Best Dusted Poems

He wonders

at the aphrodisiac of her jasmine air
stirring the breeze of his being
heady in the breathy mood of her moon garden
amidst stargazer’s pink whispers

and he wishes

that his jonquil heart
be quenched by her sweet drink -
as he longs to sip sun-ripened nectar 
from the calla of...

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She is whimsical midst-escaping
 blackness & beige stagnation,
reverberant betwixt musicality &
 fictitious paisley fabrications,
recognizes the actuality of her
 enigmatic spirit's frivolity,
well-defined by her quirky 
quintessence serving her far beyond
periods of reflective flourishes, 
has never been a slave to social
expectations nor gravitas of
 worldly-minded undertakings,
materialism is...

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Remember December?
Us newly wed.
Setting off on honeymoon in
Thunderbird by Ford.
Eloping abroad.
Down Mexico way.

Being so in love
Under the stars.
Sleeping rough in
Thunderbird by Ford.
Eventually it rusted.
Down Mexico way.

Darling children.
Up and gone.
Still I have you and
Thunderbird by Ford.
Engine almost had it's day
Down Mexico way....

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Sprinkled stardust in your coffee
As I watched you sit next to me
Sip and let the dust flow through
As star light flows out of you
Enhancement of your beauty
Exposing the mystery
Sprinkled stardust in your coffee
As I watched you sit next to me


Nette's
Stardust in an Octelle contest

I could...

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Men came with their ship.
Armstrong on the moon.
Dust stirred in a sigh.
Rising it covered
the false skin of man.

Sharp, angular
cold dust abrades
charged and clinging
like gunpowder

deal killer
magnetic
lunar dust

hazard
warning

moon

Dust

asset
wonder

arrival
man on moon
colonies

life expanding
a gateway orb
platform to stars
microwaved glass

Moon dust the dream ash
a hydrogen source
an oxygen source
the remnants of stars
histories...

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Miles went the season of love,
When trees shed leaves to bless the grounds
And the birds chirped to hail the dawns
Happy was the cry of folks.

Passed the days with draughts to follow
Rose the demon that fired a curse
Dawns covered under the dusts of hate
Cried for the...

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To 
forget
those bygones,
done and dusted,
lost,forgiven and now forever gone....

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She blew stardust in my direction.
How did I become her selection?
Her love blankets my sad soul.
filling up a heart that wasn't whole.

I looked to heaven for an answer.
God sent me this beautiful dancer.
I hold her here close in my arms.
Intoxicated by her charms.

The ocean provides...

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Oh, she had the lines
the pedigree
an aura of authenticity
shrouded in a symmetrical succulence
undulating and ululating curves
beckoning, beguiling, begging
for a glance, a whisper, a wink
deep almond eyes peering
into the souls of seekers
withering self reliant resistance
challenging the challengers
her sinewy sensuality
wafting across the moon’s blush
a figure cast in...

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dusted in rainbows
making music into poems
his faerie muse dances...

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Entranced as I was
By man in the moon,
I dreamed my young dreams,
Rehearsed my love tunes.
Romance reigned supreme.

Romantic high
In young girl's dream
As high as sky 
Or bright moonbeam.

Seductive
Dust in eyes
Cloaks the lies.

Concealed
Revealed

Fraud

Broad

Promise 
Of moon

Though believed
Unachieved
Was deceived 

Even the moon
Changes his tune,
Breaking a heart,
Seduced from start.

Girls, dream...

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An ordinary stone 
Who can know 
Moving from season to season 
Not so very slow
Forced to undesired 
Positions 
But perseveres 
A stone with hope

Who can care about something 
So small 
Who can know 
A stone that 
Relays on challenges 
After stricken 
Waits for the next
To...

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Most days you ooze cockiness from your chest
but I've a feeling that during dark times
you pray to that somebody or something...
that same something or somebody that created the universe,..
Which is expanding at the speed of light.
The same speed that our souls travel 
when shot out...

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my finest moments are littered
with broken pieces of twilight,
and Crucifixion silenced 
my hall of soul and light


but as the first moment
after the chaos of a storm,
light returned to filigree
and bewitch me every morn 


my illumination came
with skeins of pain and pride,
and yonder on the windowsill
my...

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Little black books- blooming everywhere.
from shining sea islands, to Belair mansions
to white house lattice and cathedral bastions 

Little black books-Bloom-blooming-everywhere.
A few pawns are pared/ 
but the bishops and kings are always spared.

Little black books... blooming- blooming everywhere.
Little black books with coal dusted secrets
Magically disappear.
 
...

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