Best Excavates Poems

Dawn flings a face
All darkness flees;
Birth of new day

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That Old Man once thought:
"Poetry is not viable..."
Who can eat poems

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In our twilight years
Even time is suspended;
Marionettes know best

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Love is a good excuse
When things go right;
Consider the alternatives

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In my house
I live life brief;
Time excavates my soul

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Haiku soapbox...

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a fallen pine log:
        red-cockaded woodpeckers
taps their lost fair well





****The Red-cockaded Woodpecker has less than 1% of its original population. They make their home in mature pine forests, preferably long leaf pine,  which have been drastically reduced...

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What's in writing?
What makes one to author something from the absolute scratch?
What is the science of this art?
Is it just the perceptible version of the human thought or something-deep lies within this solemn form of art? 
The little magic of letters, the funny games between...

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A sizable portion of my life
I've passed, slobbering over
The antagonistic ashes
Of an untruth.

Years down the road,
By accident, I exposed;

Though this untruth,
Was deeply entombed in my psyche,
Via a mental backhoe,
Satan periodically excavates it
Sans a spade....

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How can I explain,
my guilt, my fears, my pain;

With every breath I suffocate;

My heart, my soul,
 I Ache...

There's no tomorrow,
only today;

My past represents,
as it excavates;
I Ache...

Pain so deep, soul so shallow,
sadness swallows me,
leaving me hollow;
I Ache...

I scream from within,
yet I show no fright;
My souls on...

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A tiny Egyptian is slowly destroying
the tombs of the great pyramids.
It excavates and delves
and we know not why?

Some blame the Scarab beetle
but ii, as we all know,
just roles mucky balls around
no,
this beetle is smaller
smaller than a polyhedron pimple.

The insect worms through
hieroglyphics with such focused determination
that...

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Winding road uphill
Surprise awaits;
Mountain view

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Heatwave chokes
Strangles pulse;
Still air heavy

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Calm stillness
Temple echoes;
Stillness pervades

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People gather
Prayer festival;
Two worlds meet

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Hallway echoes
People pickle;
Sweet-sour vintage

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Uneasy room
Words fumble;
Loneliness excavates

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Dreamy distance
Broken bridges;
Mellow zeros

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Happy looks sad
Funny senses;
Empty echoes

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Sad moments
Pain exfoliates;
New chapter starts

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Lovely patterns
Zen garden etchings;
Less floods more

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Haiku recluse
Senryu lines slot;
Murky senses

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Glyphs abound
Signals lost;
Meaning fades

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Flowers...

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Day comes too soon
Night runs away --
Dreamy visions cease



Influenza bout
Drowsy knockout;
Stuffy coarse throat



No matter what
Day ushers gifts:
Appetite craves more



Blurry eyes
Confront light rays;
Brightness irritates



Groggy and sore
Headache galore;
Do I need more?



Two sparrows stand
Balcony rail outburst;
A Valentine's song



Word-pulse in waves
Electronic beams;
Cyber poetry



Deliver me
From harsh refrain;
Conflict sits in



Testing times
In...

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Off in the misty distance
I hear a hungry woodpecker
Hammering with his head.
This omnivorous, opportunist
Breaks the silence of the morn
With his rat-a-tat-tatting
As if knocking on a door.
His persistent pecking
Will end with success
When he excavates
The hapless insect
A meal deservingly gained
But the silence won’t remain
Because he'll begin all...

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Against the side fence,
four long planks of wood
ascended like steps supported
on pillars of old red bricks 
serving as a stand 
for my Grandmother's collection 
of potted plants.
Cuttings from exotic species gifted
by friends, passed down family heirlooms 
harboring memories of past lives,
feathery ferns and plump bellied...

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there is an afterlife in these high branches
spirit bears
watch as tracks appear and
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THE WORM

        In the gloominess of the night
      or in the brightness of the day
        the worm a flood pillow
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That girl you don't get.
That simple game of pretend.
That lovely voice of symphony.
A Melody,
meaning more to me.
Descending much truth I can't deny.
Her mystery her golden eye.
Her sober pride a bird of prey.
So hidden desires now begin to fly.
This lioness seductive powers stretch far beyond the...

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Written: May 1st, 2024 For Unseeking Seeker Contest
Rumi Quote: "The beauty you see in me, is a... magnet, stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion"

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there is an afterlife in these high branches
spirit bears 
watch as tracks appear and 
                              ...

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