Best Surveyor Poems
I get paid driving a farm tractor
with sideline job as chiropractor;
I massage, soothe muscular pains,
move circulation through your veins;
though never trained in orthopedics,
I've got some real skills like the medics;
strained tendons or twisted ligaments,
come, just suit yourselves, my compliments;
I rub and press, and even squeeze
your bodies, limbs, extremities;
be yours the size of whales or eels,
your aches, your ills this masseur heals;
the contours of your anatomy
are easy topographies for me;
I've learned skills of a land surveyor
from years of driving a farm tractor.
I get paid driving a farm tractor
with sideline job as chiropractor.
I massage, soothe muscular pains,
move circulation through your veins.
Never trained in orthopedics.
But I've got skills of the medics.
Strained tendons, twisted ligaments,
just suit yourselves, my compliments.
I rub and press, even squeeze
your bodies, limbs and extremities.
Be yours the size of whales or eels,
your ills, your aches this masseur heals.
My fingers know topography
and the contours of your body.
Got skills of a land surveyor
from long driving a farm tractor!
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I get paid driving a huge farm tractor
with sideline job as chiropractor;
I massage and I soothe muscular pains,
move vital circulation through your veins.
Though I never trained in orthopedics,
I've got skills similar to the medics;
sprained joints, strained tendons, twisted ligaments,
just tell me where it hurts, my compliments.
I pat and dab, rub and press, knead and squeeze
your weary back, limbs and extremities;
be yours the size and girth of whales or eels,
your aches, your ills this handy masseur heals.
You see, there's none on your anatomy
that escapes from these fingers that tell me;
I've learned the skills of a land surveyor
from long years of driving a farm tractor!
When we speak today we tend to look at words as a necessary constant with limitations of their own rather than a completely different cosmos in which we have the ability to traverse and discover.
Take a single resident of that realm for example; one individual word. Rather than looking at it as a compilation of letters, view it as a beautiful form in which you have the privilege of dressing. Turning it into a separate creation adorned by the complements of your choosing; a poem.
In the realm of poetry there are unending borders of emotion, philosophy, and beliefs that make it a place of residence like no other. However, you as the individual are the surveyor of your own boundaries; meaning that you run the risk of personally limiting your space within the universe of word.
Explore this new land and map its different landscapes. Become that which you are writing and attain the ability, the gift, to reach directly into the mind, heart, and soul of another person.
Life is so uncertain, of that I‘m sure you will agree,
So I’d like to take time, to send a Thank You up to thee;
Thank You for my Friends, that are always there for me,
Thank You for the crazies, that are in my family tree,
Thank You for my husband, who came on bended knee,
Thank You for the perfect life, that you helped me to see,
Thank You for giving me my mind, so able and artsy,
Thank You for my health, with it I am free,
Thank You for my awesome job - Surveyor and Draftee,
Thank You for this blissful house I come home to happily;
Thank You for just being there, your hope fills me with glee,
Thank You for the person that you have let me be,
I’m thankful for all the numerous things, that you have given me,
But mostly for the love, life’s master key…
I bought a piece of land, for my family and me,
to build a perfect home on a plot beside the sea.
I employed a local Surveyor to help draw up the plans,
to build my family dream house on the beach at ‘Lincoln Sands’
He came and took some measurements and samples from the plot,
and I asked if he could include the moorings for a yacht.
The Surveyor did recommend a custom built lighthouse.
He suggested that I go home and discuss this with my spouse.
Accepting his advice we telephoned that day,
and asked a local architect to start building right away.
We installed a lighthouse lamp, a million candles bright,
to warn the ships and sailors on a dark or foggy night.
But my wife and I would argue, due to lack of sleep,
"I can take light nights no more" my wife to me would weep.
Several years have passed and I'm living all alone,
She left me for a sailor, shipwrecked near our home!
One day, whilst drowning my sorrows in my local public house,
I met the smooth talking Surveyor and I called him such a louse.
“I was surprised when you advised a lighthouse by the sea,
But I didn't expect the profound effect it would have on my wife and me”.
