Short Burrow Poems

extensive empire
	vast confiscated castles ~
		no time for bumbling...

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ablaze horizon
lite path on rippling water~
sand dwellers burrow

10/25/2022...

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Strike! White Bird o'Prey
At flagged burrow wherein hides
two-under par Feast!...

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Burrow out to mate
swarms of red eyed flights outbreak
love bugs deathly fate


6-3-18...

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Black butterfly, you burrow
Through the bliss of night
Foraging for the sweet nectar of 
The Gods...

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lazily the waves

lap the pebbles on the beach

a crab scurries by

to burrow beneath wet sand

a prisoner of the tides...

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All of the regrets I try to burrow
I'll end up being in sorrow
Whenever I become hollow
I find myself crying in my pillow...

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The sorrow it’ll bring
Will leave burrow in my heart
I’ll learn to grow for sure
That my life is  now
And tomorrow anew
...

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The forest gallops 
Through the night
The horsemen rides
Near candlelight
The mountains 
Burrow deep inside
This ground
We whisper wind,
Without a sound...

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as the low tide sets
                                           sand bubbler emerge burrow
                                                      quickly sifting grains...

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There was a sweet lass from Sassafras
Who each morn rode a large burrow to class
          But once after school
          Near killed a fellow pupil
Who remarked on the size of her ass!...

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The groundhog really doesn't seek his shadow.
He's peering out to find his Lady Love.
If she appears, he'll woo her to his burrow
And we can deal with winter here above.

By: Joyce Johnson...

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spongy mushroom land
a violets gentle smile
leaves on forest floor

squirrels cast aways
crucified pieces and bits 
acorns and walnuts

waters turn over
fish burrow into the banks
novembers coming...

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Shadows on the sand; little crabs following mama.

Shadows follow everyone but, crabs can burrow to hide; I can’t.

It’s ok, my shadow is friendly with me but, crabs don’t know that....

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Ask me a question
don't ask to ask me a question
Tell me crawling little lies
that burrow inside
Squirming tingles
I can't keep the secrets
i have let go
Trust rusts and ruts
Lies idles slides ides
march...

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As Time Goes By 

Each grain of sand 
On the waste of Sahara
Is a word spoken
A lover´s whisper
A story told and 
A song sung.
And now lizards and
Snakes burrow under 
The sand to
Escape the fierce sun....

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Stale, summer
Heat. 

Boiling in this
Skin bath
Are you and I. 

An obsession, 
Now a memento
Of dark complexion, 
Stiffened surprises. 

I burrow into the 
Pill case now
With no more than 
An ant farm
In my pocket....

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Ecclesiastical is this 
Problem now. 

And I wish to expel
Sentiments of fluff
that flounder and burrow

So sugary but
Stale is the taste
You spilled on my 
Palette. 

As the time ticks
Fast and furious
I deserve an escape....

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‘neath the fear of man and joy of mate,
bequeath thy death and burrow thy fate-
‘tis a filament of life strung straight,
bestowing a trait... of death too late


2.18.20
Poe-etic Verse Poetry Contest
Charles Messina...

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Bungalow shrouded by sorrow
Ancillary space time doth borrow
Recycled dreams in dark basement furrow
Residual memories in corroded hope chest burrow
Embezzled ambitions in fallow vault sallow
Naked soul in hollowed-out walls doth wallow...

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The past gives me goosebumps, to think about in detail, not to hover over the pits like a 
feather, but to burrow deep down into the cracks and the creases, to unpeel the half healed 
wounds and to pour salt on the cuts that are red and angry....

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Silently he moves,
secretive by nature,
cautious by design,
startled by sudden movement,
dashes to safety,
watchful in his burrow,
tricked by skeletal shadows
of overgrown grass,
hunger pangs his insides,
ignored,
greater his will to survive....

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Pat, pat, pat,
He's my wombat,
Wee Winky is his name,
Pat, pat, pat,
Wee Winky sat,
He really is quite tame.

Stroke, stroke, stroke,
He's just awoke,
Winky's such a sleepy head,
Stroke, stroke, stroke,
He's a hairy bloke, 
A burrow is his bed....

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Sleep with me
burrow beneath the quilts
skin to skin
a scandal in mid day
rest with me
lull me with your deep breathing
hold me
your arms just right around me
how we fit together so perfectly
dozing I know
the light is seeping away
we are floating...

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Aww, a blanket of men
With 18 hands
And happy feet
Around me stands 

By smokey fires 
Like a hippy
And keep me warm 
When it gets nippy

Deep inside the penguin pile
Absorbing love, burrow and smile
18 arms and 18 legs
8 men and one happy egg :-)...

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