Short Dusters Poems

School black boards,
No dusters!...

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If I could design my garden pests, I would have pink tobacco hornworms
Rainbow striped lady bugs, and bees carrying dusters instead of stingers
The faeries would wipe their feet on my dahlias and call me Trixie...

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Down south of a dirty delta town
after double-winged dusters sweep low
White hats, bent backs and bloody hands
sway to the rhythm of summer snow fields
Backed by a choir of ten thousand crickets
reaching up to touch heaven with a song...

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  Who would do that?
  Lamps, shades, and floors,
  But nothing more!
  Do the Dam Dusters have a union?
  Or are they hired by the slice?
  Since filling in between is part of their life.
  In fact, the Dam Dusters are well known,
  Around the dams in our home.
  Whatever they do,
  Seems to work.
  No leaks today,
  Not even a squirt!...

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My mingle-mangle mismash mixed bag of stuff
Is a pastiche, potpourri, patchwork of remnants rough
The accumulation of this junk was not so very tough
Feather dusters, ink wells, rulers, silver links of cuff
Pincushions, a beaver tail, old Spice, smelly snuff
Nails, shoe polish, tape, puffer that does not still puff
Potholders, elf statue, rags to give car a buff
Petrified cinnamon roll, please don’t give me guff....

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You hear them before you see 
The droning engines growling easily 
They burst onto me post haste
For there is no for time to waste

The hot summer sun and wind
Has meant a fire without a friend
Burning on the Kangaroo Isle
As the crop dusters battle from above with style

These battles are waged by the brave
As the fire spreads in wind swept waves
For the summer sun can be an enemy
To be kept in check and not let be free.

© Paul Warren Poetry...

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