Dander Poems | Examples

Planet in pluvial fluvial flux

Planet in flux…it sucks

No refuge..Scrooge rules..

Stooges subterfuge deluge..

Fossil fuel fools..

Poleaxes..then relaxes…

As the earth burns..

As it turns..on its axis..

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Us schmucks battling....

Puzzling...prattling clucks...

Aloof to proof....daft defiance..

Shucks the sleuth of science..

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Glower at their ivory tower..

Cruise ship trip fillip..

Dour baby boomer power..

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Absurd herd..cans compliance

Uncouth trampling truth..

Nip & tucks alliance..

Mottled rucks…throttled petro bucks...

Plucks for retro reliance..

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Muzzling…weasel hatchets meddling...

Diesel guzzling trucks..

Saluting high falutin polluting

Pander to propaganda pedaling..

Ratchets up our dander…

Open the ruddy window!

Have a bloody gander!

Snow White Impurities

the outside floated inside
white seeds seemed fluff
floating & frolicsome
until their rooted relic
of bitter dandelion wine
wished we hurried
to busy our bones
do something thoughtful.
yes..we’d pluck a stem
or two and gift
but this gift in ever after
would list and wither
so quickly amidst
the coiffer of quarrels
pushing of the dander
of matters we stuffed
our pillows with at night
nightmare of nettled
never-never disappears
snow white impurities
implicated our insides
empty and forlorn
forgetting our vows
our impertinence
of the importance
of marital bliss
which doesn’t begin
with tricks and treats
but with travails
that lead to immemorial
memories and progeny
a long lasting kiss

carry your wife
over
the threshold barrier
don’t let complacency enter
let a garden of delights
bloom within
learn from occasional weeds
pluck…let sun in…water
tender your every day kiss
invite in joy and praise

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(I’ve been married 45 years)

Wild Cherry

Spring brought forth the dusting of grandeur
The blossom exploding from baring bud,
Showering lawns with lilac dander.
A benediction bound in nature’s love.
Branches laden, heavy with flowers
Sweet adulation in perfumed repose,
Beauty distinct fragrant overpowers
Consuming the senses is manic throes.
Then it fruits, its summery shift
To languish berries bright bursting red
For us to pick as the seasonal gift
Before the tree starts to Autumnal shed.
Start again your sleep encrusted with snow
Until the awakening when winter goes.

Confessional Booth Number 9

Streetlight dander. Jawbone asphalt.
Blink razors carve her iris script.
Rib stars ovulate in feral grates,
mechanical tongue juts a bloodline breath.
Keystroke ruin writes in collapse,
a waveform lodged in sternum glass.
Lipsticked rodeo—a gash in faded denim
Banana-knuckled hands torch filterless ghosts.

Tree-call through copper root systems.
Wire-pluck storm,
vapor chews the stock market 
Cancer caught in molar hush,
brined in citrine static.

She opens her throat like a coin purse.
Spine bows in semaphore.
We dismount the edge—
An incisor cusp,
the confession still blistering
beneath the flesh of no language.

Blistered Anger Rondel

Grateful for my blistered anger
propelled by a tolerance break;
Awe can put an end to slander
when it’s about all you can take;

Most of the time I curb dander,
often it’s gone with a handshake;
Grateful for my blistered anger
propelled by a tolerance break;

Mashed up processes meander
leaking out into fists that shake;
Some may be slow on the uptake 
trying me was the first mistake; 
Grateful for my blistered anger.

My Loveable Cats

It has now been over a year,
two cats of considerable beauty
have lived with me and given me cheer;
they're a couple of "cutie patooties"
whom I adore absolutely.

When the younger one plays a bit rough,
the older one can hardly stand her.
She will growl when she's had enough
and will certainly get up her dander,
leaving no doubt that she's the commander!

The younger one, frankly, has the brain of a gnat.
I have to tell her often
to "Get down" or "Scat"!
But she's very entertaining and loves to have fun
and having two cats is better than having only one.

