Scarab Poems - Poems about Scarab

...Why do some scarab beetles have horns and others do not? The answer to six scientific questions like this, I avidly sought. To throw down their contender, said man who been a beetle. To put them o......

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...Why do some scarab beetles have horns and others do not? The answer to six scientific questions like this, I avidly sought. To throw down their contender, said man who been a beetle. To put them o......

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... "Cocoon" They say... a New World traces over the old, leaving the unaware, erased, far behind the old unaware, left far behind, crawls the walls in its web of ......

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...A mental landscape of shifting sand dunes. an intimation that something may be worth writing, A scrabbling creature crawls bedraggled out from a saturated darkness. A Scarab beetles shadow ta......

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...See dazzling bowls and vessels, pots of brass Old copper kettles, cups of gold, and chiming clock Porcelain statuettes, fake Tiffanies, stained glass Oak storage towers, ivories of High Baroque ......

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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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...scarab glinting indigo and peacock symbol of resurrection desert phoenix you are a jackal waiting, traitorous, by my grave to lunge and devour me, licking my blood from your snout you ca......

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...pharaoh's scarab eternity's talisman regenerative afterlife rebirth ancient Egypt's obsession winged scarab takes flight great significance scarab held in diseased hand talisman o......

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...Sacred and mythical Healer and whimsical Beetle of majestic history Needle of intrinsic glittery......

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...Due to his callous disregard, he divided her intent Wanting to be loved was rapidly replaced With needing to be nurtured Windscreen scorch, midday duco seared her p......

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...Sumptuous feasts enchanted float on by, as I peer into an opulent expanse, garnet clad entrance aglow, imagine august beauty at its mise en scène peak, ingress to celestial nirvana’s Laurel-ridde......

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... "Fata Morgana" feet hardly touch the ocean when silent stars of no voice transmit words to pay the ferryman on the water no reflection gently the sun waves smiling as......

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...When he died, no one told me. Why would they, I had not seen him in years? Yet that day he kept walking in and out. “The world ends at 5 O’clock”. His voice rings. Tortured Nostradamus parable......

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...I was awakened from a sound sleep -- the room yet unlit -- sat up on the side of the bed, more of a spirit sense of doing so, for there was also a feeling of body-paralysis. Finding myself atte......

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...When he died, no one told me, why would they, I had not seen him in years? Yet that day, he kept walking in and out of my mind’s eye. I wondered why? “The world ends at 5 O’clock.," his voice......

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