Dirt Poems

Within the Dirt, Stars Form

Dusting the floor,
my broom wrestles
with the cobwebs lingering
from yesterday's sales,
all around the ceramics
the threads poke
in all directions,
I kick the dustpan 
and the dirt crystalizes 
in midair,

for a moment, it was beautiful. 

Sirius, bright as always but
Canopus, closely behind. 

The vacant moment 
stabilizes,
attuning gravity 
for the slightest
second.

The image painted its portrait 
onto the walls just as

We Burn Our Dirt

Our comedy shows are political discourse. The funniest are those of hypocritical nations- those elders that tell us what to do and deride us when we're not looking.We are certain that we will live long because the world is such a happy place. There are many things to laugh about. For example, people carve utopias

Dirt Devil

cone shaped it appears
     zigzagging across the sand
          the wind is its guide

Young on a Dirt Road

Black top was miles and miles away
Dirt road as far as you could see
The future just a minute away
Was everything you wanted it to be
Taking our time but not slowing down
Heads in the clouds, bare feet on the ground
Up with the sun, chasing the moon around
Dirt road living with a real country sound
The black top

A Hard Day's Night

I am a captive of these chores,
Clean dirt from windows, walls and floors.
Clothes washed to remove all the dirt,
Even the lipstick on his shirt.
There's no time to check if its mine.
Washing is done, dirt came out fine.
"A hard day's night", and when I die.
They'll throw dirt on me, where I lie.

Reach Down And Touch The Dirt

Reach Down and Touch the Dirt
How far will you take it?
How bad do you want it?
Work hard at all things you do.
With strong work ethics, just follow through.
Reach down and touch the dirt.
Be open minded and alert.
You have to suffer to grow.
Put in the work, be headstrong, let go.
Pick up the iron and never look

Dirt Driveways

Dirt Driveways

Who knew that dirt driveways lead to happy homes?
That Prince Charming’s white horse is really a black BMW.
That our kingdom would consist of his, mine, and ours.

Who knew that fairytale castles came in split-level houses with cathedral ceilings? That the beauty in the house comes from the twists and turns in the architecture. That

MY MYTH

I've got this taste
Always wishing for the best
Not to be better than the rest
But to better myself 
Just wanna live without stress 
But never to settle for the less.

My family never digress
Without giving me their best 
Even amidst the stress
They're always coming first 
Always picking me up from the dirt.

My family, my inspiration 
Always giving

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dry dirt road-car coughs and sputters

Dirt Road

We built this house
On a dirt road at the edge of the forest
And between two coyotes dens
So it’s hard to know if the howling at night
Is sibling rivalry or civil war
Serenade or sacrifice

The colonial maps and oral histories
Note nothing of the hawk shadows
That circle gopher families
Hiding in the shade and roots of pine trees
That have

Dirt

From the dirt we were made.
In the dirt we have stayed.
We were given a map
And from the path we have strayed.
We loudly complain
Every time we are hurt
And yet, for some reason
We all still stay in the dirt.

From the dirt we were made.
In the dirt we have played.
We have all heard the voice
Of Edward Hyde and

Graveyard dirt from asiL Marie Gargano

Enchanted Norse the dark place of dwarves trickery leaving graveyard dark from gargano graves formed in to spear heads making witch ornaments with light bulbs filled with forbidden black sand smuggled from Maui candle wax to see if asiL will appear wearing feathers of ash smudging walls wailing clawing talisman voodoo charms the hidden agenda

Pay Dirt

Extend once again,
stretching for licks of sunshine;
Intrepid pay dirt.

PS Atheists Get Your Own Dirt

Part I

Rock n Roll came through the slave trade
The Hippies and Moonies said “We’ve got it made”
“Rock n Roll sounds came from the jungle” [Lennon said]
The blues helped through the struggle
The rhythm and the movements of Hendrix
And now the movement in Spandex
“Music is used to manipulate the mind,” said Mason
And with music Crosby said “We

BLACKMAILER

You make me happy.
You are full of life.
You represent everything I need.
Please, call me mine.

These are my sweet, weak but effective lines to get through your walls;
they work like magic, always.

My first week with you will be soothing;
I'll take you to a paradise of ecstasy,
and you'll forget your worries.

Wait, give me a little time,
and I'll

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