Digger Poems - Poems about Digger

By the time I get outside my dogs have disappeared I do some violent tapping with my ink pen against a chair Beau, the baby, comes running back to see what it is He licks my knees; he always licks my knees I am relieved, knowing he is not digging under the neighbor’s fence Beau is an avid digger He has...

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“If you put a really small value upon yourself, rest assured that the world will not raise your price." --Anonymous Hi heels equals low feels They can be uncomfortable So what’s the deal Bad in the long run For your hazel health Do you wear for them or for yourself Painted face masking you Dare I ask What you trying to...

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“Please, Sam stop!” “Why? Stan, Nope” “Yes, Sam Stop” “And just mope?” “Your shovel drop” “You can’t cope?” “Soon shall hop” “Means: no hope!” “Means: You Look” “A wound-Gosh!” “Marks just took” “All for dosh…” “Now, I bleed” “The grave feed “Bad Grave - sure “And wage poor,” “Me God save” “Every slave”...

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Spit fire and spin honey, the target-a wealthy man and his money. She has no other talent that qualifies, just the sum of what quantifies. She's got cause and family ties, under the guise of friendship and lies. Depending on time to line her pockets, she waits like a spider to sign the dockets. The honey it dries, the old man dies. It evokes such...

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Discussing the loud scary digger machine Because it is terrifying their children Badger takes the helm; he stirs them up Rabbits and hedgehogs are slow to get hot Squirrel is hopping around like a maniac, being squirrel. Blue jay keeps his opinions silent, listening to wren and finch. Poppies, wild rose and daisy keep their opinions for later....

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A beckoning hurt hand Something to understand And then try to withstand Or, else, vacate one’s stand… ‘’See, I’m badly bleeding, My ignorance pleading, That it be told the truth And nothing but whole truth About this grave of Ruth! That had caused Frank a tooth! ‘’Does grave wish to be dug? We could off the stuff shrug, I leave with what I have Cleanly...

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You got me but you failed to see me For you were looking for a jewel In my thoughts I shined brightly But you were digging for a well You broke my heart in two And made my spirit wander You didn't see how much I love you You only cared for your plunder Don't you...

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Don’t dare be A Gold Digger, Who pays like A Never one's treasures near While permitting no fear. Never either bestride a farm That didn’t weary your arm Nor try to closer go To any of its inviting row, For one should not at all experience charm Of what didn’t occasion one harm: To never dare reap What...

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A wealthy old man in his fifties, Loved a young girl he thought was just nifty. His friends didn't like her. They called her a piker. But the old man said she was just spiffy. He wished to marry the fraulein. Asked his friends, "Do you think she'll be mine?" I have plenty of money, And she's such a honey. Oh sure! Tell her...

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I stopped looking up at him standing so tall And I wondered how they stood to the end of it all When it was mud and blood that ruled the day And the cannon and machine guns held sway I felt I could see them standing watching me Laconically leaning on the wall now carefree For they had paid a price...

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I smiled invitingly, the screen Revealed woman of my ideal Russian silk beauty, pure, unseen Pillow lips, brush eyelash appeal I said I could serve her well, my earnings Would purchase nicest things of her yearnings I'll fly her here, get her spousal visa Her eyes alight, replied, "Sure... I'm Leeza" " I need a man on good...

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(A True Story) Now I grow older, and beauteous memories turn to weeds, this blood in my veins turn to water, like the shivering river cold desolate in the valley bleeds. Yet still on the hill rise I see 'Aunt Mary' her hair more golden by the day, when my memory returns and I think of September,...

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Shall I compare a summer’s day to thee in an effort to make lust seem profound, you’re hot, wanted, and can make men sweaty, but is it worth it when the sun goes down? Paying so much to go out on the town, at the nicest restaurants you have to eat, vacation at the ritziest sports around, reveling in being looked at...

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Digger from Oyster Bay There once was a digger from old Oyster Bay Who did the right thing on a very wrong day While taking a hike down a long winding trail Saw his daughter and mailman delivering mail Surprisingly on take your daughter to work day...

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Henry, an extraordinary excavator Would arrive there sooner rather than later. Using his big cat, When shown where it was at, He would dig you an enormous crater....

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