Long Dust Poems
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Morning lurks
In dark alleys;
Haze presides
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Sunbeams seep
Hazy skies ruin;
Magical sunlight
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Hazy horizons
Smoky dust drifts;
Moody suspensions
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Moody haze
Depressed moods;
Choking smog
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Gratitude smiles
Lazy afternoon;
Sanguine sitcoms
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My darling smiles
Inner sunshine;
Travel talk here
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Random journeys
Mystery calls;
Cites fond journal
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Micro tales
Short and sharp;
Food for thought
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Touch of morning
Evaporated dreams;
Reality check
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Moments of madness
Breezy easy frolic;
Joy mingles cheer
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Old friend departs
Sad moments sum;
Fond feelings linger
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Sleepy moments
Loiter somnolent;
Wake-up call
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Leon Enriquez
13 October 2015
Singapore
By Jerry B & Jerry C
We must forget the past and work
together for a brighter morn.
Let hatred die with the old year,
and let our future now be born.
I may be old, but not forgetful
I let things just fade away
Learning not to be regretful
Rising toward a better day
So Looking at this future
That lies in front of us
Escaping from last year
And shaking off it's dust
Chorus
So, let us touch our glasses, together in a toast to better ways.
Here’s to your prosperity my friends, may life bring you better days.
Instrumental
I may be old, but not forgetful
Letting thing just fade away
Learning not to be regretful
Rising toward a better day
So Looking at this future
That lies in front of us
Escaping from last year
And shaking off it's dust
Chorus
So, let us touch our glasses, together in a toast to better ways.
Here’s to your prosperity my friends, may life bring you better days.
Better Days
Ahhhhhh Better Days
Copyright © Jerry Brotherton | Year Posted 2026
MEMENTO ON THE MOON
Constructed from moondust, a statue stands
Grey and almost now a part of the landscape
Built to represent mankind’s lunar exploration
But somehow feels like there is no celebration
Back on Earth TV, viewers’ mouths are agape
They see that the statue shows clasped hands
As if it’s a prayer perhaps even to be a guide
Dust with adhesive, moulded and compressed
Shaped well, and with sensitive understanding
The world’s economy means no more landing
Perhaps as a memento of better times, is best
On the lip of a crater quite near the dark side
It will fondly remember the touch of mankind
The blend of scientist, engineer and artist too
It wasn’t commissioned, just made on a whim
Inspired by rover trip to a nearby crater’s rim
And is meant as a hope for a more open view
That one day, joint space travel gets realigned
“TEARS”
Tears from the heart
Should pass golden over the cheeks,
Not clear, for perhaps they should be seen
For the truth of their founding ache,
Visible in the least at their
Moment in the alchemy of feelings,
More potent than chemistry alone—
Dwelling like unseen
Particles of dust on a butterfly’s wings,
And less forgettable than this morning’s sunrise.
Still, with a head lifted in prayer, the gold
Will stream back to the heart
With its glistening spread over the soul,
And its forming love re-casting
Its fine, elegant links stronger than before.
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(C) sally Young Eslinger 2020
Thanks be to God
It is time for communication decisions
To be the true diplomatic missions
A competitive artistic way to deal with rings interlocking
Due to egotistical intentions wanting information blocking
As they watch the wise grandfather clocking
Veteran memories tick and tocking
Every four years spend two weeks
Staging sporting exhibitions innocent like a child’s smiling cheek
Presenting these athletic events
Replacing anger that spurred war time resent
Seductive entertainment good for the soul
Reminding the world about being bold
When dealing with those deadly and cold
Cast warriors script them to spill sweat and tears
Observed by an audience enthusiastic with cheers
Applauding having no fears
Drafted professional participants in a game in which they are paid
No longer bothering conducting a raid
On the college students getting the grade
Today an invisible competitor has been lured
It is the diabolical health care monster control wanting the floor
Challenging everyone; Is this what you want? Are you sure?
Addressing the issue needing a cure
That tested our patients unprepared and uninsured
With a nasty flu rotten like an apple’s core
And finally, it is time to show it the door
Sending a message
Hoping for a confession
By putting on a display
Symbolically it will say
Stand together
Fighting this emotional weather
Lock those rings
Stating to the leaders, Presidents, and Kings
“We do not want combatting killing hate
Controlling and conquering attitude thinking this action is great
Instead interpret information to get it straight”
Using this thought on a hook as bait
Reeling in God we trust
Into a situation where problems find themselves arrested in a bust
Clearing the blurry lines turning them into dust
And discovering kind humbleness is a must
Light that cauldron with a flame
Wishing those who have fame
Shoulder to shoulder to others having no name
Good luck to you all
Answering this peaceful call
Most days are mild, sunny, and bright
We thrive with breaks from the dark nights
We grow healthy when we share YOUR sacred light
There's little to be gained from constant and senseless strife
Everyone should be born free and have a right to their rights;
GOD-granted rights, not given or taken for mankind's delights
May we cease from causing fear and fright
May we not stall to tear down these walls
YOU have opened every closet, leaving nowhere to hide
We must devise a solution to this our great divide
Maybe psychology has a point, but YOU GOD are totally right
It's deeper than brown, red, yellow, black, and white
We humans can be very cruel, feeble, and ever so evil
Hurt people really do hurt other people
We inflict the wounds that inflict us
We sweep onto others our own dust
We exercise our own desires and lust,
While pretending 'It's in God we trust'.
