Excavations Poems - Poems about Excavations

...Of the JOURNAL I hold in hand, pages flutter with the breeze... for I'm lost in its words, I'm lost to the distant seas. O voyager who scribed the tale, whom did you meet and what did you see?......

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...In the temple of my soul burn words misunderstood, The secret bell of my hope tolling dimly in the echoless temple, How I wished to sift the hidden meanings, And to lay upon your altar achievement......

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...I went cruising to Norway with my wife across the North Sea We travelled the route the Vikings took but with added luxury Our first port of call was Stavanger, it was nice to be on dry land A town......

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...I always seem to end up here, shuffling along the river, soul deep in its waters. I wallow for a while like an old, crusty animal, trying to rid myself of the usual parasites. These pests g......

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...The old cranes, arthritic with rust, bathe their long shadows in the river. Iron sinews that pulled and strained to lift load after load of scrap now dangle loosely from redundant arms. An eerie......

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...A big concern during excavations from granite hillsides is just keeping limited mishaps near observed palladium quantities, reacting swiftly to utility vehicles wanting X-rays yields zeroed.......

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... Reflecting on Stonehenge Ancient mysteries Neolithic man left behind Their enlightened thought suggests heaven and earth are twin powers harnessed through astronomy Standing stones s......

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...Excavations expose stunning skulls of history, Where-around emblazoned scripts cultures and creatures; Minds of human beings and their mass mystery, The whole lot that surrounds them with all true......

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...in the screen door a small hole corruption forms its disorderly queue black fuzzy questions marks walk on segmented legs spindly limbs pry into disrepair lay ......

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...The Love Song Of Shu-Sin loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Darling of my heart, my belovéd, your enticements are sweet, sweeter than honey. Darling of my heart, my belovéd,......

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...The 1960's were pretty freaky The British invasion pretty sneaky Old Guard politics pretty creaky (America's favorite dessert a Twinkie) Folk singers and protest songs pretty cheeky ~ Bob Dyla......

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...Footprints in sand, indelible till the tide comes in, reliable impressions, etched, embedded, enveloped to form an album of traces: crab hole excavations, scurries of hurrying birds, seaweed tw......

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...Dawn unfurls Heat in new light; Earth awakes ~~~~~~~~~ Poignant sanctuary Whisper of healing; Wisdom abides ~~~~~~~~~ Laughter thrills Zesty humour loiters; A brand new page ......

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...Ann-Marie Tombs for teeth stuck out On stocks overhanging A trembling lower lip the Impression of permanent snivel Impeding would-be normal childish speech Should such a thing ever have been......

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...Disappearance  Like delicate snow that melts  in the midst of our breathe  Can you feel the heat of what we say taste sexual precipitation When our tongues drag across  sensuous excavations  d......

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