Grubbing Poems - Poems about Grubbing

...What Of This Niggardly Miserable Earth What of this niggardly miserable earth this small plot awaiting a white tombstone when she cares and asks what is it all worth once enslaved a soul fades ......Read the rest...

...A building is not a home, Because it’s got a nice foam: There has to be some blood ties One can feel their truths and lies Or man and woman with rings That control their reckless wings… A bui......Read the rest...

...It is time to get fresh America, to be plucked wriggling out of that shining sea, a fresh baked humanity, moon-beam buckled. Pass no more pay-day-loans into the purses of the pawn-shopping poor, ......Read the rest...

... I heard a ‘dillo muttering, a-traipsing and a-bungling. I could not make out what he said, a-chattering, a-sputtering. He started rooting in the bed, a-grubbing and a-burgling. Then a......Read the rest...

...Your wealth could work against you When those around you are there for it Your early death is of inordinate benefit They then serve to facilitate the ending Those around are usually partners ......Read the rest...

..."The Maid's Kid" The boy saw his mother grubbing on her knees, Toiling like a mouse to get hold of the cheese. She works around the house, cleaning all the dishes, She sacrifices her n......Read the rest...

...I am cutting ties that I knotted to a faraway soil. Exiled no longer at the tiller of a long beached fishing boat that bobs only on the legends of ancient waves. Those fluent in soul-breathing,......Read the rest...

...The whole world I can measure in this cornfield. Why would I need to go to Indiana or Pennsylvania or Katmandu? Ohio is right here, and the rattling gold of the corn is here. Yes India......Read the rest...

... Life Is Written: by Miracle Man 3/7/2020 Life isn't only wildflower picking, but it's also about grubbing weeds. Which flourish during April showers, from seasons long past, and fal......Read the rest...

...Doctors (particularly biomedical engineers)... really trolley train hard to keep track of patients Eye tell ya we (spuds) pulled up stakes after four yar and zero scores ago living in Bryn Mawr......Read the rest...

...on change in that quiet place, faint amongst the soft chatter, the drizzle of little things hanging, or the operations of daily dispute; i’ve dipped down into the trough of self, indulged in ......Read the rest...

...(Any resemblance between said title, as told tummy by ya finch, and commander in chief,... not accidental, nor a cinch buttock hum posed on behalf of these bottom ming out fifty states, plus ......Read the rest...

...Utility companies are unforgiving. Relentless. Mean. Money-grubbing. Nasty. Then they add taxes. Dirty coal tax. Tuesday wash day tax. Dog scratching tax. Garbage day tax. Always addin......Read the rest...

...And when you wake up it’s a good time and you had the drugs yer! you spun them up searching for a good time seems to cost so much buying into a narcotic vein mixed with blood A tiny window d......Read the rest...

...I was working for Jack Daymond, a farmer, who farmed livestock, potatoes and vines. I s’pose he had over two hundred cattle. The spuds and the grapes grew in lines. Oh gawd! Jack had me slavin......Read the rest...