Short Dun Poems

last summer is done
a dun autumn is welcome
leaves in cyclic mood...

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last summer is done
a dun autumn is welcome
leaves in cyclic mood...

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Fall
Cooler
Than summer
Chilly weather
Very dun brown trees
Autumn birds sounds
Doves finches
Wood like
Fall

Ninette poem
Alhemaidy Abdullah
Best lovely wishes...

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Lily Ly Dun, was an Asian beauty I once knew
Known around town for her yummy moo moo
Quite a few times
Her vistas I climbed
To put it gently, set my chengdu's askew...

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Lily Ly Dun, was an Asian beauty I once knew
Known around town for her yummy moo moo
Quite a few times
Her vistas I climbed
To put it gently, set my chengdu's askew...

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Bright
shines spring's
fledgling sun.
New blooms praise her,
inspiring élan.
Now effusive,
she conquers
winter's
dun.

4/7/2021
Written for Caren Krutsinger's "Spring Ninette" poetry contest....

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Mom mad
Dad sad

Cat spat
Yes, that!

Money’s tight
Dire plight

Work slow
Bills flow

In arrears
Dun appears

Extended date
Payment late

Credit score
Very poor

written February 27, 2022...

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               I close mine eyes
                it does not help

               I plug mine ears
                it does not help

            I peek in mine wallet

                       i see 
                  his little grin...

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Grams, She said
don't give me thm dead flowers
plae em by the tree~

Dun giv me no live flowers
Fer they will wilt wit me
Dun giv me naw dead flowers

I wan sumthin alive
Give me sumthin that movin like a sports car
LOL...

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Tak a swally wae mae will ye?
toast tae a life goan past
tae a wee lassie pure et last

Am no gonie lie
ets time fur her tae die..

So swally doon yer whisky son
goat a joab tae be dun

we'll fuk her err
wack er roon the heid
til she's deed
shes a bonnie wee lass nae 
mare...

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You are a bandage for the wounded,
for blooded sanguine offerings.
Hussain Grey for well routined soldiers
in the trench fields of Flanders
gallant to a point of duty

Grey I see you sulking,
cowardly marches
on weeping willow lined roads
cherished that only once
to storm away
unable to make amends
for your dun colour...

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SUPARI ka game ye hai(1)ibad ko kisi na kisi tareqay say goli khila dun
aur agar ye na kar sakun to(2)nafsiati masala bana kay summun bukmun
umyun wala injection lagwa dun aur agar ye bhi na kar sakun to phir(3)jado
jinnat aur dam darod kay bahanay chemical wala pani pilwa doun.Triple 3...
Note.Awam kay bal butay pay na khail....

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Beneath the burning skies I watched the sun,
Into the horizon it gently fell,
While clouds of dreams, their magic begun,
Enchantments woven in a dusky spell,
As sunset’s reds then turned to night’s own dun,
In paler light the moon sees all is well,
And destiny lingered to find her way,
As I watched the sun slowly set today.





Form: Ottava Rima...

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Dun hill donuts don't make na change make no scents smelly, stinky non Everffiecent relvelenct tech no manure stench
Come apart partly cleft ain't none sun bench
Can't support the door when it hangs below the floor
crist, krash, dung
Life at the odhouse pod


4/24/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©


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you enter the lair again
dun – colored
shrapnel was  on your lips

to hear your truth I lay down
the book
and look beyond the acid rain
falling after the explosion

the yellow flames still lapping
against the crater walls
jasmines were alive

dented memories wer climbing
on hills before you can unsee
the moon bleeding to death


Satish Verma...

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Yep.....No one dun told me...
About that puddle out front....
No body bothered to warn me..
The truth I'd have to hunt...
I stepped in the middle,
Expecting, of water, just a little....
Of concern, a mere piddle....
Suddenly hit by this natural riddle....
HOW COULD THAT PUDDLE,
BE 16 FEET DEEP?
I'll pass my life being befuddled...
Even when I sleep!...

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The Shadow and Light
Both come out to play
The Light at night, and
The Shadow at day.
Shade is good in the 
Day's hot, searing sun
And a single match
Destroys darkness’ dun.
And neither is good
Nor evil, I say.
For darkness needs light
As noonbright needs shade.

Be then both the light 
And the shade. Noontime’s blessing
And midnight's Great Bane.

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Written By Gail DeBole

There once was an owl whose loud hoot
Could frighten the fiercest of brutes.
A "whoo-t" of renown
Sent birds circling the town
To find out who did what when to whoo-t!

Note: Illustrated in the following two coloring books available on Amazon.com and other retail websites: Coloring within the Limericks and Coloring within the Animal Limericks...

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Nature looks weary abut the boom gate
Like a faithful prostitute dun for her pay
With hand on cheek, the other wave way

By ageless sky con beloving gaze
And Sam to Delilah, a giant betrayed
 In boneless bliss, made Achilles to heel

What fate the peep to me had brought? 
When time..., yet permits me to decide  
To crisscross between heaven and earth. 
©Yusuf, A.O.?...

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This book of botanical images
in sepia depict the petals, veins, leaves
of exotic plants.  Listed alphabetically are illustrations
with a reader's favorites’ marked with string;
carefully indexed, scientific, dun-drab
they conceal the dream of translucent petals,
leaves that reflect green light, adaptive roots.

In idle fancy, a dreamlike flower unfolds
upright from the page.

Suzanne Delaney...

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Surrendered breaths
Laid amidst balmy droplets 
Of harmony, as peace seeps
Upon the flickering, dun skin;
Body relaxed in lukewarm,
Glimmering water, as tranquility
Fills the room of warmth,

Water immersed with sensations,
As the essence of elation
Drenches the core of ardor and
Compassion;
Bathed within vibes of passion…

Slithering upon skin of gold,
Enthralled by the power of
The fantasized soul of 
Nonchalance…....

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The final springing of the year
May well decay, anon, I fear;
The sun could flaunt its dusk, for then,
I've marked my three score years and ten.

The morning's fire has lit my days
And led astray in many ways.
But twilight dun will trespass when
I glean my three score years and ten.

Yet sadness nil will ill my cheer
About the springtide of the year;
And should I pray, as e'er I sleep,
My three score years and ten to keep....

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Slate clouds stretch low
over urban rooftops,
sun’s hopeful warmth
vanquished:

	man with a limp
	pauses.
	his weary eyes,
	wary,
	survey that sky,
	grimy gangling
	fingers
	fidget
	buttons,
	wind biting through
	plaid jacket’s
	worn fabric;
	on, he hobbles
	behind
	shopping cart,
	cluttered and dull,
	left front wheel
	shimmying,

sere, dun leaves
and discarded wrappers
tumble, rustle
alongside
in the gutter....

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She sits above the rolling waves,
Her golden waves capture the sun,
The sunlight beckons wistful slaves, 
Enslaved their hearts are led to dun.

For her beauty entraps the soul,
The soulful songs she sings at sea
As eyes see her beauty cajole,
So cajoled they can ne’er be free.

And I, the poet, gave my art,
In artful words pleading for love,
But can love touch her wicked heart,
Or leave my heart her mourning dove?




Form: Wreathed Quatrains...

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When I met the Bard back in the day
he was only seventeen.
I introduced him to merriment
and showed him how to dream.

At twenty one I flew him
to where the dun cows roam. 
Where we sang the ancient songs
and cried the ancient groans.

The Bard was my companion
He captain, I first mate.
We spent each night together
with or without plate.

Although, forty years have go’n by.
We still sit blood shot, eye to eye.
He the man and I the rye....

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