Archaeologist Poems - Poems about Archaeologist

...Tutankhamun, a small bird of prey This pharaoh of Ancient Egypt Akhenaten’ son and his sister “the Young Lady”. Alas! Alas! Alas! Ay that was the name of his vizier His minister or favourite H......

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...Writing a good poem Is like creating something exquisite Out of shards of random rubble. Inspiration is the mysterious impulse that moves a poet To articulate them into something wonderful. In o......

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...the archaeologist stood on the original floor above her was laughter loving and war the archaeologist stood at the foot of a pit beside broken lepers and gentlemen sit the archaeologist ......

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...it was a day not unlike this one when an archaeologist … sore knees … paint brush … Friday fingernails held my earthen skull in his hands and spared me a thought his dirt-stained eyes filli......

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...He wrote poems that were indicative of blueberries soaked in vinegar. He wrote of the shadows between light and dark, but mostly he counted the gray hairs of thinning memories. The more he ......

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...Dinosaur has been long forgotten And so the truth They are all hidden in the fossils Of the olden days Away from this century Archaeologists come up with fossils But deep hidden truth still not......

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...when nothing else was going right and the shadows seemed to descend on everything I turned into a kind of nothing a perched nothing collecting voids a depressed archaeologist rummaging dust f......

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...I was a busy archaeologist, who enjoyed interesting and fulfilling work, And I was very intrigued, with the ancient sites where mystery lurked. My painstaking work caused me to travel, ofttimes ......

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.... 1~ She walked ~ faint footprints left behind A maiden's journey~a silent remind of long-ago days in deerskin dress A shelter of skins won under duress She walks w......

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...I am extinct, the way some pachyderms are while others are not. Ice fields turn to desert, wind-straws evolve into sun hats. An archaeologist wearing a straw hat discovers my skull. She cro......

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...I used to be an archaeologist, and minored in paleontology, had a job at a college and tenure, Dr. Bascomb was what students called me. I specialized much in the early years, the emergence of ......

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...I got caught up in social seizure And Everything was oblivious Till I flipped the coin for my pleasure My whole life was obitual I strived to undo the Apostrophe But my hated normal became ha......

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...The Monstrous Past I try to put the past to bed and tuck it up so it can’t escape I say goodnight and creep away, but it’s always by my side. I try not to look and hope it disappears, but it linge......

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...I write this down not knowing what to think, or how to make sense of what I went through, my name is Blake Jones, I was S.A.S., and everything that I write here is true. This tale tells how we ......

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...The Love Song Of Shu-Sin loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Darling of my heart, my belovéd, your enticements are sweet, sweeter than honey. Darling of my heart, my belovéd,......

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