“No”, said the Surveyor "I think you misunderstand-my concern was with subsidence and the risk of shifting sand and I advised a ‘lighter house’ upon your plot of land!”
24th July 2017
There was a surveyor who saw an old box on a piece of land,
Who investigated and found it was a treasure trove in the sand.
He hid the chest in the earth beside the most distinct of trees
And disguised the spot of disturbance with its scattered leaves.
He happily left but soon returned with an offer in his hand
To claim the treasure as his own with the purchase of the land.
There was a merchant, who only dealt in the finest of pearls,
Who found the most precious one at the Cultured Girls
After sorting through so many; he gave that one a rave.
The price was grand that was discussed as he went his way,
But he came again with all the cost and gave them all twirls,
For he acquired the greatest pearl among all other pearls.
There was a lover in search of love and ready to give love,
Who saw it just when his light got dim, the moon was up above.
The windows of heaven had opened up to supply his very need.
He felt like Adam the day that God presented to him Eve;
And so he sold all that he had and found the beginning of
His life, alas! He was rich and full of peace with her love.
Oh, you mighty winged wonder,
Drifting on a balmy breeze.
Across clover scented air,
And over deep salty seas.
Light as a feather you fly,
Surveyor of lands below.
Through mountain passes you glide,
Withstanding the caps of snow.
Now landing and perched on high,
Your task is put to the test.
With your chicks well on the way,
You scurry to build a nest.
New eggs are ready to hatch,
And soon you'll have mouths to feed.
You search among forest floors,
With the hopes of worm and seed.
Newborns are safely asleep,
As you guard them through the night.
When daybreak peeks overhead,
Back to the freedom of flight.
I should be entitled to a free Lifetime Premium Membership according to my wife and friends around me. My father CPO Arthur Frederick Horn was killed on active duty on the Carrier Intrepid after 20 years of service. He could have retired. I, myself, am a retired veteran whose Poetry Soup total just exceeded 800 full length poems. My poem was Poem of the Day on August 16th and two of your other poems had received honorable mentions and one a first place. I am supposed to be making the other person think this is their very own idea. Not only that, I am writing this in a free verse format so I will receive a free membership. This is a great idea you have there. I had to re-write, re-design and straighten the whole poem out. Oh, also my grandfather Jacob Horn was a Spanish American War veteran and six family members of my mother's were in the Civil War. One was killed at Gettysburg. Another person on my mother's side was a surveyor and on the staff of George Washington. Don't you think that I should be entitled to something?
James Thomas Horn
USAF 13735656
Retired Veteran
PS. One day you won't be able to find any of those
numbers anymore. They are all being replaced with
Social Security Numbers.
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the earths radius is 3,959 miles,
in the inside it holds all of our beautiful smiles,
the earth is made up of 3 different parts,
and the core is right where it starts,
then its the mantle which is its thickest layer,
the person who determines the elevation is called a surveyor,
the last layer is the crust,
some of the people on earth aren't easy to trust,
earth is the only planet not named after a god,
to me all the other planets sound a little odd.
but before the day is over make sure you pray,
because if it wasn't for God you wouldn't of lived a day.
Availing the services expert surveyors is something that one must opt for if you want to get an asbestos survey done and also want to save some time and money in the process. During the survey, what is important which a surveyor searches for is the position of the asbestos fibers and the ways to manage it perfectly. If the surveyor knows about the perfect location of the asbestos containing material then a lot of time is saved as well as money. Only a few asbestos surveyors are known to be expert in this field. They have an inclination to perform the survey rapidly without having using much money.
An asbestos fiber surveyor could opt for a repairs review or even for a managerial study. The surveyor might require to remove the asbestos which is a very hectic and tiring process, the latter technique is somewhat less costly than the former one because in refurbishment technique. Furthermore in this particular process a ton of money is spent for your full removing. In these situations, an authority surveyor enters into picture. These surveyors can particularly inform the location of the asbestos as they have experience and are familiar with this stuff as a result the labor as well as the expense are lowered drastically which often cuts down on the time. Asbestos fibers studies by means of skilled surveyors allow you to identify the harmful materials present in the asbestos fiber rapidly. These materials are then inspected by numerous research laboratory staff for the actual existence of just about any illnesses which can be air-borne by nature. According to these final results, the surveyor then determines about what choice has to be taken for handling the asbestos fiber.
