Best Bulldozed Poems

My words were rewritten until they became yours
As grammar and syntax perfected your thoughts
Pages lined with highlighters polished me to extinction 

I wanted to resist all of those good intentions
Yet I knew you wanted your best words for me
You weren't listening so you couldn't hear...

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Through the mire, lie rows of houses,
in fact there all around, 
This is suburbia the sprawl, 
Spreading in all directions,
Concrete and steel surge upwards, 
Indigenous trees bulldozed down,
Roads dark alleyways fester, 
Behold this was once my town. 

Weaving through leaky tunnels, 
Stench permeates foul air,
Organization...

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Squatter Jack

have you lived awhile in west Queensland,
out in the red soil dust,
where the crows will pick your eyes out and,
bore water is a must,
have you seen a thin and starving cow,
not a blade of grass to eat,
the timber`s gone no Mulga now......(13% protein in...

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He speaks for the uprooted.
A man of sorts, a twiggy Buddha.
He who interprets 
the conferences of frogs, 
the unpublished works 
of kestrels and voles.

He’s an advocate for the underbelly
of a microbial heaven, for every kind
of uncouth animalcule.

He speaks for the bulldozed,
the displaced. The native and
the...

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I can feel you
I can touch you
I crave you
I desire you

I want you so bad
I can't get enough of you

You consume me
I close my eyes
And you are there 

I've conquered several habits
but you remain my addiction

You are my ultimate high
my greatest addiction 

I need a...

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He speaks for the uprooted.
A man of sorts, a twiggy Buddha.
He who interprets
the conferences of frogs,
the unpublished works
of kestrels and voles.

He’s an advocate for the underbelly
of a microbial heaven, for every kind
of uncouth animalcule.

Ancient is he, yet as fresh as tomorrow,
in green ponds he fishes...

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     When you force Mr. Zelinsky
        to feed the Putineers who’ve bulldozed Ukraine. 

     That’s when I’ll pressure Israel
        to give Hamas’ Gazastanis...

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If you look behind his story 
there’s a woman you will find.
Not in the struggle for the glory
but with a duty on her mind.

Now meet The Women of Tuskegee.
Tuskegee Airmen they are named.
Lost within the clouds of time.
Not a movie to their fame.

They served in...

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Memories of a Green Beret

“Where have all the soldiers gone, Long time passing,
Where have all the soldiers gone, Long long time ago,
Where have all the soldiers gone,
Gone to graveyards, every one.
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?"

(an old anti-war folk song from the...

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Walls shattered, roof falling apart
Dark, desolate and dreary
A haunted house with zero activity.
Very lonely indeed!

An unclaimed property
The land  acquired by the city
I have seen  the lonely house
Bulldozed to its death!

Where’s the soul’s house, I surmised
I heard it loud and clear:  Where I...

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Faith alone accomplishes absolutely nothing,
unless your faith is put into action.
The only time I've ever seen faith move mountains
is when they were bulldozed by contractors prior to construction.
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I will pay one million dollars to absolutely anyone
who with their faith can move Mt Everest into the...

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There once was a blacksmith at Danville
Who made so much noise on his anvil
That the neighbors, one day,
Quietly hauled it away,
And bulldozed it into the landfill....

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I felt a small tremble below			
And knelt on the floor ‘cuz I know		
Something wasn’t right out of class 	
And a second much bigger blast		
Left crumbs of glass from a window	

Who is aware I can follow			 
Into the sun, I mean shadow			
A family of grades amass			
Breathtaking...

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Those that went before him
Were promised an orphan
By the brutality of the elements
The pestilence of society

They were the pleaders of history
The wounded veterans
Of internecine strife
Victims of little prejudices

Whose faith in the probable
Had been shattered 
By those profound revelations
Woe the iron-bound skeptics

When he- a dreamy scholar
Intellectual...

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Forgetting is a vain refugee camp,
    Madonna, for still these walls get
    breached, amidst the daily, frenzied
    barter of honed art for bread,

While slaking arid, thirsty hours with
    bits of loving, or even...

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