Best Duncan Poems

A bloke by the name of Dickie Duncan
Was the butt of many jokes
His name conjured up that age old saying
You know what I'm talking 'bout, folks!

“When the frost is on the pumpkin”
I'm sure you remember it well
They say it's the time for “dickie dunkin”
To get...

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(Disability Payments)

Stinkin' 
Duncan





20th March 2016
(weekend after the 2016 budget)...

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my dear duncan 
My dear, 

you're so far away and my heart so full of longing that the only way to relieve my 
grief was to write this letter. 
You know, sometimes I think it would be nice to have the possibility to keep certain...

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When I talk to my duncan 



Yes, when the harsh vagaries of life, 
Afflict me with despair , 
I need his words, 
His prayers, his outstretched hand ... 

In those days I only write and erase, 
When I did not concentrate on what I do;...

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my sunshine duncan 



I fill my sunset 
My hours 
My centuries 
Miss the late afternoon! 
Vens smiling stars 
And bringest moonlights January ... 
Contemplate You on this side of late hours 
And see you in the mirror of absence. 
Beyond the infinity of my soul,...

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Duncan Hines

Long before homemade peach clobber
Just after apple pie and before fruit bowl in melon rind
Restaurateur  Duncan Hines 
Birth in 1880
His dad a confederate soldier
Mother died when he was 4
In his late teens attendance Bowling Green College
Later became a traveling salesman
For a Chicago salesman
Just...

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this peace was written by my good friend guy




Not Lost Just not Found On padded feet a love may walk With melodious voice a person talks
With kisses sweet a heart is stolen With moon so full a promise is grow-in Tomorrow comes
and your mouth taste...

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Duncan MacAlpin thoughts were disturbed
Beauty he had seen in Crovie
Had stolen his heart with one look.
Her face a map of Scotland.

Where would I begin to look for her? He wondered.
Mercury smirked, for He had already arranged everything.
In rivers, marshes, swamps, bogs, the wetlands…..
Duncan blinked; had...

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Played with Duncan Yoyo

Wherever we would have to go,
They played with a Duncan yoyo,
And be content,
We had meant;
Threw into wind when it did blow.

Jim Horn...

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Geillis play for King James VI
pluck your jewes trump harp
you dance then prance 
and twist your wrist 
in tune and rhythm
through the mist 
of song and on till dusk

the King delights with curious
a watchful eye
a witch be though
and lo still die
come hither, done
December, fifteen ninety...

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