Diggers Poems - Poems about Diggers

Outside my office window, is a field with a canal running through it, Today people have turned up with diggers and dumper trucks and are digging the field up bit by little bit. Oftern barges slowly and gently go with the flow and casually moor there, But now with all that equipment just to go ashore they have...

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A collaboration with Alfonso II Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris - Permission to do so kindly granted. *+*+*+* Gold Diggers in Danger When gold digging beware of those wild dogs Who hide behind Hindu statues of Gods If you look away, I’m sorry to say You’ll be jumping around like leaping frogs. Beware of those dogs also hogs and bees Bees will sting...

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I saw two gold diggers chasing  by dangerous dogs. Hidden behind the hindu golden statues of gods. Screaming for help, some people came to help them, One dog caught one gold digger and bitten her bottom Dogs' owner blamed by one driver who carried goods. April 21/2023 Written for Bite size contest No.62 poetry contest Sponsored ...

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The diggers looked around As they marched over the ground Of the Menin Gate at Ieper town And their chiseled names shone brightly down When they passed through the arch of glory As the nightly bugle sung their story They were laying across the battlefields Still holding ground they refused to yield And will be forever with their mates As they stand...

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They lean upon their shovels smoke a Marlborough, keep away from the mourners, always shovel ready. Even the utility hut is hidden yet ready, it’s back where the graves peter out into headless mounds. Theirs’s not the burden of loss, nor are they tasked by grief as the undertaker crew are. Swift, and professional, they resist swapping vulgarities until the work is done; just fill...

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Death makes its appearance regularly. They lean upon their shovels smoke a Marlborough, keep away from the mourners. Always shovel ready. Even the utility hut is hidden yet ready, it’s back where the graves peter out into headless mounds. Theirs’s not the burden of loss, nor are they tasked by grief as the undertaker crew solemnly do. The best are...

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They gathered together thinking it’s not right To charge for mining permits with gold in sight So they gathered together at the Eureka Stockade And armed themselves in their righteous crusade Each digger stood by the Southern Cross flying true And gave the oath vowing to defend each other too “We swear by the Southern Cross to stand truly by each...

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The warrior stands on one leg in the sun And watches the British fleet drop anchor These strange white men raise their flag And the warrior’s land is stolen from him Over the years they say the warrior is lost But when Australia marched to war The warrior stands tall again standing tall As a Digger wearing the rising sun. © Paul Warren...

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Should I see whats in his pants or check out his size. Does he appeal to my eyes. Can i tell how much money he makes from the kind of car that he drives. If I give him the puss and leave would he break down and cry. I'm just an angel in disguise. Do i feel the rhythm do...

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There was a young man who Size Caused dames to tremble their Thighs Swoon-- their names when he called It and syncopate at the sight of his.... Wallet!...

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Beneath the full moon's illumination, two darkly dressed Figures are quietly digging, gentlemen collectors, of the Cadavers of the undead, desecration's henchmen of Greed’s loosened purse strings, murders of the dead flesh Trade. Grave diggers for hire, the fresher the body, the more Coin is made, Burke, and Hare always say, cash only on delivery! What will it be Sir Professor of...

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Sookie said (as she stood at the tee), "Though this golfing is boring to me, Its odds can't be beat. Of golfers I meet, for each woman, the males number three!!" For the Limerick Contest of Carolyn Devonshire *Note: Female golfers number fewer than 23% in this sport. With the many doctors and lawyers that seem to enjoy this activity, I can't help...

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LETS NOT CRY FOR THOSE WHO ARE DEAD AS EMOTIONS ARE BURIED IN THE GRAVEYARD LONGING FOR LOVE IS FUTILE PALE AND FRAGILE I WISH THOSE BLUE EYES TO BE MINE FOREVER ALAS ! DREAMS ARE THE ENEMIES OF DAYLIGHT MOONLIGHT IS CONCEALING MY THOUGHTS INSOMNIA IS GRIPPING MY VISION WAYWARD THOUGHTS CULMINATES AS MY LOVE POEMS ARE CHAINED IN PRISON… Redfiery 2011...

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Grave Diggers Bury me bury me deep deep in a hole a hole with sides so steep leave me there there in the dank and dark to ponder darkly on the sadness besetting all those who’s home and only window is the light rimmed edge of a hole Leave me as you have left me toss me your crusts of pity stand by the brink with your sermons to help...

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They unjust no mercy nary mercy a mercenary no loyalty but gold hidden soldier of fortune different kind of payment recieved........

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