Shovel In Poems - Poems about Shovel In

… after Langston Hughes You know how they do. They say that we run, that we fit descriptions, but justice ain’t blind, she just sees who she wants. Is it any wonder we hold our breath? A body ain’t a body when they label it a threat. Blind fold her, watch...

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I REMEMBER MY CREATOR A GREAT BIG BURLY LAD I WAS SENT OFF TO THE HARDWARE STORE TO DO THE SAME JOB AS MY DAD. A YOUNG CHAP CAME A BOUGHT ME HE TOOK ME TO THE SITE HE MADE ME WORK FOR HOURS ON END MORNING NOON AND NIGHT. MY BLADE IS GOING RUSTY NOW MY EDGE HAS GONE TO POT MY...

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Beneath a callused skin of light the hunched and mustered clap a prayer between a leaking sight. It is the earth that mourns itself, whether baldly thrown or loamy laid the silent soil repaints its sullied shrouds far beyond any atoning sorrow, or cooling heart. It is none but a laboring pity to lay down the past as deep as a weeping sky allows or raise...

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The adventurous long for a journey to the edge of knowledge and beyond; You cannot quell the fire in the desire for an education withheld; As technology explodes unfolding, a wave of information rushes by; It sits patient for a hungry grasping; The intrigued and the doubt-ridden possess the same breed of tenacity; When you have tools to play with it’s not difficult...

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...after Gwendolyn Brooks & Terrance Hayes In this dim-lit hall, gathered close, we Chalk our cues, faces worn but real. Eight-ball in the corner, staying cool, Brothers in the game, that's who we Are. Schoolyard dreams we long since left, Traded books for pool cues after school. In this smoky haven loitering, here we Find our place, amongst shadows we lurk Quiet-like. Clock ticking,...

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Robert Sherriff - Australian - Poet - Author - Singer - Actor - American Historian – Photographer My Little Brown Shovel My little brown shovel, weathered and worn, holds countless memories within its rusted blade. It was a gift from my dad, given to me over forty years ago when I was just nine. In its humble...

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All my life, I’ve ran from what is, Out of fear, but hope too, For my minutes with you are short. I run for You, I run towards you, afraid that all Of us are broken, the Clock does not mend lives, It just breaks us again, so I Will keep running, I have Dreams, I’ve lovingly dreamed, I run after them for those of Us that...

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Sevens, Shovels, and Spades Dig, dig, dig. Black soil and stone Earth worms wiggle , Decay bones Dig, dig, dig, scatter seeds there Sprouting, searching sun and air Dig, dig, dig, To hide our dead Six feet under, body bed Dig, dig, dig, create new life Born of earth, Feed appetites Dig, dig, dig, Shovel and Spade Flowers grow from planted pain Dig, dig,...

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In the beginning there were three; An undisputed trinity of reasons showing audiences why; More enthralled with each scene were they, a legacy this crowd helped build; Culture shifted forever with this movie; A dish served best with friends in theatres. Star Wars Tribute ‘Three Reasons Why They Build Movie Theatres...

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I can’t tell you what to do the only one who knows is you; But there is something you should know: No matter the who, why, or what, if you believe you can? You can do it; Don’t let how disappointment feels ever make you feel like what you want isn’t worth fighting for; That relentless spirit is worthy...

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Day woke with the choir of birdsong and a meadow breeze, sweet as your kisses. What is this joy that leaves me filled with light, with laughter, with the promise of forever as you crown me with golden poppies? Our hands linked and our tomorrows joined; my bouquet is a bundle of cornflowers. Inspired by "How to Make it Snow" by Theodora Goss...

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Moment by moment and hour by hour, our awareness dips inspite of sincerest effort but if we choose childlike laughter as our orientation, suffused with love and light innate to our soul, then some of the divine boons that accrue, ease pain, which though stored in our subconscious, yet is the cause of stupor, making us fear fraught. We’re oblivious to...

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Yesternight, I dreamt of you and all our together times. My soul swelled with the sincerest love and lips parted in the merriest laughter, In my fantasy, you spoke softly with the lilt of lilac melodies... My heart picked up some strange sussurating rhythms and a pleasurable pain assaulted my semi-drowned senses ~ Incredible feeling this is! Did we hold...

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Anon, she briskly walks covetous in defining beauty. Entertains, like facelifting the glamourous night, hostess of infatuating cloudless jewels. Climes kismetic and lucky starry manmade skies. Noble and obliging, all prospectives that's questioned--best recollections; of scintillating dark timidly, and unconscionably bright. She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright ~~Lord Byron – She Walks in Beauty...

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Exotic eyes stare back at me a huge Heffner begging for the attention of her musings she dances and sways in the darkness, the streetlights highlight her deceptions she thinks she stole my heart blind, I see the meaning of true deceit my wallets disappears between the sheets she thinks she is silent I hear every click the credit cards makes sadness stabs me that the even the...

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