Excavates Poems - Poems about Excavates

... Against the side fence, four long planks of wood ascended like steps supported on pillars of old red bricks serving as a stand for my Grandmother's collection of potted plants. Cuttings......

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... Written: May 1st, 2024 For Unseeking Seeker Contest Rumi Quote: "The beauty you see in me, is a... magnet, stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion"...

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...A tiny Egyptian is slowly destroying the tombs of the great pyramids. It excavates and delves and we know not why? Some blame the Scarab beetle but ii, as we all know, just roles mucky balls ......

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...there is an afterlife in these high branches spirit bears watch as tracks appear and vanish men who walk around trees become women but only when the tree is ......

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...there is an afterlife in these high branches spirit bears watch as tracks appear and vanish men who walk around trees become women when the tree is old e......

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...THE WORM In the gloominess of the night or in the brightness of the day the worm a flood pillow excavates !......

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...That girl you don't get. That simple game of pretend. That lovely voice of symphony. A Melody, meaning more to me. Descending much truth I can't deny. Her mystery her golden eye. Her sober pri......

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...Winding road uphill Surprise awaits; Mountain view ~~~~~~~~~ Heatwave chokes Strangles pulse; Still air heavy ~~~~~~~~~ Calm stillness Temple echoes; Stillness pervades ~~~~~......

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...Dawn flings a face All darkness flees; Birth of new day ~~~~~~~~~ That Old Man once thought: "Poetry is not viable..." Who can eat poems ~~~~~~~~~ In our twilight years Even time......

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...Day comes too soon Night runs away -- Dreamy visions cease Influenza bout Drowsy knockout; Stuffy coarse throat No matter what Day ushers gifts: Appetite craves more Blurry eyes Confront lig......

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...What's in writing? What makes one to author something from the absolute scratch? What is the science of this art? Is it just the perceptible version of the human thought or something-deep lies within......

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...How can I explain, my guilt, my fears, my pain; With every breath I suffocate; My heart, my soul, I Ache... There's no tomorrow, only today; My past represents, as it excavates; I Ache... Pain ......

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...A sizable portion of my life I've passed, slobbering over The antagonistic ashes Of an untruth. Years down the road, By accident, I exposed; Though this untruth, Was deeply entombed in my psyche, V......

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...a fallen pine log: red-cockaded woodpeckers taps their lost fair well ****The Red-cockaded Woodpecker has less than 1% of its original population. They make their home in mature ......

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...Off in the misty distance I hear a hungry woodpecker Hammering with his head. This omnivorous, opportunist Breaks the silence of the morn With his rat-a-tat-tatting As if knocking on a door. H......

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