Long Dusters Poems

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...

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They came for the Gypsies, 
The time tribe Romana's grand Gypsy trust 
To manifest in feasts of fear, horrific best, 
The Crucifixtion as a culture test 
Is sycophanted phallic prophecies; 
Mixing spells where river's dwell...

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Thanks, you sat like a good boy.
For, once you bleached all the clothes 
When you tried to wash them.

Thanks, you didn't do anything for the whole long day.
For, once you tried a hand in cleaning...

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Somebody special just rode into Northfield,
Somebody famous and bold,
Long linen dusters concealing their pistols,
They’ve come to steal all our gold.

James boys and Youngers, they’re up from Missouri,
Riding so slow into town,
Mighty warm welcome in South...

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Country girls are a special breed
Their love is straight from the honeycomb
The simple life is all they need
For love is the heart of their home

Sacrifice resides in their DNA
Their work is never done
Tender hearted is...

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In the classroom of life’s lessons
My hand raised to answer and I choke
The green board became white
I stood up facing the class and I shrunk
Far to the back to learn anything new
The board dusters erased...

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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...

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Monstrous rabbits often visit sea turtles with a view to drinking vast amounts of salted tea located within shells. Oh see how wise that horse is reading encyclopedias seated in it's wicker chair. If branches...

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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 heroes don't ride horses
They sip drinks and...

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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,...

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There are all sorts of pupils in my class
Class management is becoming a nightmare each day

There is Shakespeare in my class
When asked questions he talks in riddles and proverbs

I have Ronaldo in the front seat
Once...

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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...

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The sun rose in bouquet of sunflowers
It shone effervescence into the silent night
The moonlight and the stars where excused
The mood of the weather bliss
The smile of the wind blew a kiss

The seeds took to the...

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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 need of no revamp to replace all that’s...

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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
knuckle dusters
Deodorant like...

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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 own--handbags,
Americana wreaths, and jewelry--
my...

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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 calves dancing in the sun,
And chartreuse baby leaves pasted...

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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 disposition
reeked nervousness, clamping a chest distraught
No diversity, glared their position
Such eyes...

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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 puff drags his crew,
Of dust devils, sands from last year’s blew,
Children’s legs chaff amid...

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