Best Duster Poems
The Flag of the British Merchant Navy
The Battle of the Atlantic
We’ve heard of the famous Mighty Hood that was sunk by a Bismarck shell
We know how many men were lost and the Skippers name as well
We’ve seen the Battleship Barham rolling on her side
before the huge explosion in which so many died
The Repulse and Prince of Wales on rout to the Singapore post
Both lost to the Jap torpedo planes off the Malaya coast
There’s a film about the Kelly sunk in the battle of Crete
And of the famous River Plate where we inflicted defeat
Yet who knows the names of the merchant ships sunk almost every day
Who knew that as these ships went down seamen were put off pay
Shipping Companies all did this to cut down on the cost
They lost one of their freighters, but how many lives were lost
What of the men on the Arctic run ferrying Russian supplies
The ocean full of U-boats and Bombers filling the skies
Sailing a gas filled Tanker some only in their teens
Wondering if they’ll freeze to death or be blown to smithereens
Wallowing along in a rusting tramp to save the Russian Nation
Struggling to make eight knots whilst trying to keep station
Should a seaman stay topside or should he seek his bunk
Knowing if you fall astern your certain to be sunk
Many a merchant ship now lies under the Barents Sea
Lost in a desperate struggle to set the Russians free
The ocean bed is littered with merchant seaman’s bones
Now to lay forever at peace with Davie Jones
As a Nation we are rightly proud of our Navy in World War Two
Likewise of the R.A.F and what we owe to the few
To the men who fought at Arhnem and Monty’s Desert Rats
To those who fought the Japanese to all we raise our hats
From the Home Guard to the S.O.E in it from the start
All of our Armed Services were keen to play their part
Each had lost so many when they counted the final muster
But the greatest loss was those who sailed under the Old Red Duster
We once had a rooster named Buster
Whose aggression caused quite a fluster,
So the old chopping block
Arranged him for soup stock;
And the rest of him, a feather duster.
Oh turbulence. Must you wait in a dusty corner. Shake round and around. Clearance clarifying chatting chambers. How rather charismatic and charades played by orchestra are neither plucked nor picked. Residue of a salt licking burping plant. Sitting on wheels is no good when standing is necessary for jet propelled motion. Stick insect labelling a fuzzy drink. Very methodical. Govern not a tidal wave of sprinkling glitter dust portions. And slice the cake evenly. Ok then that's good. Smish smash sail ego dome. Mish mash pull pile. Embroidered embryonic emblematic embedded encrusted encyclopedia. That turns in many loops in a diversion dive. Critical cancellation crossing covered conical chamber chasms. Procrastination is neither a powerful PowerPoint presentation nor a planted playful pickle. Giggle not at a googly eyed worm working washing and waving. For it is neither the clan of the cabbage nearby nor is it the whale waitress of the north that climbs to place the beacons of ballooning ballet buffalos. Come tonight then. Sit down. Stay in a rendezvous of a reached restitution resting. And the one eyed loaf of bread will need kneading after kneeling down in a creatively baked sauce. At this time it is very important to follow the advice of eleven elevated radishes, an aloe Vera plant, a ninety metre octave in a cloak, a duster, and the little shiny fish fork. Good. Haha and a bottle of ketchup rising from the work surface. Hahaha escaping juice escaping haha running rioting righteous ringdonuts. Xxxxx denominational z
Eyes are the very centre of being: within their deepest gaze, love
Can be reflected and above all: the most vibrant spark of life.
Eyes can give a look of scorn, or frustration, resent or desperation, simple and innocent joy or contentment.
We can look into eyes, and see all life has to offer;
I do not think another look shall be seen…
I promised you would feel no pain in your dreamy rest.
I promised all the heavy breathing that burdened your flame and
Pure energy; I promised you would breath again.
And so you do, breathe forever as the wind.
You form the wisp of air that passes my face
And the gust of rain that patterns the night,
The breeze of summer that will ease my grief
And the movement of clouds and the skies.
But never will I forget, those cries of fear
As I, oblivious, took you outside in the cold.
There’s no pain as great as a memory
But I will cling to these memories
Till I too, am a breath in the wind.
11/11/2013
I fear that you don't love me so,
And it scares me so much.
You are the most precious person to me,
And I love you a whole bunch.
It's so hard to confess.
I escaped with a single bound over the dream.
To a huge star burning bright.
But I realized that 10 thousand year old star,
Was too far ahead to lead as a light.
Please help me.
Give the love now,
Give the love to me,
Give the love please,
And you'll see
My love.
I try to open these heavy eyelids,
But all I meet is the inky darkness.
I can't feel your presence,
That sent me to bliss.
I wanna feel your warmth.
The love is slowly disappearing
As I attempt to recapture it.
It flowed away to the horizon
100 million years ahead, bit by bit.
I need you
Give the love now,
Give the love to me,
Give the love please,
And you'll see
My love.
My senses completely freeze,
And I try to breath in,
But this temperature is somehow
Comforting, like I win.
Your love returns.
The star may not shine on the outside,
But it has a ruddy light in the inside.
I can see that light, and I'm not afraid
To love you, and I'm dyed
With your love.
Give the love now,
Give the love to me,
Give the love please,
And you'll see
My love.
That light will never be swallowed by
The darkness that may live within.
Even when the light is dim,
It burns bright on my skin.
Let me embrace it.
I'm searching for that glow 10 thousand years ahead alone,
And even though I'm disappearing in this space dust,
Before I fade away,
Your love is a must.
I love you.
Give the love now,
Give the love to me,
Give the love please,
And you'll see
My love.
I'll see you soon enough,
Now that this million year old star
Has burned it's love away.
Love you.
she would sing with birds
known to set many records
drank many tankards?
she sure seemed so fine
my vivacious valentine
drank big Ballentine
Have you ever heard of
Ballentine Beer Before
we were researching
trump lies that had been learching
on big nose perching
had many close shaves
trump would make many big waves
we became his slaves
(stabbed him with some staves)
(he never behaves)
(leads us to our graves)
(we became his knaves)
(often us depraves)
(does grunt when he raves)
(owns atlanta braves)
How about that for quite
a few laughs with warm bathes
then travelled on Trump
putrid paths.
I have a duster Mrs. A. said. I will bring it to you.
I was thinking feather duster, so I said I did not want it.
She said “It is really pretty. It has flowers on it.”
I thought she meant flowers painted on the feathers of it.
“I had one,” I told her. “My dog ate it.”
She kept persisting, but I turned her down.
Politely at first, then rather abruptly.
Three days later another friend was wearing a lovely floral jacket.
It was sheer, and it was super gorgeous.
Where did you get that? I asked her. It is marvelous.
“Mrs. A . gave it to me," she said. “I love this duster!”