Best Dusting Poems

Rays of morning sun whisper through 
The window’s pane, stressing the gentle
Flecks of life’s dancing dust, fragments
Of soothing breathes, moving hopefully
Through the light’s loving touch, sighing
With compassion, kindness, rustling 
Softly, beckoning for music to paint
The sincerity of joy discovered within
One who knows the secret silence
Drifting...

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The top shelves required dusting, so
			I looked for my stool high and low.
			No luck--but a chair
			would do. Then up there
			I cleaned that top shelf. It did glow.

			My cleaning cloths fell to the floor.
			I had to get down to find more.
			I dressed as I did
			because my...

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Day in Day out the dust consumes the air
Upstairs it runs rampant through the fan I must declare
Sneezing is the penchant of the day
The dust always settles while we are away
It never comes to mind that it should be dusted
Not even the service can be...

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In the dusting of springtime,
sweet scented thoughts of yesterday
come as star jasmine starts to climb
and in the breeze I see it sway.
I recall the scent of rose,
of lilac and the trumpet vine -
their fragrance wafting to my nose -
becoming soon a scent divine
attracting bees and...

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I'm dusting to rock n' roll music,
my hips are swaying to the beat,
the radio is turned on louder
as I shuffle my feet.

I'm dusting to rock n' roll music,
singing at the top of my voice,
windows are opened and the 
neighbors don't have a choice.

I'm dusting to...

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I never knew this is what it was called until it
Happened to me
In public.
At first it was traumatic
As it came out bellowing like a banshee
And the aromatic bouquet wasn't flowering it 
Was a catastrophe.
Rotten egg smell is atomic!
I never knew this is what it was...

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Spring Dusting
Though many years have flown with time
Since we met that lovely Spring day 
In the dusting of the Springtime 
Come scented thoughts of yesterday.

Doing the annual Spring clean
I recall floret adorned trees
Alike watching a silver screen
I glimpse blossom dance o’er the breeze.

Infusing air with...

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The pastor whispers ashes to ashes- dust to dust
like a pilot says, there'll be a little turbulence in the bus
but in the throng there's ripples of panic and madness
people spitting up grit with every quivering breath.
Now its a game to see who can hold it...

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The game
Squashed his frame
Socks tainted
Carved out plain
But the road map was tame

Animals replete
With zoo keeper seed
From marsupial greed
A black out rabbit hole
Concealed the frrozen deals
Pincers chopping dollar backs
Red with collar grabs

Soapy suds and beer
The watery love endeared
To carry a child burden
For the sake of namesake
Dust...

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I kissed the bed bye
With a dusty blipping lip 
I couldn’t dust off with water
For dusting the dust off my body
Means to be in love with night
Cold chilling breeze in “Ibadan”.

With dust all over me
Woke up only to yawn of dust
With it still casing me...

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I pulled the cold and old electric Glarry piano
out the closet and make happy music again;
this one was the sensational joy of Claudio,
he played it until he was tired and laid down!

The first thing he'd do is to attune to his feeling,
he'd sit down and...

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It starts with a gentle breeze
...slowly, quietly winding down
Kissing and caressing the trees
...spiraling through branches
Finally brushing the pale petals
...sweeping them off in a flurry
Catching two furiously entwined
...in a whirlwind of scented pink...

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Drawing near to the end of May
(The month devoted to Mary)
Sweet-scented thoughts of yesterday
Immerse me in books! I tarry...

From the Spring-cleaning I should do
And progressing with my job search
Just so many books to read through!
And I love spending time at church

I made apple-cinnamon cake
With a...

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In the dusting of the springtime,
sweet scented thoughts of yesterday
ring melodiously like chimes
and again, preluding my way…
As I reminisce all sweet scents,
gentle breeze caresses my hair
like when the star jasmines, hyacinths,
gardenia and phlox filled the air.
When butterflies hovered with bees,
praising bright roses and tulips,
my honeybabe...

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Memories enfold me like stardust
Covering the hurt that sears  my soul
Brightening  me the artist
to paint away the hurt to atoll

But a large shower of stardust
makes me smile and enjoy the birth
of the many babies that  I must
pass to the parents in my work

Another sprinkling  of stardust
puts...

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