Best Dozer Poems
It seems like it was yesterday
in backyard sandbox she had played;
granddaughter loved to have her way
with sand, her pail, scoop, shovel, spade.
She'd mold and build, with special care;
imagination took its form.
Sometimes she'd throw it up in air
to watch it fly like a sandstorm.
Fast forward now just twenty years:
our princess then, in her play sand,
now lives a life on new frontiers
soon headed for another land.
A first lieutenant based stateside,
her unit soon will be deployed
to mid-east base...Kuwait...supplied
with desert sand, so vast and void.
Her 'sandbox' then, to serve with troops,
logistics and supplies command,
where sand is pushed with 'dozer 'scoops'...
and windstorms fill the air with sand.
It seems like it was yesterday
in backyard sandbox, she had played.
As West Point grad, she makes her way
to serve our country, unafraid.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: Sandbox
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Judged:10/18/2016
Categories:
dozer, granddaughter, tribute,
Form:
Quatrain
Drink Down The Deepest, Darkest Reasons For Me To Stay...
I sin in shapes while the dozer beats us both down
By one or two, my thumb is fingering my cell phone
After 3 or 4 I've got your voice choking the airwaves
Baby the beat in my heart is much greater than the beating you've given me
So I'll charm on
I'll be the burden to your apple tree
Your appetite is not right
Anymore
The pitchers here are for drowning out equality
The lights are dim so we can all pretend that we are someone else
The songs are loud because the only way to shake you off
Is to beg them for a headache, and I'm...
...waking up (waking up)
With headaches and pieces lost from the night before
BUT WHAT THE HELL ARE FRIENDS FOR!?
Tap me out like a quarter in the slot machines
I've made a mess of your ragged little magazines
Trendy eyes are the spies for the latest scenes
And now my buttons are cut to look like pine trees
(it makes sense to me, it makes cents for me)
So write me off with your shoulder to the jukebox
I've been here once, not twice
And still I've got you figured out
The whore
On the dance floor
Waiting for the biggest score
DARLING!
WE'RE NOT THE IDLE KIND!
WE'RE NOT THE IDLE KIND!
(ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!)
DARLING!
WE'RE NOT THE IDLE KIND!
WE'RE NOT THE IDLE KIND!
(ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!)
DARLING!
WE'RE NOT THE IDLE KIND!
WE'RE NOT THE IDLE KIND!
Categories:
dozer, angst, social, uplifting, me,
Form:
Lyric
Well perhaps I should talk about foreclosure,
Let’s see, at first as it begins to happen
it feels like your life is being flattened
By a big ole dozer.
It is an especially dire , disheartening fate,
When one’s credit has been almost eight.
You’ve toiled hard and cleared the land,
remodeled the house in the course of seven years
and built a six stall barn by your own hand
with literally your blood sweat and tears.
Oh yes, the post and board fencing
In a Florida sun that’s unrelenting
And the two small rectangular decks
built by dumpster material specs!
Built a sixteen by sixteen air conditioned man cave,
Or it could be a dog house, I guess
If this week you’re not your wife’s fave…
anyway, a nice place, a hobby nest.
All this done while working for the man,
Scraping by with an upside down loan,
Gratefully doing the best you can…
Notwithstanding an occasional moan.
Had to work a few side jobs
To make ends meet.
Some for unethical slobs
But some folks were sweet.
We’ve grown a lot of veggies on our seven acre patch.
Home grown maters and string beans are hard to match.
Then after nine years the man leaves a message on your answering device..
“Found someone cheaper move your stuff out now.” …That ain’t so nice.
Well it’s been hand to mouth and now looks like we’ll lose this place,
Real upset at first but then, one just can’t keep up that pace,
At this age I’ll just roll with the punches ; of late, it’s come in bunches,
Now we’ve graduated from upset to feeling grateful,
God’s got a plan, much better plan; no sense in being hateful.
We’re looking forward to the best, in God’s hands we’ll leave the rest.
In this market, to all who have lost their home,
we’re with you, we understand, God bless you all and…
Shalom.
Categories:
dozer, adventure, loss,
Form:
Rhyme
Girls were different back then
They'd give you their telephone numbers
Written in lipstick or eyebrow pencil
Instead of a pen
You'd wait a few days to call them
To pretend you were not keen
Then you'd arrange a date
And spray yourself all over with Aramis
And brush your teeth at least a dozer times
Until they gleamed.
