Dusts Poems - Poems about Dusts

The boy who wasn’t picked

...He sits in the back.
Not because he wants to—
but because he’s tired
of being picked last
when he dares to show up at all.

You don’t see him.
Not really.
He’s there, though—
in the bathroom...

Fireworks

...They rise and sparkle and crackle,
Shaming the nakedness of the skies
And the city, with one frightful flame of
Youth,
Burning with the zest of
Seasonal lore.
At Christmas, they salute the days...

Nightshift

...My breath is heavy from the clannish dusts
Inhaled at midnight when the clock strikes late
With the tone of severe darkness.
I hasten to the atmosphere of languor,
Capturing the scene of the rise...

The Archaeology of Gravity

...Love, he says, sounds like a door
closing softly in a room built for your name—
that measured click holding its breath,
the air swelling in its pause,
as if the walls themselves leaned in
to lis...

The Flower of Eden, lyrics

...Gasping as she glimpses out of the 2D                          
The majestic colors full and in 3D                               
Beholding the markings of the Master hand          
Within the fra...

The Luggage Light Brings

...
Light arrives from its flight
wheeling behind its suitcase of shadows,
exposures, echoes and consequences.

It spills its hoard across the floor,
and gathers remnant dark 
remains from dim co...

Humiliation

...I call her Ms. H
because names are easier
than saying—
I was too much.
Too soon.
Too wrong.

She isn’t loud.
She doesn’t speak.
She waits—
in the gap
between what I gave
and what...

Crayon Box Dreams

...When days of dreary tropes could feel no duller,
and gray heavens escape my pencil’s reach,
—oh misery!, it can’t be set to speech,—
my crayon box dreams of unbridled color!

When weeks waste pr...

burial borne

...
on ship’s voyage cosmos-deep
          a captain’s life was laid to sleep
               wrapped in linen mummy-style
     and thrown into the stellar keep

he floated on in endless black
   ...

The Eternal Question: God, No God, Maybe God

..."For his invisible attributes, namely, his eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly perceived, ever since the creation of the world, in the things that have been made." - Romans ...

The Now Continuum

...“since thoughts speak in past tenses,
drop mind, rely on senses,
embracing and releasing,
pain pangs and pleasure pleasing” ~ Unseeking Seeker 

The sun
w a n e s ...

Spring Is Here

...Spring is here to stay
For three months, hooray!
More bluebirds are chanting
More tulips are blooming
More trees are growing
And dusts are in the air.

The weather is cool, not cold...

A Nation in the Rearview

...“It” defies the fabric we hold dear—
a predator of language, carving loopholes for the rich.
No filter. No trust. A shark in a stagnant lagoon,
circling the wreckage of thought.

“Its” justice i...

Despair

...despair

dusts hearts dreary

draped in stark pain debris

that angst next dresses more hopeless

depressed


...

My Robot Brings me Six Meals a Day

...My robot brings me six meals a day
We started out with three, but he was sad
He lives to please me in every kind of way
His baking is good, his frying and cooking not bad

Robot makes my bed, he...

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