Best Excavator Poems
Once upon a whim
As I watched a tractor’s limb,
Poke, and under-tuck
the feed it hoisted up,
It seemed as though it goes
Akin to an elephant’s nose.
When later the machine
Departed from the scene
With scary points hung in
beneath the folded limb,
Its appearance was akin
to a giant scorpion.
Gigantic gimmick a political gentlemen.
Genuflected genre mathematician gild fan.
Mirific misemploy a flamboyance rolling can.
Doxology douceur dormouse examplar excavator,
Agitator moisture nodulation a lepid swan.
ROMANTIC SURVEILLANCE
Friday came with a change
The incubated hen got laid,
On this platter of grace shaped
Into spade,
Her beauty flows faster than
The rain
Washes through my vain
As I read within her photo and
Her lips says,
Hello my charming male,
Project my fame as the
World is created for love to play.
Her flamboyant sticed garment
Rolls down the carpet,
Let all stand welcoming the
Diamond that my heart target,
Elegant asset my mother recommends,
I'm foolishly in love with her
Accent.
II
These creature matched the
Well arranged furnitures,
As we watch flashes turn out
To make pictures,
Never will I give up in making
Your sister my in law,
How would I resist these enigmatic
Posture
Honey clothed features,
Mirror of every man's imagination.
I will keep you in the deepest part
My heart treasures,
No excavator will ever expose us
Romance my lips with your
Liquid lip gloss,
Am drunk with this rhythmic liquor
I mean you are beyond words.
III
The tongue will only talk
My ears always appreciate your
Voice
As my heart is forever yours.
Happy birthday is all I tried to
Say
Join my hands let's celebrate,
You know I respect today
We would share the night in these
Exotic cave,
Located in my romantic village.
Slice your custom pink cake
With inscription of our names
I baked for this special rave,
My love will never find its tail.
HABIB AKEWUSOLA.
Excavator V Escalator
Escalator, to the Top it puts
Excavator rives and ruts;
and it effectively undercuts!
One is a symbol of Mirth
Another; symbol of wrath
and destruction of Earth!
Escalator is a symbol or Fort
Paradigm of Human effort
the other; of bloody sport!
But most, Irony of this Writ
is that one is pretty neat
While another is full if ****!
So, in Life be a Detector
of which is the Escalator
and which is an Excavator!
17th Sept' 2013
Laying in a wicker basket
Are varied colored Easter eggs
Surrounded by milk chocolate
And jelly beans and root beer kegs.
Exploring closer you will see
Beneath the artificial grass:
Sidewalk chalk and marshmallow bees
A squirt gun and a movie pass.
You must keep searching deeper still
Until you find all that’s concealed:
Next you’ll find a treasury bill
And coupon for a Big Mac meal.
Now my little excavator
Have a very happy Easter.
This long time doodling Yankee
(who calls Southeastern Montgomery, Pennsylvania LV
plus III four seasons visited
upon swath of topography to see
and hear flora and fauna over run
via industrialization he doth experience pity
sympathy, humanity deafening cacophony undermining
once abundant bounty, which mutiny
upon bounty outwits mother nature in this REAL LIFE “GAME” of jeopardy
where survival of the fattest dominates avast geography
thence a tempest in a global teapot doth brew
which phenomena Gaia foments, inducing meteorologists due
tee fully issuing catastrophic fallout asper category 5 carved foo
tang clan along Gulf Coast
reserving special vengeance (alas domino effect)
for oil derricks hue mans insatiably drill into
ever more difficult to access reservoirs sans fossil fuels, but Jew
blintz echoes across watery expanse when excavator loo
king for liquid gold hit a mother lode (or off shoot) exciting new
man hick pumps furiously fracking gnome hatter
watching grim faced absent magic spells such as phew
fi foe...aghast at the rapacious, pernicious, malicious....rue
th less ness heaped upon Planet Earth,
where tipping point
re: specifically *****Sapiens over population will true
lee interrogate meteorological altercations, conflagrations, and
exterminations of multitudinous botanical & animal genus or species
as wrath of monster storms akin to a oceanic brigand
wreaking loss of life and limb, additionally bringing destruction
as megadeath metal lick ha - monstrous maelstrom
mercilessly muscles itself when making land
fall, where record rainfall submerges once smug Texans man
dated to evacuate far from the pan
demon harum-scarum as retribution for incessant lambasting wan
ton ness exploiting terrestrial resources selfishly will eventually ban
hush the dominant primate requisitioned to become extinct – anon.