I went out with one girl three times
And each time she broke my heart
Her name was June bur she should have been named December
Because she had a ice cold heart
We had such great times together
But it wasn't meant to be
Now she is married to a Troglodyte knuckle dragger
With rubber lips like Mick Jagger and his swagger.
I had more than a few girlfriends back then
But I was only looking for one
To be my partner and best friend
But now I can't even get one
The one's I've met just want a one night strand
And then they are gone
Not my scene.
I could never understand why lads were always outside fighting
Over girls while I was inside with the girls having fun
If I ever saw a fight I'd take off and run
I got on better with girls than lads
I used to get so bored listening to talk about soccer
I didn't care who had lost or won.
How times have changed
Don't get time to know each others names
You ring them after a few days like we used too
And they can't even remember who you are
Are you the one with the Ferrari or Masserati car?.
I was alive back then and full of live
Then a dark cloud descended upon me
And I felt that I had died
Now I live my life in limbo an orphan from the world
And all I ever wanted was to settle down
And be a Father to a boy or girl.
Peter Dome.Copyright.2015.June.
Categories:
dozer, depression, girlfriend,
Form:
Free verse
There once was a boy who didn't know what he wanted to do when he grew up
The taller he grew
The more he wondered what to do
People would ask "what do you want to do, or who do you want to be?"
This little boy just never could see
He would think "which is most like me"
"I could fly planes?
Or build really big trains?"
"I could race fast cars,
ORR try and fly to Mars"
"I could be a detective and look through evidence,
or wear a tie and be like one of the presidents"
"Could go looking through the jungle for an unseen lizard,
or write a book about a famous wizard"
"I could drive a big bull dozer,
or learn to pitch and be a big league closer"
"I could become a big movie star,
or travel the world near and far"
The world got big as the little boy thought
There was one person who he was sure would know
Because this is where all little boys knowledge comes to grow
He found him in his work shop taking a break
The boy wondered what of his future he could make?
His dad learned all about the mislaid plans
"Not to worry" said the father as he took him in his hands
For you already have a job one that will someday make you a man
"What is that?
To stay a little boy as long as you can
Chad Weeks
You're a kid again
age: 3-5
Categories:
dozer, childhood, children,
Form:
Free verse
My soul started yearning
And my feet grew all restless
To see the old hometown
And the place I was born.
Out back of my old house
Sweet nature was waiting,
The woods of my youth
Were calling me home.
I drove all that night
And half the next morning
I pulled up to our place
Where strangers now lived.
Things looked pretty good
Till I checked out the backyard
And rows of new houses
Where the woods used to live.
I asked an old neighbor
Now gray and decrepit,
Where is the oak forest
Where we all used to play?
He said it's all gone now
Except for the memories,
A big old bulldozer
Has scraped them away.
They put up these houses
On top of each other
And squeezed the old woods
For each nickel and dime.
The trees are all gone now
Except for the memories,
A big old bulldozer
Has scraped them away.
I got back in my car
And headed for Bristol,
Didn't stop driving
For a night and a day.
I gazed at the trees
That stood on my woodlot
And swore no damn dozer
Would scrape them away.
Categories:
dozer, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
I seen something weird the other day, for it's surely not funny
It's was about the sad desperate way of peoples love of money
Only the hearse and the U-haul behind, I couldn't help but see
How this man was so blind and that now he will never be free
They both stopped at the light neither driver seeming very concerned
As I slowly pulled along the right and quickly the light turned
And ahead they both went until they reached that old spot of land
This too was owned by the old gent and it too was pretty grand
So I pulled to the side of the road as they stopped near a big mound
In the two taking what was owed they dumped the rest in the ground
And on top of it all, on top of the big giant broken mess of his things
It is finally his coffin they haul with the dirt the mini-dozer now flings
They left with much haste as they flew past my spot on the road
Trying to ponder such a waste in not having a single seed sowed
For what was his point and reason, how could he not understand
This the Christmas season, don't you bury everything in the sand
Matthew 16:26
For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world,
and lose his own soul? or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?
Categories:
dozer, world,
Form:
Rhyme
Ba-ba
They called him ba and sometimes ba,
The bubba Heenie one,
Caught with a sheep in his ute to keep,
The owner caught him some,
No chops for ba-ba, none
Bells boxing tent saw him fight,
Big bugger thumped someone,
He raised his arms, he won the right,
His pants fell down, dum dum,
Interesting sight ole son,
His doctor ripped a kidney out,
Ba-ba he wasn’t thin
Doctor said he’d get a dozer about,
To put his guts back in,
ole ba-ba had to grin,
the doctors wage won’t come,
the dollars all doubtful in,
an overdraft unsung…
Don Johnson
Categories:
dozer, adventure,
Form:
Ballad
•• When a new hive is done, what do the bees do?
