Dig Poems - Poems about Dig

(Lights dim/ A single spotlight illuminates a figure standing center stage/ A beat drops - a simple, soulful bass line/ The figure leans into the mic/ East Village cafe, brick walls whisperin' low, Steam rising from a cup of joe/ But it ain't the caffeine, no, and it ain't the joe, It's you, baby,...

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We stand outside the inn Arua is a kiln We crawl back in But we know no kin Mungu ni mukee! Bawls Pastor Paddy From the inside of a robot Mazarau's robot When we look outside and can barely view any clouds We know this is no place for normal sons of men ...

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Say, dig what I say Talkin’ bout a new jazz vibe/ Man, move over/ the Jazz Cookers are hittin’ their stride in the groove to stay alive/ Eddie Henderson/ Cecil McBee/ George Cables,Billy Hart and Billy Harper/ swingin’ harder jazz be flying/ downbeat, upbeat, man, count It off/ their soul auras are in the jazz notes they play/ David Weiss and Donald Harrison are fryin’ their...

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Who in truth we are, we know not, no wonder then, we are fear fraught, since it's certain we will soon die, reducing consciousness to naught. Save in moments when love draws nigh, we rarely reach bliss rapture's high, drifting rudderless in the void, nurturing thoughts that makes heart sigh. Day and night, by dark desires toyed, negating truths sung by Pink Floyd, we ponder...

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Sevens, Shovels, and Spades Dig, dig, dig. Black soil and stone Earth worms wiggle , Decay bones Dig, dig, dig, scatter seeds there Sprouting, searching sun and air Dig, dig, dig, To hide our dead Six feet under, body bed Dig, dig, dig, create new life Born of earth, Feed appetites Dig, dig, dig, Shovel and Spade Flowers grow from planted pain Dig, dig,...

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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 filling my empty sockets and for a speck of epochal dirt neither of us heard the sun...

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My beautiful diamond where have you been? Is it hard to search for you out and in? I know you're not in the sky, For you have no wings to fly Yet hiding in a place away from my face Is it too tough to reach to your place? I dig the earth, i plough the field Yet no sign of you...

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Dig in Deep, Poet 9/7/2023 ...

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Wrinkled clothes stacked near my ironing board will just lie there, completely ignored ‘cause today I’ll be groovin’. To the oldies I’m movin’ like a teen to the hits most adored....

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Are we unaware? of our awareness...

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Most games are well-grounded, To earthen goals they can defeat. While few rise above the horizon, With constant volleys they can repeat. ...

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Those magic moments we missed and are above can't dig the mine on us...

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playing in the dirt better than dessert fun toys starting to exert sweating through my shirt life’s joys don’t want to get hurt better stay alert whoa, boys! ---------- a Lai is a pretty easy 9-liner with 5a-5a-2b-5a-5a-2b-5a-5a-2b: https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/lai-poetic-forms...

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His nails have dug into his palms; they do that kind of thing. It's only when he's hearing psalms, and hearing others sing. "Oh why, dear God?" he says on Sunday, knowing there's no lord. "I do so wish to get to Monday, feel no longer bored." Yet he will know, when starting Monday, working now for six, the seventh day will be a Sunday...

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INFRA DIG The effect of time on sculpture is to patinate Albeit that such artistic skill may be innate The age of such treasures whether early or late May for most, be quite difficult to calculate Yet still makes focused minds concentrate Despite empty criticisms that can aggravate And so much academic fury will accumulate But still identify a new theory to formulate Perhaps...

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