm inner wings a heart takes glorious flight
Brilliance of a rainbow seducing thoughts softly whisper
Life's worth it's weight in gold, why hesitate ?
Inside the mirrors always aglow
Beauty's in the eyes forever one bows and beholds
A co write written by L. Mcdaid and A -L Andresen
The old year is now done and dusted
It has not been without its strifes.
Headlines of war, murder and much more
Daily we hear of terrible atrosities.
Peace seems a long way off
and Mankind not in the mood.
Yet a spark of hope remains
That one day things will change.
This spark if it is fanned,
could catch alight and burn,
bringing world peace
repairing the harm once done.
People now armed with shovels
replanting all the lost trees.
Animals no longer fearful
turn their trusting eyes to us.
Communities working together
Love for one another freely flowing.
Slavery a thing of long distant past
All this could come to pass.
We just need enough to care
To want to make a change.
Then like the mighty oak,
the seeds will take deep roots.
Just one person who cares
can influence many others
And this world of ours
will once more be paradise.
Written 12/13/2014
contest I CAN'T BREATHE: A peaceful Protest, An Anthology of Powerful Poems
Another New Year
By
Kevin L Fairbrother
2014 done and dusted
I’ve welcomed in 2015
With a beer and a crayfish
Round a campfire with some friends
…
New resolutions, not for me old mate
Cause I won’t keep what I promised
So I’ll just open up the gate… and
Let fate decide what’s in store for 2015
…
Like the man in the barbed wire canoe
Spearing tadpoles with a crow bar
You can bet my year won’t be great
But I’ll tough it out and see it through
…
I’ll do a bit of travel in me Ute and Van
Probably round Australia and free camp
When I can
Catch up with some mates along the way
Have a chin wag and a beer or two
…
I don’t really give a rat’s ****
What goes on in this world of turmoil
As long as they pay me pension
I’ll just live my life as free as a bird
…
But I will say this old mate
That’s it’s your family and friends
That will get you through the gate
Should a little trouble strike
…
So enjoy your life one and all
Leave your troubles behind the gate
Love your family, friends and mates
Be kind to your heart, it has only so many beats
…
WELCOME 2015
~Yesterday~
I stood confused in a hole so deep
So dark and miserable, cold and alone
Scared and fearful of the unknown
Nothing but grey clouds filled my sky
Filled with rain and thunderous roars
Deafening like a million slamming doors
Drowning out the real me
Like a caged up bird
Longing to be free
My last tears were spent
Done and dusted
On my last pretense.
~Today~
I've dug, like never before
Fingers, tired bloody and sore
I've dug right down to my very core
Dirt under fingernails and a tear stained face
Fighting to get to my happy place
Dragging myself to the top of my pit
No longer content to be miserable
Not ready to give up, not ready to quit
On the caring shoulder which you gave me to lean
I've scrutinized things about myself I've never seen
From start to finish and all in between
You took my hand
And tenderly walked with me on the road of my soul
Never rushing or hasting
Just happy to stroll
With gentle nudges along the way
Just quietly listening to every word I had to say
With every word came down every defense
Till I was vulnerable and raw
And it finally made sense.
~Tomorrow~
I'm going to sit so quiet and still
Listening to the whispers that once were a shrill
A screaming voice yearning to be heard
No more am I that caged little bird
No longer torn or broken down
No longer disrespected or pushed around
My grey clouds lifted, the sky finally clear
No more constraints that I have to adhere
Happy with the way I feel
Giving my heart time to heal
Time to spread my wings and fly
As one by one these binds untie
Satisfied knowing what will be, will be
Finally knowing its enough just to be me.......
Just when we thought
wars were well and truly over,
done and dusted -
Russia invades Ukraine.
No mettle for friends
to take up arms.
to don the coat of arms
and fight tooth and nail
to quell the invader.
Instead its alms that are offered
and sanctions to starve and demean
the invader's will to fight.
It's a new World Order
at arm's length.
At first it appeared nothing was wrong,
But then one cartridge could be seen on the floor
Then more bullets were found scattered nearby
A horde of bullets in a wooden box shacked to the floor.
Through the door you could see a wizened foot,
A body beneath a dirty bloody bullet riddled blanket in the other room.
It was easy to elicit that this was a murder scene, brutal and stark!
Undeniably mordacious was the sign on the wall:
Welcome to 'Home Sweet Home'.
To loiter any longer at the scene was dangerous for me.
Perhaps the killer was hiding nearby?
Perhaps someone would see me there at the scene of the crime?
Perhaps I would be accused of the crime, if I reported it?
So I quickly looked to see if I had left any trace of me at the scene.
I looked around to see if any one was watching.
The 'coast was clear' and so I quietly and hastily got the hell out of there.
A trifle risky to flee the crime scene,
But it's done and dusted, my fate is sealed, I hope that my flight begets no regrets.
So, the glistening aim noticeably passes by,
So, the dangerous motion formidably goes by,
So, the unknown one remains unknown for the time being,
So, one is ahead of the petty singing.
The one and only is good-natured and well-behaved,
He is favoured and well-blessed.
Though the great Guide is sacrificed, done and dusted,
The honest being is fit, fine, and well-crafted.
The physical existence is going to be dealt with,
The mirrored organizations are going to vote for the myth.
The glass is going to be blurred by its connotations,
The pure man is defined by his situations.
The window is becoming larger day by day,
The commentators are solitary soldiers in their own way.
The perception is becoming blinded,
The light is the only lie that is provided.
Here, the perfect human is the representative of his species,
Here, he has grown up with his lengthy speeches.
