Best Quarry Poems

Cut from the quarry of life, 
block by block by block
towed to haloed ground
cut and pasting 
pyramids of the mind
time after 
time after 
time....

To open a seam in the sky,
heart in the kings chamber
the soul in the queens
great lost limestone eyes
peering into the afterlife,
eating the...

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QUARRY OF MINDS
A college full of seasoned eminence
A home once taken as a place of negligence
But now she is favored in greatness
A college that is now loved and people nourish
And always and will it flourish
Your fragrance it’s lilies of bravado
It ooze me off to a...

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Everyday I shovel and rid some rocks
my super looks say this is a crock
he bats at my shovel
again I'm in trouble
thinks I'm stealing poop from his litter box.



12-03-17...

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Suits in the living room.
     Basket of fruit near the kitchen.
     The car's idling on the drive
     During last meeting's decision.

     Cheap cologne from the vendor.
   ...

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Self mutilation comes in many forms,
when I write, I like to dissect myself,
carve out bits of infection and toss 
them into a quarry made for self-
delusion. Maybe there they’ll find
what they need to heal, and grow strong
even if it is under a crazed,
and utterly false...

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Ashes afterlife, another elliptical ride behind the climb,
A course of strife, cursed by the past forward in time.
The wanderer of worlds step beside the tracks onto paths laid over tombs,
Malevolent, malformed, misconstrued by literature, words consumed.
Daylight is not bright, it's more like night with out...

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I want to cry sometimes 
Too afraid that I will lose my breath
Tackle a wall hard
It’s shrapnel beating against my chest
I want to scream yet it could possibly wake a beast
I don’t wish to hurt anymore
I just wish to be a better me....

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To Quarry 
   
  In a field lion, doesn't learn 
  silence of storm,hunger of steps 


  In a sea whale doesn't know 
  silence of tides, thirst of water 

  In a dark  Beast doesn't speak
...

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With my tempered determination,
I'm obscured from my destination
by scheming whispers striking malicious
at my spirit thrusting seditious.

The court remains a dutiful sort
as they track down competitive sport
with dogs mowing down the scent they place
to ensnare pests they wish to erase.

One whimpering whelp kicks in the dirt,
hiding...

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Is it that close to Halloween the gravestones asked each other.
For toward them was walking Dracula and his older mean brother.
A bit of blood was dripping from the bad brother’s mouth.
The gravestones were silent as they watched them head rapidly south.

Isn’t that where Empathic Witch...

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on the prowl,
           a big cat;
       hunger pangs.

        oh, the thrill 
         of the...

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Does your writing have a time stamp,
or an expiration date

Does it spoil in the open air,
does it falter at the gate

Will children still remember,
when they have grandchildren of their own

That what’s written once and meant to last
—those words made out of stone

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)...

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Now you are the quarry
Until then, You were hang up on yourself
You didn't  have due regard
Someone has rained on your Parade
Cant handle it

Your eyes have grown tired
have you a safe place to hide ?
Numb days
where are the residual of your friends
dividing the public
was your...

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Stone quarry
Stone quarryman
Stone worker
Quarry worker
Quarry labourer
Stone mason
Stone chisel
Cold chisel
Metal worker
Whitesmith
Silversmith 
Tinsmith
Goldsmith
Blacksmith
Wordsmith;
Black art
Word art...

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