Short Duller Poems

Cowboys and Indians in living color
  All the Injuns dying, nothing duller...

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Mr. Robert Mueller
There's no man duller
   Even the Dems are ready to bludgeon
   This underwhelming -- curmudgeon...

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The two mares owned by Mister Muller

One was dark and the other duller

But the one it was said

Was more a shade of red

That's a horse of a different color...

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Lines composed in dejection
of embarrassing rejection
have a tendency to be
even duller than the seeds
of Stalin’s rise to power,
and more ruthlessly taxing,
and on the psyche vexing,
than the whole of the Holodomor....

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Your Shadow...
Is dark in colour
Like black but duller
Comes and goes
Shrinks and grows

When around
It makes no sound
And whatever you do
It follows too

So when it’s near
Have no fear
It’s always there
Cause you’re a pair


by Ana Espinola Collins...

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At the end of my rainbow;
I see two birds flying slow

To the life of colour;
From the days so duller.

The rain, they survived
The dreams, they revived

And with the love so strong;
They sing the duet for long. 

Dated 19th January 2016...

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If you could only choose one color what would it be ?

If I could only see one color 
That would be such a bummer 
I wouldn’t be able to see all the pretty colors of summer
Life would be so much duller without color
All the multi colors of summer
Life  would just be discolored 
Without color...

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Nipped the brush, picked the paint, let the canvas fill
Oh my crush, like a saint, keep your head still
Let me first, draw the sketch, what a cute face!
Body next, let me fetch, lovely gaze and grace
Lines are made, streaks of color, your portrait is good
Bit of shade, made it duller, a monkey in woods....

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Poetry turns from the common man,
Turns on its arrogant heel,
Stalking away toward the cloistered academe.

Nothing is duller or deader than
Poets unable to feel
Love—or compassion, or dream the lofty dream.

Thus poetry turns from you, from me,
And talks to itself, indulgently,
And nobody hears. Quite understandably....

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Long blonde hair brushes her soft shoulders -- yellow roses
  Rich ruby lips parted in a sensual smile -- red roses
Dazzling white teeth gleaming so bright -- white roses
  Lavender eye shadow, hint of excitement -- purple roses

Her bouquet of features, flowers' explosion of colors
  ~ No lover would say that hers are duller...

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This light were much the duller
Embellishment by far
When set against, antipathetic
Of what seemingly mar;
For those shadings, tree-blown
In the woody storm-thrown.

In one, who so pretending
To be perfect always
A smirk, a sour-faced contrast
Could enliven my days!
Refreshing, if fearsome walked!
And if finally balked!...

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Winter perennials lavished with hope
under layers of crisp snow
waiting their turn 

Spring perennials hope to be noticed
duller than annuals
but more dependable and loyal

Summer perennials outlasting the annuals
proudly soaking up morning dew
last men standing

Fall perennials going away gently
giving their seeds gladly
easy like trees...

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Why can't I write a poem
    'bout every shade of color
   kaleidoscope sunsets and brilliant blooms 
     Why's my imagery so much duller ... 

  Why can't I write a poem 
    'bout steamy love affairs
  where breathless paramours explore
    locales no eagle dares ...

  Why can't I write a poem
    in metric symmetry
  Well, I know why ~ If I did that
    I'd lose my identity...

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I can't think of anything duller
than brown, no one's favorite color

Who wears a brown-colored suit
Must be a curmudgeony old coot

Search high and low for slacks that are brown
You won't find them in any store in town

And when did you last see a fine brown hat?
---on a soldier for camouflage in the midst of combat?

Yet when selecting a new dining room set
Deep, rich brown is your very best bet...

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And the time stood still,
As I wore a crown of Daffodil

Laying beside you,
 Among the grass covered with dew.

Listening to your heartbeat,
Remembering the day we met.

Watching the sky change color,
And becoming it duller.

Enjoying the beauty of nature,
And wondering if you were a stranger.

Even though you are not really present,
I am enjoying the very moment.

In the world of my imagination,
But not under the effect of hallucination....

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When he was just a baby
Upon his mama's knee,
He was smaller than an elephant,
And larger than a flea.

And when he was some older,
And had to go to school,
He was duller than a genius,
And sharper than a fool.

Then, when he was a young man,
In the prime years of his life,
He was younger than his mother was,
And older than his wife.

Now that he is middle aged,
He's really very glad
To be older than his grown-up son,
And younger than his dad....

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Forget Me Not

Forget me not when petals drop
or when succulent fruits decay,
though their energies dissipate
their existences are recalled,
on duller days when seasons change
and a brighter picture desired.

Forget-me-nots placed in a vase
sit on a pedestal table
in front of a boudoir’s window
placate the abandoned spirit
in times of melancholy stress
with heartfelt cherished memories.

Forget me not when petals drop
or when succulent fruits decay.
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On rainy days when I was young
And things could not get duller,
I’d take my Venus Paradise
And I’d begin to color.

The pictures all had numbered spots
You’d fill in one by one
And when the scenes were colored in,
Your masterpiece was done.

The pencils came in varied hues
To match the sketched-out action.
A finished drawing gave to me
Tremendous satisfaction.

If you are of a certain age,
You’ll know of what I speak,
For Venus Paradise today
Is likely an antique!...

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As morning breaks gently, night goes to sleep.
deep blue sky reminds me of the colour
of your eyes as you left, begin to weep,
you fade, horizons become much duller,

ripples create visions on calm waters
mist dances, swirling spiritual soul
reflects silhouettes, distorting borders,
you broke my heart, unable to console.

now sad day turns into a dark cold night 
futureless, endless grief, total despair 
no longer my director, leading light,
life's hard, uncompromising, so unfair....

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