Have a house-swarming party,
and give a welcome hearty.
•• What did the duck say to the waiter?
"Let me have my fill,
just put it on my bill.”
•• Why is the mushroom always the hit of the party?
He's a real fungi,
loves to play the pungi.
•• Why do coffee beans have successful marriages?
Their love is well founded,
They keep each other grounded.
•• Why do pizza chefs work extra hard?
The flour bed, they hoe,
They knead the dough.
•• Why can’t you lie to the x-ray tech?
Don't let them get to you,
They can see right through you.
•• Why did the balloons run away from the concert?
The reason pinned was basic,
They were playing pop music!
•• What was the reporter doing at the ice cream shop?
Trying to stay in the loop,
Getting the sundae scoop!
•• What did the judge say when the skunk walked into the courtroom?
Cut the case short!
Odor in the court!
•• What do you call a sleeping bull?
It's a bull-dozer,
Don't go closer.
•• Where does a fish keep its money?
To be frank,
On the river bank.
•• What kind of whale is the saddest?
A blue whale,
Looking pale.
•• How does the ocean say farewell?
It behaves
And waves.
•• What fruit do twins like best?
Pears!
Equal shares!
•• Why did the kid climb the tree to study?
It was the best location
To get a higher education.
8th March 2023
For Margarita Lillico's "Pun fun" contest
(All puns taken from yourdictionary.com and edited and rhymed by me)
Categories:
dozer, fun, word play,
Form:
Rhyme
Mall Rats
The naughty teenager stole a bulldozer off a building site.
He drove it to the shopping mall and went on a squashing spree.
His victims ran this way and that to escape.
Some made it, many didn't.
The heavy metal machine did its master's work well.
Pulping flesh, severing limbs, twitching nerves, crushing bodies.
A real fricking blood fest.
It was a wonderful event, thought the drugged up teen.
He drove slowly, picked his targets well and got on with it.
Acrid diesel fumes clouded the air and the revving engine drowned out the desperate shouts.
Screams of mercy went unanswered.
God didn't help on this day.
The wide tracks were slick with blood.
A trail of maimed and mangled corpses told their own story.
The mall was a mile long.
Our dozer killer was only a third of the way along.
His fuel tank was full, his heart evil and his intent total.
This was the day he had lived for.
Slowly squashing hundreds of white meat to death.
And a few mixed races too.
Where's the cops when you need them?
He was the bulldozer killer!
Coming to a mall near you.
Categories:
dozer, death, evil, horror, humor,
Form:
Verse
Hark! That rustling of the leaves
makes me wobbly at the knees,
or did I dream of Thatcher’s ghost
chasing "wets" from post to post?
·
When Tony Blair bashed up Hussein,
no Robin Hood at home bought gain.
Who then yet may save the day?
Who remains to show the way?
Bill Dozer is this man, I say!
Trouser? Loser? Boozer? Hey!
Who the heck's Bill Dozer?
Like Superman he flits about.
cosh in hand, with mighty clout.
He is a man of iron fist,
the last remaining socialist.
He hears each worker's woeful cry:
like Joe Hill he'll never die.
When Marx shall rise from Highgate's tomb,
capitalists will meet their doom.
Horn-rimmed his specs, his suit dull-brown,
he swoops like an eagle down.
He'll give each grabbing boss the boot
and share with us the ill-gotten loot.
Bill Dozer is this man, I say!
Trouzer? Loser? Boozer? Hey!
Who the heck's Bill Dozer?
But if still the point you missed:
He's the last remaining socialist.
Categories:
dozer, anger, hero, political,
Form:
Burlesque
In my backyard is my children's sand box
With a lid to keep out contamination.
In it is the finest sand.
This is where my children use their imagination
To build make believe accommodations
They use a toy dump truck, grader, wheel loader,
Excavator, bull dozer and the bridges they
Built with their own hands.
In my backyard is my children's sand box
With a lid to keep out contamination.
My children are learning a vocation
To make a livelyhood on the mainland.
This is where my children use their imagination
Using a small shovel, sifter, measuring cups,
A couple of pails, bowls, pots and pans
Confectionaries such as mud pies, muffins,
Cakes, and cookies of all kinds gives a
Tantalization
Of what kind of sweet they can sell on a stand
With out a name brand.
In my backyard is my children's sand box
With a lid to keep out contamination
Which could be a complication
If not taken care of first hand.
