Below are some of the best poems Dust Bunny Poems has to offer! Many of these are included in publications.
The Dust Bunny, the poem that inspired this site's name, is featured on the Home page.
King David and the Lion
(1 Samuel 17:34-36)
King David approached a sly lion
Who had the king's sheep up and frying,
“Hey, you gonna eat that?
You're getting pretty fat,”
Said he, with a grin, boldly trying.
For I Am But a Cloud
(featured in Parousia Magazine)
For I am but a cloud
Sailing calmly in the breeze,
Though the wind may not care
For the marvel it frees.
For today you shall find
A new painting in the sky,
But by sunset, I'll pass
With one last bid goodbye.
If there's one thing to leave:
Find the beauty in all.
For I am a mere cloud,
And my time will be small.
True Beauty
We lust after the vanity
Of the ones who gave us pleasure;
With the gift of our vain beauty:
A model’s walk of the eye's measure.
This beauty of outside seems great:
Is it not true that eyes deceive?
Our eyes are toward temporal beauty,
But souls our thoughts choose not perceive.
Our lives pattern perfect bodies,
But weren’t we stitched inside the womb?
Love’s purpose is not for hell’s deceit,
Beauty should not glue in this tomb!
You are the way you’re meant,
The plan that God set forth for you;
You’re a natural beauty perceived
By the real truth in a new hue.
The One Who Washes Feet
What a beautiful thing,
The one who washes feet,
Showing where true love meets
In every offering.
Not draped in power high
But in a towel low
Does God’s heart truly show,
In actions small and light.
To lead is to serve all
With a heart that is pure;
Love’s humble acts endure,
When selfish acts hold back.
One bending low to serve
To tend the least of these,
Lets God be thus increased
And show His heart of love.
Battlefield
The path of God’s a battlefield
Of holy and evil abroad;
Of light and dark that clash and wield,
The will and wrath of the true God.
With every step a choice is made
To follow truth or go astray;
In every heart, a battle waged,
To follow the only good way.
The angels sing a hymn of grace,
When the demons send out their lies—
But all who seek the Lord’s strong face
Will have a song, a battlecry.
March on, soldier; the fight's at hand:
And do not fear every stumble;
For God will send His righteous hand
To pick you up from the rubble.
Fragility of Life
As silent views pass on,
Life's fragile breath slips away-
It is in God's hands.
Echoes of all life,
Time's brute yet gentle hands;
Endings softly come.