Operating on egos, heavy trust excavator
Temptress trampled tendons, smooth massuese
Promised loyalty, gushing hasty behaviour
Brought men false hope of frail soul's spruce
In her rancid blood, infused through bone
Methods to tease displayed glitter gleam genuine
Blinded sociable victims, feelings on loan
Passed true hearts to her raw to be grilled in pain
Phillippa's diction wrapped wholly in self progess
Dripping honey hands rubbed despondent
Caused fragile faith to cluster beneath her caress
Pleased moans drown clandestine wanton
Balmy endearment seeped from lascivious tongue
Money fled cheerfully from them as echoes
Sweet sway, her silky serenade, systematically sung
Stifled sage judges amidst ravenous shadows
2020
6th December
- sickness caresser -
Written for Contest 'Faith Healer'
Sponsor:
Kai Michael Neumann
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.
I got me a puller;
it works pretty well.
Convincing the wife was
a bit of a sell.
It’s not for the garden;
works best in the woods.
A think of real beauty
once it’s understood.
For pulling up shrubs,
it’s a gardener’s delight.
Just open those jaws
and clamp them real tight.
Then you pull back the sticks
real easy and nice,
and it’s rare that you’ll need
to tug on it twice.
Now, pulling small trees
is not quite as quick
‘cuz the trunk sometimes snaps
if the roots are too thick.
But you just use those jaws
and scratch up the ground;
Those stubborn old roots
will be quick coming ‘round.
But my toy really shines
on an oversized tree.
When that sucker comes down,
I’m a-shoutin’ with glee.
You set up behind it,
dig the roots on both sides,
give a push from the back,
watch it go for a ride.
Some trees, you’ll encircle
to bust all the roots;
they’re strong and they’re tough
and they work in cahoots.
But persistence will get it;
there’s a lot it can do.
Turns out an excavator
is a weed puller too.
Henry, an extraordinary excavator
Would arrive there sooner rather than later.
Using his big cat,
When shown where it was at,
He would dig you an enormous crater.
You really haven’t lived life fully
Until you’ve raced down a mountain
In the rain
On a muddy, slippery trail
In a Bobcat side-by-side utility vehicle
With a twenty foot long section of twelve inch culvert
Teetering precariously on the vehicle
Trying to hold it under one arm
While attempting to steer with the other
So as to keep the Man
With the quarter million dollar excavator
From sitting around
Waiting on you
At an hourly rate
Higher than you ever dreamed of making.
Engine roars wrathy
It digs deeply with high rigs
A deer seers in it
Human primates him
A crowd excavator does
Huge power of pit
Water flows in mad
Forest is gotten rid of
No home for biomass
That’s the job that gave him Navigator
After goodbye to Lift Operator;
Months on the TV as Moderator
And a US firms Gum Distributor…
But Bruce had not wanted Excavator,
Rather Peace-Keeping as Mediator:
“All these awkward passions for artifacts
And choosing to celebrate old facts:
Inquisitive shovels disturbing soil
One might think one is prospecting for oil;
Forbears working on their forgotten face:
Intriguing findings they’d championed the race”.
From excavation grabbed ventilator,
Also, a machine with indicator
And soon a mansion with elevator;
Impenetrable to terminator…
Still, Brice’s true love: his black navigator
The Jeep he drives dressed like Gladiator:
Smart, American with fine radiator…
Of late, my muse: needy.
A truce or a treaty
it seems is in order.
The flow, rather meager,
unwilling, not eager,
a poetic hoarder.
It's coming and going;
it's fun when it's flowing.
It's frustrating knowing
fatigue has been showing
and output is slowing:
a single oar rowing.
The brain needs a resting,
from rhyming and jesting,
The cells need recharging,
expanding, enlarging.
I'll pause the keyboarding
hop the excavator,
get the engines roaring,
come back again later.
On Monday, I release the beast;
I’m going to let the big dog hunt.
My excavator won’t suffice;
compared to this one, it’s a runt.
He’ll start atop our property,
point it downhill and let it go,
and give far better access to
some twenty acres down below.
I’ve got to say, I’m pretty stoked
for both my Missy girl and me.
Our access should be pretty good,
not hopping rocks on one bad knee.
The vale is full of large oak trees
that form a wondrous canopy;
It helps keep down the underbrush
and nurtures budding poetry.