Prospectors Poems - Poems about Prospectors

...Seasonal flows are flowing in sequence to a seasonal warmth A satellite hoovers like a distant cloud in an atmosphere which is neither might not support or which has not been seen in many days......

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... Prospecting for gold in a mosquito-infested ravine The junior explorers all mighty keen to prove their skeptics curmudgeony scolds And sure enough, they return all gap-too......

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... Eternal skies tease the ground below, shows shelf lustrous in the waters eye, in aroused reflecting cameo, seducing where iridium and gold collide. In a romance, elemental ......

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...In 1890, cowboy Bob Womack found gold at the base of lofty Pikes Peak! In short order a ramshackle town was founded called Cripple Creek. Hordes of gamblers, 'soiled doves' and prospectors hopin' t......

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...Spring flowers you grow & bloom, watered and snuggled within our bed I knew that my skull was filled with cogs that spun together in my head I knew early on I made a series of promises to myself I ......

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...In a way we’re all like prospectors panning through the river of life for each day, as we grow old… we search for little bits of happiness… our own little nuggets of gold. And just like prospe......

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...Oracle, Arizona gold Is just a tale prospectors told If you walk that land You will find quicksand And underneath that its just cold......

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...Tales about the wild wild north Prospectors, fortune seekers, and poets of course We ruled with an iron fist If challenged we hissed Till we got angry and rode away on our horse......

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...If you're looking for proof that you're loved or you're not, I'd suggest friend, more balance than hoping for fun! Does the early bird get worms that's always in flight? Do prospectors find gold w......

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...As Cole rode across the Dakota prairie, sweating a bit under the suns harsh bite, he saw ahead of him a slight woman’s form, she walked bare-footed, naked, and pale white. Sunburns had reddened......

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... The stone laid plans erected in the Age of Man are starting to cave in Their sky towers scraping the blue stratosphere has begun to crumple under the oppressive weight of floating sp......

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...Alaska; the wilderness state, the last frontier: Where majestic mountains, Deliver streams into flowing rivers: Down slopes covered in forests Of Sitka Spruce and Western Hemlock, That dominates......

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...Dad born into white hot poverty eldest son of an adulterous drunk abandoned man of the house at five white privilege. His step father , also a booze bunny and bigot to boot... to escape h......

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...Winding roads The table, light catches a singular drop of the blush on the carpet which doesn’t respond, no more than a road would do to a street light. Asphalt is grey at night, not blac......

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...Wind whipped his face, the dogs, they ran Across bleak-white ice and snow, Paid in cash by Rand McCorchoran To Dawson, he would go. Delivering mail, medicine, and booze To a town still on the gr......

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