To obtain some professional surveyors, RJS waste Management has made some okay progresses. The company has many expert surveyors in store for anyone and helps to ensure that the survey is done with little waste of time and money. Using this company at hand, folks now do not need to think about the asbestos that contain material as being the difficulties might be fixed in a short time. Doing a questionnaire of the asbestos will assure your safety of the family members and your self.
I'm love’s iPad ready for an embrace.
Steve Jobs got credit for the touch interface
But mine's up and running with all the updates
I'm love's police regulating the pace
"you took that curve a little fast - this isn't a race."
I'm love's surveyor drawing the lines
"the pilgrims want to explore a new area this time."
I'm love's conductor - whew - hear the engine whine
"A tourist wants the tunnel - he's ready and primed."
I'm love's waitress
"sir, that's not on the menu."
Love's entrepreneur hosting the venue
I'm love’s umpire right there in your face…
"sorry pal, but you’re out at second base!"
I lay quietly in a cradle of sand
Warmed by the glow of sun’s affection
Soothed by a salt water lullaby
An ardent surveyor of nature’s perfection
And I wonder if they ever think of me
Am I even a blink of their memory
Lives shared only in brief connection
Engraved now in my mind’s reflection
Friendships made in summers past
Fleeting encounters of my youth
Lost through course of life’s divergence
Savored now like sweet Vermouth
My thoughts now stirred by breezy incense
A perfume of seaside sachet
I tuck away these thoughts of fancy
To contemplate another day
Cramped steps acquaint heavy hatch reluctant
Cushion hush cellar isolate, harsh sun migraines
Catapulted myopic into apocalyptic destruction
Crumple of coastal community permits my gains
Grim resilient, plotted alone, abided by rations
Tidal wave treachery turned streets to swamps
Flotsam tops remnants sea's fury didn't flatten
Successors gorge on corpses misfortunes crop
Erased ocean era, crook posts pitifully campaign
Brashly I churn bathtubs of backstroked arachnids
Inhabit rainforest ripple stream, source I can claim
Traverse canopy like trampoline, scout eyes active
8th March
Out of Mangrove
Nature made convenient sluice,
when pool water did wend
down the gentle slope
describing gargantuan wetsuit vend
er steadily chugging, chiseling,
and channeling straight away
blindly coursing upend
ding (mankind imposed)
property boundaries demarcations tend
with futile diligence,
asper the whimsical barenaked lady's
propensities, viz mother nature
made short shrift send
ding hours of surveyor labor down
into the behavioral sink also rend
ding inhabitants within the flood plain
to vacate premises and return,
when storm didst abate
comically shaking angry fist
at darkening non sheltering sky -
faux imitating to berate
meteorological processes
many complex systems create
the downpour seemingly
appearing (to me) rainier date
then years gone by scattershot memories,
(which figurative, somewhat unreliable
yardstick of boyhood) did equate
climate affecting
Southeastern Montgomery, Pennsylvania,
registering *****sapiens ultimate fate
burgeoning population, which impact great enough
for this lix spittle country bumpkin to ejaculate
(not prematurely) Hawaii hate
to reckon my environmental impact doth irritate
fragile ecosystems, and
holistic lifestyle aye would trade
(hint...mebbe ya know
of eco-centric intentional communities)
even (yes absolutely)
necessitating sweat of brow spade
work agreeable to this sometime joker
renting from management Grosse and Quade,
who primarily bolster increasing monies to get paid,
perhaps partnership incorporates hiring maid
service for their own households,
no doubt beds get properly made
yet, this regular John Doe (dependent on
social security disability because
debilitating panic attacks undermined
ability to function found (yours truly) laid
up (prior to acquiescing strong suggestions
to accept prescription medication), where grade
to cope much less steep, plus un huff frayed,
now rowing tha old skiff to destination
for to long not fostered and delayed
(christened matthew scott harris) to feign charade
nod duh so merrily lee down the time stream.