We engage in dialogue we love to discuss,
But we end up with more fuss and disgust
While I pray to YOU on this 7th day of August,
Arise and shine O GOD! Please restore all of us.
080720PS
Sight arrives first~
a spill of Mexican poppies
like molten gold across the
the Franklin Mountain foothills,
each petal swaying
in the desert’s slow exhale
Hearing follows~
the soft hiss of wind
threading through brittle grasses,
the faint click of stones shifting
under my boots,
and somewhere far off,
a quail calls
reminding me
solitude is never truly silent.
Touch wakes next~
sun-warmed air brushing my arms,
poppy petals grazing my fingertips
like small, shy flames,
and the gritty pulse of the trail
pressing its story
into the soles of my feet.
Smell rises gently~
the clean, sharp breath of creosote,
the earthy sweetness of sun-struck soil,
and the faint perfume of wildflowers
lifting from the fields
as if the desert itself
had decided to wear something soft.
And taste~
unexpected,
but there all the same:
the mineral tang of dust
on my tongue,
the bright edge of heat
settling in my throat,
the flavor of a landscape
that asks nothing
yet gives everything.
By the time I turn back,
the poppies glow brighter,
the mountains stand closer,
and every sense feels
a little more awake~
as if the desert
has quietly rewritten
the way my body senses
to the world.
A bore hole of fantasy once you dig deep in your mind
Ennui converts into Feng Shui
All you need is a dustpan and brush to sift through your pain
Some archaeological DIY tools
Become a geologist and mine your very own thoughts
Explore tedium and lassitude malaise and confusion
Search for gold dust among the ruins of weariness
Forage for contentment meaning and reason
Beware of alchemy and doomed prophets hanging from false ceilings above
Precious ink from your fountain needs time to sink in
Loneliness bears the potential for solitude and completion
Side effects are intended results
Submerge yourself in an ocean of unlimited reflection
Dive carefully but you must take the plunge
Hold your breath when you reach the sediment of your emotions
But decompress your melancholy sorrows
The anchor of hope awaits the mariner draped in sea weed and love
An octopus guides to an eight fold noble path
I am not drowning but waving in private resolve gratitude and peace
At times upside down but buoyant as a kite in the sky
03rd March 2020
morning rhythm is interrupted
debris from the ceiling falls on her last used paper plate
i wake up with an six month odor with no hygiene whatsoever
i care not for my job, my bills, my family, or even my life
no i take no drink
no i take no drug
no i have not a thought of suicide
i just think of her in a trance of oblivious carelessness
i am a hoarder via unknown circumstances....(but i know)
afternoon distortion is welcomed
dust from the air tickles the sensitive hairs in around my nostrils
i just sit anywhere thinking of her without regard for consequences
yes i blame her
yes i blame myself
yes i merge the two on purpose
i just miss the hell out of her in that manly way that constipates the tear ducts
i am the main public enemy number one of myself....(and i know)
nighttime disorientation is oddly celebrated
i say my prayers inadequately with a false hope masquerading as a source of faith and truth
i just lay in the bed pretending the water stained ceiling has a skylight in the middle
no i have no dream
no i have no nightmare
no i have no insomnia
i just wish her was here healing me with her divine guarantees
i am antagonistic fool with paintbrush splinters, a broken easel, and a deflated ego....(i never knew)
Your Brown Jar of Honey
I knew and you knew that if I listen to Unchained Melody
I would have given up on yesterday
Without the praises, the disappointments
Those long, long sighs
During moments of passion
Our Love was superficial in comparison, until
I saw his face in my dreams
Suddenly, the sweet Gheorghe Zamfir
Unchained Melody spoke to me, I became
The Greek Goddess you never heard of
I am free.
My last sigh, our last embrace
Has curled into dust bunnies
With only one reminder
Your brown Jar of honey, untouched
Sticky and outdated like
Your attempt to seduce me
Those negligees you once loved
The color fades like yesterday tears
Everything in this world that we once shared
Seems so unreal, I am free, free to love
With each breath, with each melody, the intimidation
We were everything, I welcome those nights
However, I am now the Brave heart of my soul
My fear has subsided, my smiles long overdue
A new secret reveals. Close all doors