Short Dust Up Poems
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Threw the tea to the bottom of the sea
Calling themselves The Sons of Liberty
History changing dust up
Over a tax thought unjust
Intolerant of slightest tyranny
Steel blue sky
Sun glaring down
From a cloudless sky
Baking all things
Metal brands skin
Hot wind blows
Dust up in the air
Sweat rivers down
Thoughts of sweet wintertime abound.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Slowly take me and capture me with every touch and move
show me your every moves pull me closer
to every inch of your body shake out the rhyme in my hips
push it up to my lips rock me inside in out show off this
music of the movement in use give it the
beat in our hearts show it off much more
blow dust up in the air pop all rhyme all
around now i'am hip hop to your songs
A barefoot boy on an old dirt road
Kicking dust up as he went
His lips all puckered, whistling a tune
He was happy and content
He carried a bucket by the bail
Had a cane pole on his back
And under his arm, all wrapped up tight
Was a burlap gunny sack
“Where are you going with all that stuff?”
I asked as he skipped on by
“I’m headed down to the Jack-Knife Creek
To catch Crawdads for a pie”
i am inspired by your spirit
i am impressed by your passion
i am in awe of your presence
i am influenced by your fashion
you make me look in the mirror
and shake the dust up off myself
you make me really realize
that within me is a divine gift of wealth
for this i wanna thank you
for i once thought it all odd
it is an amazing sometimes the unexpected ways
that one discovers the amazing power of God....
I have you in my sight
Far behind those thorns
On a mountain so high
Between the devil's horns
Where a fake smile on my face
And heaven under my feet
Somehow seem out of place
For its you who causes my beat
Shall I rise and draw my sword
All crippled and face the beast
As I’m a pillar that carries my world
Shall I move and risk my seat
Let it fall to please myself
As I might forever perish?
Or let it dust up on a shelf
Obedient to the morals I cherish?
Form:
I picked it up and let it run through
Reddish brown and so dry too
Then I stood and looked around
The long drought had cracked the ground
The wind blew the red dust up high
Into the clear blue azure sky
In the distance the sea rolled to the beach
As the sun blasted the sky out of reach
I love this land god given and grand
Sun drenched and hard in God’s plan
It may be wind blown and red
But I’ll always be a proud Australian born and bred.
© Paul Warren Poetry