Bulldoze Poems

ANDY THE DILLO

just something fun....
ANDY THE DILLO*
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In Texas town where sun brightly shone,  
Andy the dillo lives, all alone. 
     He dreamt of a pretty gal,  
     one who lives in his locale.  
Together the dusty trails they’d roam  

When pillaging one starry night
he met Astrid, "Oh! you're outta sight"
     A quizzical nose had she
     “You're perfect dillo for me!
Let’s eat worms together, they’re a delight!"

With a twirl and a tap of her toes,  
she showed dance moves that she knows.  
     'round and 'round she did spin,  
     with giggles and a grin.
Then he noticed her rather large schnoz.

“EEEGADS! Where did you get that nose?
With it, the ground you can bulldoze
     You’re a dillo extraordinaire.
     I’ll follow you anywhere.
Let’s go get some worms at Joe’s!”

*Note: Poem originally published in Poetry Soup in June  2025 (poetrysoup.com/poem/andy_the_armadillo_1738645)> I then deleted it. This is my original poem.

The throne of Lucifer

You couldn't beat down the Irish
Neither the Scots too
What makes you think your royal
Do you believe your blood is blue 

In truth you should look for answers 

Brought up in a lie since conception 
Nothing between those ears 
Only corrupt deception 

You are no more royal than the dirt on my shoe
Everything you ever touched is open for abuse

Let the bullets fly let the cannons fire
Let them come your way 
It's the people's desire

What makes you think you are royal
Do you believe your blood is blue 

It's ok you might be forgiven 
You are genetically twisted
Past down through your line
Maybe you will see the truth in time
No more desire for any royal line

You sit upon the throne of a lucifarian dream
A puppet to a fallen master
It must be warm on the throne of Lucifer 

Your time is up put down your mantle 
It's time to bulldoze time to dismantle 

Your system is corrupt a satanic inception 
Your blood is not blue 
It's full of deception.

Woman of Substance

She knows when to say yes and when to say no
She gives you so much, you keep asking for more
She manages her own home, kids and money
Straight talk, her words are not dripped with honey
She knows when you lie and looks you in the eye
Nothing misses her sight not even a fly
She can bulldoze her way into anything complicating
Before you know it she’s got everyone clapping
She will sacrifice her life if she believes it’s worth the cause
When she puts her mind to something there is no press for pause
And so we have, Indira Gandhi, Indra Nooyi and Sudha Murthy
Michelle Obama, Angela Merkel and Jacinda Arden
All these lovely ladies who need a good applause and garland

Them Out of Staters

All them foreigners that move here
they always tell me that they've come 
To search for open spaces
‘cause cities made ‘em feel so numb

They came out here to Montana
to a place where they could feel free
To bulldoze out the pristine streams
and chop down the Aspen trees

To tear away the lodge pole pine
ponderosas and tamarack
Dig away the mountain side
and cram their houses back to back

They flatten out the rolling hills
to build a shopping mall or two
Built all them buildings so damn tall
their blocking out the mountain view

They've taken all the wildflowers
and laid down asphalt and cement
Put solar panels on their roofs
'cause that’ll save the environment

Should a deer wander into town
they want the law to do the deed
Because having wild critters around
is something that they just don't need

They say that they feel better now
with all the beauty they can see
Just sitting in their sealed off rooms
watchin' nature shows on TV

Iambic Sighs

Iambic Sighs
David J Walker

What a cruel damn thing
	Life can seem
Before you fly

I know
	What where goes
And when goes
	And there goes
With treasure troves 
of why

I know
	Which wind blows
On down lows
	And in flows
On outflows 
And iambic sighs

I know
	Of back hoes
And bulldoze
	And fast slows
And good pose 
	And bad prose
And a second-place prize
 
What a cruel damn thing
	Life can seem
And then we say 
Our goodbyes

Let the Dead Bury the Dead

All those hidden graveyards
just beneath the flesh
where the mesh of being
cavitates, creates
holes in the psyche.

Those much visited memories
where no flowers are laid
but a much-tilled earth
covered and uncovered
with newly exhumed regrets.

