Excavators Poems - Poems about Excavators

...He walks without footsteps; no stranger he greets His bowed head unseen; he’s the man who won’t speak He fails to acknowledge those using the park And then there’s his manner… a strange shade of d......

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...Painting the music on a bow The lure fashioned a form The engine and a circuit A pinning of a crucial phenomenon A policy by allowance A permission into wheat Each probable wind opportunity for......

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...Tomatoes are red and perishable as are roses, Specializing in their trade takes a heart. Eggs are fragile,as are glasses, It is not easy to hawk them around. Honey is sweet but comes from a far. ......

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...Ensure you allude to all that has been recorded. Every creature that has lived inside the rocks. A long-forgotten former planet has appeared. Awareness arises as we break the padloc......

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... The excavators are all out, digging deeper into my soul Scavenging to find the last remains of gems, oil or gold My life is put aside, as they only search things of worth With all my resources......

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...In the Great War’s aftermath a handful survived, though seven billion had perished. Time to excavate a country’s history arrived and much speculation had been nourished. Survivors sought sign......

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...McGee and Finn where working again performing some road repairs Across from a place of constant disgrace A den of sorted affairs Soon comes by, a Jewish Rabbi And after the coast seemed clear, ......

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...1st amendment atrocities Secondary nature Pound for pound They scream above holy lungs Of righteous contradictions As humanity continues to dry-hump “social” media, Their sedentary psychiat......

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...Hereafter in the times of tomorrows yesterday, Came the development of an exhilarating Christmas holiday. Sometime earlier than the prese......

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...I woke up drenched in your affluence. A lonely thread distending out of me, you had been at work again. The ever clever tailor of my fervor. My skin cried colors that I had seen in your eyes, ev......

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