Archives Poems - Poems about Archives

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 only hinted at by geologist nuts Who believed Fairies had inscribed These strange triangles on the surface of Quartz crystals Not too far from the truth ... After careful scrutiny,...

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Dear Super Man, My name is Blippen Snickel of Duessie Commonens. I seek your knowledge of the CODA Atonal Scale Laser. Which will be sent to the planet Mars, on the Rocketship Trissel WL 20S. Might Black Manta and Solomon Grundy have there way. Dearest Superman one would warn...

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Tracking the archives of my history, Walking the paths I took a mystery. It started out when I was young, All those melodies I left unsung. Succumbing to all the wrong choices, Influenced by all the wrong voices. Losing control of my precious life, Replacing it with self-made strife. The ups, the downs, the ins and outs. The shames, the blames, the internal doubts. Cast...

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A poetical and impressive woman, Jacquetta Hawkes her name and Dr Christine Finn delievers a message to share with us all, the true essence of timeless fame. There she stands, Jaquetta Hawkes and her merry band, a glass of chilled wine balanced in her unique and graceful hand. She captures radiance, a beauty for all...

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In western skies, an eagle soars, at ease. Below, the curving Colorado flows, Winding its way through deep and dusty seas Carving canyon walls steep, through tracts of time. Twilight to twilight, its myriad moods Are freshly painted on those ancient walls Like rich frescos of reds and tans and mauves In syncopated colors, all sublime. The eons are borne by water and...

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AmI haveI willI doI as all been some will be with all the helping verbs from Ahman and Ricks in jr high in a timed collective to last a lifetime, I be a planetary legimate in my own entity as a human of this sphere/ball/planet? I didn't choose me, my name, birth, essence, means,...

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Let us walk in rain. What else was left common to both of us ? The death was toeing the line in neighbourhood. A paled memory wanted...

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In the archives of my mind Lie the thoughts that persevere As brambles in the woods Their briars bring a tear. A cry for what has happened What might have been but naught For all the disappointments, Mistakes, and "I forgot." The pain comes rushing forth Like a branding iron upon my skin Burning with the memories Of broken promises again. So often have I heard Of what...

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Fear of a mound, tumbling down on the half-buried, half dead archives of desires, comes like a stampede of hoops on my chest. I lie alone in a desert of insanity. From the sea of agony one drop of salted tear, the title of a wasted life, brings the blood stained truth. I want to wash my eyes again. To watch the autumn leaves falling on impeccable...

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As we approach the end of the 2000-2001 LMU school year, I can’t help but wonder why I haven’t gotten any smarter. In fact if I was to take one of those “smart tests” I would probably score the same number I scored last year. By “smart tests” I’m of course referring to...

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Simon – the protagonist. 18 – year old kid who just graduated from high school. Lives in middle class suburbia, no designated town, and an every-town sort of feel. Lives with his mother, his older brother. (Father has recently passed away...a year ago) Have a small number of friends, most of them through service groups. Very active in community...

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Suzanne – supporting character. 18 – year old who needed a job over the summer, and took the job at The dealership on a dare from her friends, who said she could never keep a job like that even if her life depended on it; needless to say she was quite insulted. Went...

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fatty big There’s something about humor that suffocates my soul ha- ha soul a frivolous statement that drowns out the *********** and leaves the lust in the un-boiled kettle of a winded self to be left and blown through another day with the completion of an undying element which silly people call love...

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That wretched pool of faith's undone, I watched suspiciously while thee not won unto a measure so involved in may faring's complacent strum! Oh then, my heart did beat it held the drum of thy bereaved mishandling, then stun it were a time in life ~ eternal's shun! That I did hold encounters to the Sun, this...

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