Short Dig Poems
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get out the pick
ice frezz quick
time too
this someone must do
work until you blue
no doudt
its the
BIG SNOW DIG OUT
Henry, an extraordinary excavator
Would arrive there sooner rather than later.
Using his big cat,
When shown where it was at,
He would dig you an enormous crater.
My man just ruthlessly
sordid and truthfully
touched base and youthfully.
Reckon I'll sleep some tonight.
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meanwhile my cat's gettin' down on it, go figure
Did Dig and Dig
The more the news would dig and dig
What Republicans did was rig, rig, rig;
Things conceal;
A rigged deal;
Until it finally had become big, big, big.
Jim Horn
Wrinkled clothes stacked near my ironing board
will just lie there, completely ignored
‘cause today I’ll be groovin’.
To the oldies I’m movin’
like a teen to the hits most adored.
=============== Dig Deep - RIP
A pine box needs room
is it mama or papa
dirt covers the sins
GINSU-KNIFE EASTPORT , MAINE USA
The worst has yet to come,digging up fossilised feelings of mammoth proportion which way a ton,years of emotion wraped in lares of flesh an dirt,exhumed over a billion century's of prehistoric pain and hurt.
Have you found a snake’s rattle while digging?
I did once.
I carefully covered it back up too.
As soon as I saw the zig zag of the fat one’s skin.
Thanking God I had uncovered this end rather than the other one.
I DIG MY PUPPY AND HE DIGS IN MY YARD-
I dig my puppy
He is so big and funny.
He has running legs
And many joyful diggings
He barks I feel like shoveling
8/9/20
written word by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
Dig dig dig little aardvark
gobble down those ants and termites.
gulp gulp gulp, tasty tasty tasty.
Slurp them up with your long rough tongue.
Gulp gulp gulp
Slurp slurp slurp
Dig dig dig.
It is fun to watch you eat
All those crazee things
Going through ya head
Can-ya dig it?
Can-ya see it all clearly
Do-ya need to stand tall
Can-ya dig it?
Hey, baby tell me true
Your world and what you do
Can-ya dig it?
© Paul Warren Poetry
As soon as you can launch me outta here
away from these exploiting sons of btches lookin
ride on the back of the poor.
I speak for alot of folks when I say
Fuc you, greedy basterd do it yourself
Put those fucin degrees to use!
Form:
Dig deep
Dig deep my friend
Unearth the last living breath
The one that propels the
dream
The surface is shallow
Dig deep
Treasure hunts in humility
Excavation of the soul
Searches for the lost cities
Dig deep
Dig deep my friend...
My mother bought me a money box
When I was still in ankle socks
It’s in the shape of a pig
To this day that pig I dig
My late mom is my brightest star
Next is my shiny piece of art
Who once stole a little girl’s heart.
my history
had nothing
to do with her
story before we
met and then
all by me at
least was
forgotten
i had done
and i did
a world's
difference
to her story
but we met
and i hope
and pray
this
will
now
become
herstory
Form:
When the well runs dry
What do you do, abandon all hope
Or do the work to dig deeper?
It’s natural for the familiar and repeated
To grow stale
The dissatisfaction is how we grow.
Knock, knock the joke goes
But the real joke is nobody knows.
(12/7/25)
We stand outside the inn
Arua is a kiln
We crawl back in
But we know no kin
Mungu ni mukee!
Bawls Pastor Paddy
From the inside of a robot
Mazarau's robot
When we look outside
and can barely view any clouds
We know this is no place
for normal sons of men
it was a day
not unlike this one
when an archaeologist
… sore knees
… paint brush
… Friday fingernails
held my earthen skull
in his hands
and spared me a thought
his dirt-stained eyes
filling my empty sockets
and
for a speck
of epochal dirt
neither of us
heard the sun
Dig aan Hom
Bevaar van gevaar
O, Een van die Vader
Lei my in U wee
En dank vir wat U gee
Lof aan Hom wat
een op my pad
plaas my te wys
dat dit was nie al
maar in elk geval
goedheid en wel
op sy tyd getel.
Vergeeft mij dan waar
ich twijfelend gefalen
Dis mijn gebeden
Amen!
Form:
Girl she knew what she was doing; tightening up these screws...
Her beauty, knows how to play hardball; especially, when it all comes
Unto everlasting eternal love ? Painting corners at a thousand miles an hour
Atop their knees time bleeds these eyes but they wish and in life with she; you see.
Form:
I know what keeps you goin’
It’s the songs inside your head
When you close your eyes it’s the melody
And the words you see instead
So don’t ever lose your music
It’s your songs we love in their refrain
Don’t ya dig the music as you listen
It’s the song you’ll want to blame.
© Paul Warren Poetry
playing in the dirt
better than dessert
fun toys
starting to exert
sweating through my shirt
life’s joys
don’t want to get hurt
better stay alert
whoa, boys!
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DIG
Dig with spade and a soulful heart,
Destiny’s soil chambered beneath.
Dust chalice canvas, questing art —
Dovelike Wings of lily bequeath.
Dig deep into the chasm of love —
Desired silty handfuls, free of
Debris, a blessed ruddy start.*
6/5/2018
Joseph May’s Pleiades Contest
*blessed with 2 syllables
Dig...black soil,stone. earth worms wiggle, decayed bones
Dig... scatter seeds there, sprouting, searching sun and air
Dig ...to hide our dead, six feet under, body bed
Dig...shovel and spade, flowers grow from planted pain
Dig...out of this hole, skin so pale and Icy cold
Dig...deep down inside, reveal secrets graveyards hide
The virus be it chicken or pig
Do we not our own graves dig
Mess about with natures course
All we do is make things worse
Germs and strains mutate
Just what will be our fate
What are the scientists saying
When will man stop playing
Was not so long ago
The air was pure as snow
It is time to act not grieve
And clean the air we breath