Here, he is no longer unknown or unfeasible to catch,
And therefore, he has everything else to match.
What does one say,
To those who save the day,
Every day,
Even when the weather is far from OK.
What can one say,
To those who help keep Covid at bay,
Instead of at home to stay,
So we can live to see tomorrow become today,
And the children come back out to play.
What else is there for one to say,
Except to promise to make their day,
As in line we stay,
With not a bad word to say,
To those who help keep Covid at bay.
My second jab is now done and dusted,
With no side effects detected,
Because in them I trusted,
Not those who false information ingested,
Now by Covid bested.
Feeling disillusioned with mankind
Disappointed and disgusted
At behaviours l have viewed of late
Leaving me thinking morality is done and dusted
Yesterday, my faith and belief in mankind
Was somewhat restored
By random acts from strangers
Where selflessness, compassion and kindness soared
Rumors spread like a flood seeping through the streets
That an adult black panther, kept as a pet, had escaped,
And was now prowling around the back alleys in town, according to the tweets.
Big cat far too black to see in the dark, lights and shadow play the beast undraped
To show slinking sly shadows of a panther silently prowling for kills and meats.
Kids and wags made things worse by feigning panther roars.
Soon all sorts of sounds prompted fear and flight,
Cats sounds, dog howls, owls, yells and screams all caused uproars.
The rumor mill was rampant, the streets declared unsafe at night
People were forced to stay at home after dark, and hide away indoors.
People started reporting that their cats and dogs had disappeared.
Bones and dropping scattered about, surely signs of panther.
Police patrols were joined by hunters who volunteered
To rid the town of this menace, as jokes and laughs grew to anger
The torrent of false sightings triggered near-miss shots as sheer panic in the streets leered.
The town Mayor became desperate as the situation got worse.
Sightings grew, shots rang out, every shadow had a panther in its tail,
But clearly there was no panther, no sightings, no true signs to ever confirm the curse.
Secretly the Mayor began a search for a panther skin to fake a shooting and so curtail
This urban legend myth with a fake dead panther, fake news, and a fat reward in purse.
A panther skin was found, a trophy hung with lion and tiger in local hunter's room.
The skin was stuffed, dabbed with blood, and snuck into dark alley in secret.
Two blank shots were fired and photos taken as crowd gathered in the gloom.
Reporters primed to fake the news: "Panther found, killed and taken away in casket"
It was all done and dusted, urban legend lingered on, but fear was gone, a lie lying in tomb.
The old year leaves us pushed aside
as the clock strikes midnight hour
leaving behind the hopes and aspirations
of us mere mortal souls
Look back not with regret
for it is done and dusted
The New Year arrives with a bang
all eyes watching the count down
as the minutes tick down
a collective holding of breath
Now we pit our hopes and dreams
on the days and months ahead
make promises and grand plans
funny how we never learn
The same each year soon forgotten
as life catches up with us
caught up in the now, promises forgot
Look back not with regret
for it is done and dusted
Happy New Year everyone may your wishes come to fruition xox
Late afternoon sunshine streaming
Through the swaying green net
Of this years growth of hedge
I’ve not got round to cutting yet.
Got to get my finger out
Because I know it’s best
To get it done and dusted
Before the birds start to nest.
The grass has had its first trim
It’s looking lush and green
The garden’s starting to look
The best that it’s ever been.
Last year I sunk a small pond
At the sheltered edge of the lawn
With a bit of luck this year
We’ll have plenty of frog spawn.
There’s a Dove in the tree
And it’s gently cooing away
I can hear voices of children
Squabbling as they play.
Hard frost this morning
An almost magical sight
Seeing the grass covered
With a coat of gleaming white.
This is semi rural Yorkshire
As afternoon slips into night
On an early spring day when
Everything has been just right.
You can wander the world
Always searching for more
I’ll stay and enjoy the beauty
Found outside my back door.
The sun she's goin' down, it's sinkin' so low,
I can feel that evening breeze start to blow.
Time for day's bright colors to wane and fade,
Bending all hues to black and blue in shade.
Sundown, oh sundown, it's bittersweet time,
Sundown, oh sundown, it's bittersweet time,
Day's done and dusted, bring on night's sweet chime.
The shadows grow long, as night's bend takes hold,
Bend them notes, to make boogie blues unfold.
'Dem straight-jacket days will all melt away,
To the rhythmic beat of the blues I play.
Sundown, oh sundown, it's bittersweet time,
Sundown, oh sundown, it's bittersweet time,
Day's done and dusted, bring on night's sweet chime.
I'll play 'dem blues, till dawn breaks into day.
Driving the blues back underground away.
Hoping somehow, the pain has gone in song.
Sundown, oh, sundown, help me carry on.
Sundown, oh, sundown, shine your light on me?
Sundown, oh, sundown, set my troubles free.
With my bittersweet dark-blue melody.
Falling snow, beauty belies its hidden dangers!
White-veiled mountains can be a threat to all below,
But on the day the inviting piste, it's splendours!
Skiers, see the sparkle in their eyes, they love the snow!
They jump from mounds, landing in a great snow flurry!
Slamon round the mounds, snow flying, friends cheer them on!
Then there's tobogganers, always in a hurry!
Snowboarders, somersaulting, an exhibition!
Dusk, the piste brilliantly lit, skiers enchanted.
They no longer ski alone, shadowed company.
Downhill runs ending with a party, some canted
Party ending all happy, no one got frumpy!
Next day, goodbyes all done and dusted, flying home.
Still, snowing flight cancelled, oh well no one complained.
Sadly the snow, heavy, piste closed, hear them all moan!
The next day, avalanches and worse for them rained!