Excavating Poems - Poems about Excavating

...Nothing is happier than knowing our existence We are born with a purpose Life isn't here for nothing Life is shared like a leaven bread. Nothing is happier than knowing the right person Knowin......

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... In fields of burnished gold, the sun dips low like a projected dream horizon. A gentle glow of breath that-glimmers of hope's holy word, uttered in reminder in the darkest hour. ......

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...Happiness is easily found in a multitude of the sweetest components Grateful for you, often swept from the feats, of our hours, sharring meaningful moments Your citrines comprised burning......

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...We were not doing well, the chipmunk was excavating our front step, nibbling away at our foundations. The chipmuck was a metaphor. The garden peach tree developed a blight, the fruit rotted on......

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...COLOURFUL LAMENT I combed cool waters of your baby blue crystalline Jewel as you waded waterfall waves washing my stellar rainbow rays Arching it melted into the warm womb of transducing......

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...Beyond the boundaries of those forged laughs , They were the descendants of Satan Hiding their insanity were their purple scarfs. Carving her feelings with pain as if it was a game of chess. B......

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...Between two houses on my street, There is a plot of land Where many trees have towered, Just as Nature must have planned. But ribbons tied around the trunks Appeared out of the blue And now ......

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...He was withdrawing; inside his eyes he cleaned the glass of his spectacles they were worn thin now and only looked inward. Nuclear weapons were threatening the circuitry of a million neurons, ......

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... This is the Ballad of Sandcastle Jane Who went to the seaside in the pouring rain Where she built sandcastles on the seashore At first there was one, then there were more. ......

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...My round white anti-depressants were trying their faithful best to listen to my ecofeminist wise old woman gardening neighbor, pulling aggressive weeds Sharing with me her morning meditatio......

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...Francie ran to check on Donny as soon as the shaking stopped.He was curled on his side so deep in sleep he had slept right through it all.She scooped him up resolving they would not chance separatio......

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...It crumbled altogether, yet its black root dug itself yet deeper. Perhaps I had been grinding nocturnal jaws together - excavating bone. A tender spike remains above the gum, it pulls at the......

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...As I look and listen, human lives explore individual purposes, like making breakfast, as divine love engages co-relational meaning, like preparing nurturing gifts of sacred EarthTribal communion......

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...I was a busy archaeologist, who enjoyed interesting and fulfilling work, And I was very intrigued, with the ancient sites where mystery lurked. My painstaking work caused me to travel, ofttimes ......

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...Tidal waves strip then rip in rhythm Excavating crevices still imprisoned Pressure builds to smooth away, Despair - repair - restore - explore. Force of nature tears and trembles Broken fragme......

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