Archeologist Poems - Poems about Archeologist

... An early wintry storm hit late last night on this date, September 11th, 2035. There was strangeness in the air like a stale aftermath of partying. Frigid. Strange that people still celebrate Freed......

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...I wonder How far we’ll go So desperate for heroes who are first Criminal enterprises Romanticized as rebels Lies wrapped in a maybe-he-could-make-it-all-better? From what? To what? We do no......

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...They’re not human, not even humanoid These creatures' presence in our archeological history Once considered a naturally occurring phenomenon But only recently discovered otherwise And were on......

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...Santa clause get me hope for xmas, since its hard for my mind and heart to hope again. Magicians perform me tricks to overcome ths dissapointment and shock, I jst can't bear no more. Scientist discov......

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...was this text part of an ancient scroll? the meaning was clear to no one the beauty is in the ambiguity of the piece I stared at the other archeologist what did he mean by this? Was he covering ......

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...Some said it was a monster, a strange creature Something prehistoric, something unnamed now I said “horse” every time I saw it For it rushed like a horse with her mane flying They brought in ex......

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...A time to rake; to search embers, to pore over resurrected, fire-damaged relics. On an ancient shore driftwood, fagots, and reeds are heaped up onto a pyre of time. After the fire there is ......

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...A time to rake; to search embers, for fingerprints and the scorched optics of the scattered and blind. After the violence, fagots, and reeds are heaped up into pyres, but first the sorting, t......

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...I stand aloof of time trying to shape a new path for the next journey to start. I wasn’t sure where to begin so I detach myself from everything and my spirit start to sing a woeful hymn. It wasn’......

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...Star-Gate is illusive, as Genesis is evasive EL-OH-AOW-ARE-U, can this be true... "first human words" In Earth's beginning, we begat to know, *WHOM* was this keeper of our Star-Gate... wh......

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...Then: naïve, sheltered, shy what i thought i wanted to be - an archeologist, Barbizon model (no proclivity), a writer, a psychologist, a mom, a wife Now: brazen, talkative, traveller,......

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...A Harlem hoodlum, (albeit respectable)... ready for night time in bedlam after swallowing me favorite dram, cuz reasonable rhyme resembles flimflam. Whiling away his time playing solitaire.........

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...A hoodlum, (albeit respectable) in bedlam whiling away his time playing solitaire... November second two thousand and twenty fast approaching the final countdown With less than twenty four, t......

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...History fascinated us From the hither and the beyond Kings and Queens Tutankhamun His curse His life His youth Would I have ventured into that tomb? Had I been an archeologist? On that d......

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...I have a shark's tooth Found under the soil not so deep In my Kansas yard. I hide it from others so they will not ruin My illusions about it. I feel it is from a fierce and mighty shark Who ......

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