This is where my children use their imagination
So when their grown they'll get to add their
Own diversification
To crops, or business products for an operation
Where they could be the boss instead of the
Hired hand.
In my backyard is my children's sand box
With a lid to keep out contamination.
This is where my children use their imagination.
Categories:
dozer, adventure, art, beauty, children,
Form:
Villanelle
My dog chews through cars
And houses and ditches
My dog chews through underwear
Spitting out delicate stitches
My dog chews through anything moldy or kosher
My dog Buddy chews like the blades of a dozer
We love him no matter that he just ate the house
At least it got rid of the cat and a mouse
Categories:
dozer, dog,
Form:
Rhyme
Get the bridle
aint suicidal, babe get the bridle,
i have to go a riding on me little horse today,
aint no infidiadel aint no Bobby Ridedell,
but me dials a little idle, needs a shave this half a day,
a terrifying slip halfway,
tween knees n hips,
an im sloshing in between an some betwixt,
with this cursing poor halfwit,
am I drowning in the quicksand,
yes that aint the half of it,
the crows are watching stately,
for my carcase to come lately,
for a little bit of chow,
from where they sit,
but starve the crows im gonna,
cos the dozer guy from Mona,
dug me out, he was the owner,
with his D12 called Tom Tit,
just jerked me out a bit,
wheres me bloody horse?
Don
Categories:
dozer, adventure, me, me,
Form:
Rhyme
BELLS
IF YOU KNEW HER YOU KNOW THIS WOMEN COLLECTED BELLS.
THEY MAY OF NEVER BEEN USED BUT
WAS ALWAYS SHOWCASED SO WELL.
EACH BELL UNIQUE AND SPECIAL IN ITS OWN SPECIAL WAY.
IT WAS A MAGNIFICENT COLLECTION PEOPLE WOULD OFTEN SAY
SOME PEOPLE MIGHT THINK WHATS SO SPECIAL ABOUT ALL THE BELLS.
BUT TO THIS SWEET WONDERFULL WOMEN EACH ONE HAD A STORY TO TELL.
THERE WAS NEVER A BELL SHE DIDN’T CARE FOR.
SHE LOVED EACH BELL ,INFACT YOU COULD SAY ALL
OF THEM SHE ADORED.
NO ONE MAY EVER KNOW WHAT EACH BELL MAY OF MEANT
OR EVEN ITS VALUE.
I THINK EACH BELL REPRESENTED ALL THE MEMORIES
SHE HAD OF ALL OF YOU.
ONE BELL AND ONE NOTE CAN SOUND PRETY GOOD
AND BE SO BEAUTIFUL TO HEAR.
BUT LIKE HER MEMORIES WHEN ALL BELLS SOUND TOGETHER
IT BROUGHT HER SO MUCH CHEER.
IT IS SAD TO KNOW SHE IS NOT HERE WITH US TODAY.
SHE WENT TO BE WITH GOD WHEN HE SAID COME THIS WAY.
EACH OF US WAS LIKE THE MARVELOUS COLLECTION OF BELLS.
WE MAY NOT KNOW HOW WE WAS SPECIAL
TO THIS GREAT WOME BUT SHE COULD ALWAYS TELL.
IF SHE WAS HARD ON YOU OR GAVE YOU A NAME LIKE DOZER.
IT DOESN’T MEAN SHE DID NOT LOVE YOU
IN FACT IT MEANT YOU MEAN A LOT TO HER.
I WILL MISS THIS WONDERFULL WOMEN FULL OF
WISDOM AS I KNOW YOU WILL TOO.
I WILL MISS THE LONG TALKS OVER BREWED TEA AND APPLE BUTTER THAT SCREAMED WITH LOVE I MADE THIS FOR YOU.
ALL OF US REMEMBER HER A LITTLE DIFFERENT THAN THE OTHER.
IM SURE ALL OF US AGREE SHE TREATED EVERYONE AS IF THERE MOTHER.
I WILL NEVER FORGET THIS WOMEN WHO COLLECTED BELLS
BUT MADE HEARTS RING BELLS OF THERE OWN.
MANY LIFES CHANGED FOREVER ALL BECAUSE
OF THIS WOMEN AND THE LOVE SHE SHOWN.
WE WILL MISS YOU MOM,GRANDMA,BEST FRIEND.
LOOK FORWARD TO SOMEDAY WHEN WE REUNITE AGAIN.
Categories:
dozer, family, happiness, loss, women,
Form:
Monorhyme