A Humbugger's Bah's

This time of year inspires oohs and ahs
Waltzing dreams in the snow's camouflage
There seems to be some flaws
In this legendary cause
To many-a humbugger's bah's

And through winter thoughts meander
And we ask others in candor
Do you believe in [I pause]
This elusive Santa Claus
Sorry if I am raising your dander

dilly dallying danny

dilly dallying danny deliberately defies
daughter dinahs deliberations
denise does donuts during danny’s debate
roaring, rearing, ready rusty ruminations
rarely recognizable, really riling up dinah’s
dander.

Winter Magic

Fragile flakes with the purest white:
form a fantastic Winter sight.
Like icing-sugar dusting cakes,
with the purest white, fragile flakes.

Tumbling down on a gentle breeze,
Winter's dander coats barren trees.
Snowflakes are spun into a gown,
on a gentle breeze, tumbling down.

With Winter white, whitewashing all:
flakes of snow continue to fall.
And countless snowflakes now alight:
whitewashing all, with Winter white.

Autumn lies beneath Winter snow,
awaiting Spring flowers to show.
As flurries confetti the skies:
beneath Winter snow, Autumn lies.

Of Feeders and Cleaners

Grazing upon my hide,
lumbering,
ravenous beasts
farm,
crop, and munch upon
the harvest rich-fields
of my squamous integrum.

The dermatologist tells me not to worry,
that it’s just the normal microscopic
fauna and flora.
They clean away the dead,
vacuuming-up
the desiccated debris
and dander.

“We are not snakes” he says,
“we need help to shed.”

I can’t help thinking of those millions
of par-blind,
pig-like,
tank-shaped organisms
forever thriving,
feasting,
and then they themselves
decaying
upon my skin,

and they all-unknowing
that they are
most definitely not
the greatest creatures
ever to have roamed the earth!

Instinctual animalcules
constantly changing
the density
of the shadows I cast,
the thickness of my shedding.

Mites nibbling away at my silhouette,
until either it seems to be
far too heaped and corporal,
or way too transparent
to be seen in strong sunlight.

Pander Michigander With Pander

what we will pander
may be a Michigander
gets up her dander

Gretchen Whitmer

June

A portrait in a parlor
A fancy dame or two
A dog named Ruffles singing
In front of you-know-who

A rinny-tin piano
Plunks out a tinny tune
And this ole western cowboy
Is heading home for June

But June has got her dander up
And will not hear of me
Singing in her kitchen
For all the world to hear

Oh, the sunny side of life
Has got charisma – yes!
And when its got a smile 
That’s when I'm at my best!

So have a drink or two
And hum a ditty tune –
I’m heading back to town
And far away from June!

Rural Ghosts

The chirr of parched insect wings –
bible dust preaching
from long abandoned boots.

Baked into the sky
homesteads linger on the burnt stumps
of exhausted summers.

Dander creaks on dry porches,
wardrobes and rooms open 
in a denim haze.

Homesteaders planted a light here
then at days end
dug it up
in earthen mouthfuls.
Aprons were filled, table-tops charged.

Out of the back of a model T
a dapper man sells brushes,
he speaks of things unfarmed
the Brylcreem shine of city sights
until she is swept away.

Such moments go unrecorded
unless by chance you find
a strand of long hair
whipping astray on a skewed field gate.

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Crystalline Flakes

winter's white dander
falling as crystalline flakes...
a dusting of snow


(haiku)


12/05/2022

Winter Nature-Themed Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin

Maga Became Maggot and Did Tag It

a call had been close
after we would put on clothes
went out door we close

when we did tag it
MAGA became a maggot
applied tourniquet

would be sinister
sermon said by minister
about being spinster

what we knew for sure
increased our expenditure
for one more denture

we would meander
creating gerrymander
did raise up dander

poem would write to read
was great everyone agreed
did the dirty deed

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