Best Dusty Poems

A book that I plucked
from an antiquity of books
filled my nostrils
with a smell that I will always know
and always love.
This love cannot be explained,
but neither could any indifference.
At the back of the hall,
distant from and opposite to
the comical speaker's rostrum,
behind rows of chairs filled
with the...

Continue reading...

Long gone are the golden
Dusty days!
Where once, like Blazons
On Armorial Shields,
The gathered bronze sheaths 
stood -
Cut through at the stalk...
Raised from time honoured
swathes.

Burnished like brushed copper
By high summers slanted rays:
That were sliced so thinly 
From the thickening air,
As they brightly 
Caught the hot glare,
From the...

Continue reading...

As the lovers begin to slowly slip 
from each others tightly locked grip 
out of each others arms they fall 
into the public world and all 

realizing exactly where they are 
a busy station where trains go far 
as one of them boards the dusty...

Continue reading...

Poor pygmy dust how long would you hide?
                                     ...

Continue reading...

A glacier like a cowboy sat
Upon the foothills. And just like that 
The climate changed from hope
To glad. And just like that a bar of soap
Was drawn from the rhinestone-clad holster.
With pink and orange stones it did stir
The emotions pride and reverence 
But didn’t make...

Continue reading...

Each night my darling, I put on my red high heel shoes,
these sexy night shoes are reserved just for you
I know you will come gliding
you always do with a swirl and and a twirl
in the dark of night from your deathly resting place
I have put...

Continue reading...

"Photographs escort us to hidden recesses of memory and bring before us rare moments lost in time"... By Poet

Flitting through the pages of an old album,
Picked up from an abandoned dusty box, 
I saw a discolored family photo-
All of us posing in front of our...

Continue reading...

The Hill Country is dry and you can forget about California
Filled with dying live oak and mesquite
There’s a seven-year drought upon us
And momma says it’s going to get worse
Red ants on the tire trails
They don’t seem to mind the heat

The Southern Pacific blows out of...

Continue reading...

amidst my walls
a discolored rose
a wedding photo
a collection of memories
 
a discolored rose
a moment of mourning
as fragile as life
 
a wedding photo
of lovers once parted
united in the beyond
 
a collection of memories
coalesce together
a collage of juncture
 
 
 
 i found this form online and...

Continue reading...

Thinking of Dusty and Singing with Slim

By Kevin Fairbrother, 17th of August 2013


As I travel the roads on the great outback
My mind takes the pictures of what I see
I wave to the travelers that wave to me
And I listen to Slim on my country CD

My...

Continue reading...

A. W. Nutter
 
Walking along the dusty road
The boy in me begins to unfold
Transforming into a barefoot child
Escaping home and running wild
 
Leaving my troubles far behind
Out of sight but not out of mind
Dust clouds cover but can not hide
Mental cells where the demons abide
...

Continue reading...

A dusty road have I walked,

over the many years I have lived,

seeing many friends along the way,

that is no longer here.

Life passes us by so rapidly,

time does not stand still

for anyone.

Family fading away to

just memories now I have

of most of them.

A dusty road have I...

Continue reading...

“Within a room, all wrapped in a comforter of cobwebs and dust, a vacuum full of memories.”  Quote by _Poet

Her grandmother's attic she walks into,
Full of cobwebs, dust, and boxes in her view.
Excited of the treasures that have been stored.
Her imagination wanders as she...

Continue reading...

beautiful and frantic
these piercing bloodshot eyes
look beyond those dusty blues
they're diseased with sickly lies...

Continue reading...

There's nothing we can do, the doctor said!
     It was December, nineteen-seventy.
At once, those words exploded in my head
     and pierced my heart- which broke in agony.

How could this be- she's much too young to die
 ...

Continue reading...