Best Bulldoze Poems

From sagging huts up in the hills, 
We watched the tourists flash their bills. 
They piled our harvest on their plates, 
While soup and scraps were all we ate. 

The flames lick up from garbage cans, 
Burnt brown like every working man, 
Who shouts or...

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Mom is becoming very tired.
She has trouble remembering
   The meds Pop takes—and when.
A lot of good it does to remember.
We have found pills all over
   Where he cheeks them and 
Blows them around the room.
He is bitter and asks,” Why
 ...

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It's true
Bunking its task
in the blue sky
Golden sunshine
Lies down morose
In sorrow
Laying its head on the tree trunk
Looking pale
It surprises me
As I see it smeared
With ashes of fear
All over its countenance
Will he too be raped and murdered
Like the hapless Rohingyas
Fleeing their home country
In utter misery
In spite...

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TENERIFE

Two lovers by the ragged strand once trod
the sooty sand; slender maid with raven 
hair, fisher boy of bronze; the dazzling sun
a gold doubloon, the moon a silver coin.
From rocks, ink-black as witches' cats, they saw
the teeming sea; for Paraiso Beach was
cast for them by...

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Poem by: Piet Mashele 
                    2sides

Title: she said....

She directly said, protect me 
Like how wetly you get for your Bentley
Hold me so gently
For when you accept...

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~THE OLD HOUSE ON HOOVER STREET~

There it sat empty and sad
Windows shattered and the bottom one boarded up
There it sat helpless and alone
No one there to protect its contents
A shabby two story on one of the most sinful streets in these parts
A dilapidated shack with...

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The glory of America, now heats up 
   with agitation poised to strike on the brink 
sans legislation incites humiliation, 
    which goads desecration as fete accompli chink 
   in armor of Democratic rubric, constituting capitalistic 
 ...

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The grand, half-ruined Parthenon,
once a sublime, Doric grace,
Even now, in broken, stone blocks,
always takes my breath away.
The rich, classical detail,
fluted columns without plinths,
to imagine what it once was,
the mind can’t even begin…

That towering Coliseum,
the great masterpiece of Rome,
even half gone it’s staggering,
to be so tall,...

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Spiritual Globalisation


Bulldoze a temple!
Blast a church!
But can you break or batter
Allah,Krishna and Christ?

Not to be bullied,
Dismembered:

Where there’s a flower
There a shrine
Where there’s a heart
There the scripture

No need to demolish 
Every need to construct
A Ram temple in Mecca 
A mosque in Vatican
Further a church in Janmabhumi...

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The glory of America, now heats up 
   with agitation poised to strike on the brink 
sans legislation incites humiliation, 
    which goads desecration fete accompli chink 
   in armor of Democratic rubric, constituting capitalistic 
  ...

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Feeling of absolute brilliance
Power
The amazing power of the soul
What do I do with this feeling?
Power of immense magnitude
What can I do with this?
London streets
The high rise estates of North London
I want the amazing power of the soul
Amazing power
The greatness of 90s NYC
Waterflood
I can't stop this...

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Hay Day

June day, perfect day for turning hay fields,
A great day for it, happiness it yields.

Oh for product the cattle need to be nourished,
But a lasting memory that's forever cherished.

I scurry to the tractor with Dad the driver,
A bottle of Mi-Wadi the sweet provider.

Pacing through...

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All day rising smoke and stench, circling
Vultures flock the air
Waiting for machine groaning 
From mound to mound to cease
Ahead of the incessant dogs.
Thoughts take black wings
Out of the yawning hole
Unfilled since the last mischief
A corpse unknown, exposed itself
I found the soil too toxic even for...

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November 6th 2018 - election day

Later today after
     all votes get cast
post final countdown,
     the winning candidates
     ought to be known
     way before break fast
cometh on the lanced
 ...

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Suddenly, I would give anything to be near you.
I would buy back our old house, broken down, dilapidated.
Loquat trees and rainbows removed.
Hammocks and honeysuckle given to the wind.
But where would you be?
Would you visit me in dreams as I slept in a room that was...

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