Dusters Poems - Poems about Dusters

...I fixed the vacuum. I need to throw the dirt away. I did it. I tried not to be careless. Cleaning with a vacuum. When nothing is enough. We give into the loud sounds. Loud, cleaning s......

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...My mingle-mangle mismash mixed bag of stuff Is a pastiche, potpourri, patchwork of remnants rough The accumulation of this junk was not so very tough Feather dusters, ink wells, rulers, silver lin......

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...If I could design my garden pests, I would have pink tobacco hornworms Rainbow striped lady bugs, and bees carrying dusters instead of stingers The faeries would wipe their feet on my dahlias and c......

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... I began playing this game with myself So at any moment you are holding something How would you kill an intruder I mean some of them are obvious Throw the tea then use the cups like enamel ......

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... Who would do that? Lamps, shades, and floors, But nothing more! Do the Dam Dusters have a union? Or are they hired by the slice? Since filling in between is part of their life. ......

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...Stow away the congeries of aches overtly attenuating the life-force Joints grinding bones as growing muscles waked Oft, stomping like an apoplectic horse... Under strained newness, a glum dispo......

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...You hear them before you see The droning engines growling easily They burst onto me post haste For there is no for time to waste The hot summer sun and wind Has meant a fire without a friend......

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...If you stroll a wild colored garden Down thin and dappled paths; Where bluebonnets bloom on Spring’s black floor, And mockingbirds above are happily singing, see New limber-legged colts and cal......

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...I have a cupid, all my own, he’s not the best around I would have chucked him long ago … but he’s the only one I’ve found His wings look like two dusters that have hung around too long The feath......

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...Old Cowboys, forts and shootouts Black for bad and White for good With a spinning canvas background And cactus cutouts made of wood The desert sits behind them Fifty yards away at most The hero......

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...The Dishwasher’s Loaded The dishwasher’s loaded, The plates are all used, The cups are all dirty and the plates all confused. My clothes are all ragged, My shoes scuffed and worn, I’m in ne......

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...A prawn masquerading as a peanut can be quite disturbing. So many times a peel is a garment used to shroud. A tentacle hidden. Here and there. Then to reappear with an often violent burst of becoming......

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...Sitting and waiting in a field full of olives is not a bad way to spend an hour but an hour can be long and long is a length and a length with a leaving leading light is not a dividend, a milestone, ......

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...While lounging in my duster* watching news, I have my morning coffee. When I'm through, I wash my cup and saucer and admire their elegance and pleasing shade of blue. Like other lovely things I......

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... COWBOY WINDS Stinging pink cheeks neath winter wool, The cowboy winds begin to blow, Dusters rolling tumble weeds, Scattering about the hollyhock seeds. Whistling, the leader puf......

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