Best Fluster Poems

POTD 5th Feb 18

Dedicated to Ken, a good friend of mine who had to give up a brilliant ballet, ballroom dancing and stage career when...

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Oh there is one place that dwells deep within
          It warms up the sun as each...

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Awakened by the creaking of the dying trees 
In this barren land devoid of a breeze
Imprisoned dreams in a land of unpicked seams
Endless chasms of...

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If pigs could fly it wouldn’t be good
You’d have to go out with a brolly
Wear Wellington boots and waterproof suits
Life wouldn’t be happy or jolly

There’d...

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The smallest, most annoying pest,
Seeks the heartbeat of your breast, 
In search of where to build its nest,
Bites you, and forgets the rest. 

It's venom...

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Who are you?

When the lights are off and your heartbeat is dense,
Do you question your time or space or this everlasting sense?
Does your mind run...

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General Custer couldn't muster
Enough men to form a cluster,
Indians shooting straight and true,
I think it might've been the Sioux,      ----...

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My wife found an Indonesian drum that she couldn’t live without,
It was a ceremonial one used to play for all who remain devout.

It had brightly...

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Written by Gail DeBole

Phillip Buster could fluster a room -
Full of men whose anger ballooned
     When came his turn to speak,
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 Part 3

9th Delerium: Emptyness
Water wheels in wastelands... turning,
drowning relics in the slum
Rumpled rags of fashioned burlap... burning,
lit by bandits blind and dumb
Pastured prisons, ponies...

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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...

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Disorientated in the world I've known.
Struggling to comprehend what's defined.
Unable to fix my course, I'm alone.
I stumble through my encamped darkness blind.
Encircled by confusion I...

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On seeing a photograph

“Our task is to listen to the news that is always arriving out of silence”
       ...

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I wager a million on these cocoons in its pupa stage.
        That this butterfly flutters by rapidly.
The wings...

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Earthy barmy leafs scurry
Pulling rapidly in peak flurry 
Lamenting blind as mists worry 

Crude cool calm earth attacks slowly
Silly calm breeze shoo wholly
Sharp plume vanishes...

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