Bulldoze them in
and they spring up again.
Better to leave,
to face any other way
finding the shortest path
out of yourself.

Better to abandon the dead,
to leave them to wander
as wraths into a past
that no longer exists,
and so
cannot now be unearthed.

Peace Encamped

When the long journey on foot is over and
the refugee drops in a tent and has hot meal, is peace;
when he puffed his first smoke in weeks, is peace;
when the sky celebrates his arrival with rain, is peace;
when he has finally ability to take a shower, is peace;
when he fixes the tear in the tent with tape, is peace;
when he smashes a scorpion on his blanket, is peace;
when he hears his wife and children about to join him, is peace;
when the news of cease-fire and end of bloodshed spreads, is peace;
when the camp is upgraded with toilets, is peace;
when he makes love with his wife after a long time, is peace;
when his kids are sound sleep and dreaming, is peace;
when he and others challenge the authorities to disperse, is peace;
when they bulldoze the camp and it's desolated, is peace.

Choices

CHOICES
 
I think about what you did to me every single day
I try to block it out but it just won’t go away
The things I want to tell you come seeping through my brain
They bulldoze their way in like a fast moving train
 
You kept me from my loved ones on special occasions
My confidence withered just like dried, shriveled raisins
You started staying out late, I knew what you were doing
But when I tried to talk to you, you only started screaming
 
I wake up when I’m sleeping very violently
Dreaming every night of the things you’ve done to me
Because of what you’ve done, I can’t go out after dark
Seeking only pleasure from the lonely firefly spark
 
Think about it now as you sit inside your cell
Where your drug habit got you and why you’re in jail
It’s nothing that I did so don’t even start
It’s because of your choices you know it in your heart.

She Said

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 me
It will exactly be about 
How you met me...
And she said let me 
Let the blessed me 
Empty the belly of your worries
So do not be in a hurry 
To sing to how sexy I'm 
Especially when you 
Expect me not to be attached 
To this strange feeling 
That fairly kept me 
On my toes 
For this heart knows how to bulldoze 
These shadows that are there to slow down 
My heart beat
My blood knows its own flows 
It allows me to grow to another direction 
With total perfection
She sat and said...
Let me grow inside of you 
So that when u breath for both us 
You will know that I said let m be yours 
So she said...

Faith

"Faith Can Move Mountains."
I have heard that term time and time again,
but it is for the most part a misunderstanding.
The only time that I witnessed faith move mountains,
was when an entrepreneur had FAITH in his vision,
and then took ACTION,
to bulldoze those mountains into the background,
and erect where they once stood a complex condominium.
Faith alone does not accomplish anything,
unless you approach that faith with the appropriate action.

Hay Day

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 the land, hay fluffy in rows,
Excitement grows, through the land we bulldoze.

Dad chirps, "are you alright back there Jim?",
I shout "of course", Dad sings a country hymn.

Me and my Dad were happy and care-free,
Together alone, as simple as abc.

Unrepentant

My sins are catching up with me, yet still I'm unrepentant.
A demon came to take my soul but back to Hell I sent it.

Life has made a joke of me, now time will bulldoze through me.
God must love to fuc#, cuz when he gave me life he screwed me.

But really though, that's just a joke, no deity creates me.
Cherokee pumps through my veins, now time discriminates me.

Native and white, it mixed up right, think twice before you bait me.
Add flesh and bone to guns I own, that's who I'd wish to date me.

Most times I feel invisible, I've never been acknowledged.
This body that I occupy it needs to be demolished.

Then maybe I could try again to create someone better.
Mentally right, whom folks would like, stand smiling in a sweater.

With confidence and quicker wits, a smile unforced nor strained.
Then perhaps I'd find happiness and kill these inner pains.

The Old House On Hoover Street

~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 its heart ripped out
Who dare go there now but demons and bats?
Why would anyone want to step foot into this hell hole of a trap?
Bring the bulldozers in I say!
Bull doze this bad memory of someone’s life! 
Rats are scampering about on its main floor
Bulldoze the pain of this once old house
Allow someone to rebuild another with a fresh new dream

Gwendolen Rix
9-1-14

Final Days- Decisions 2-25-02

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
   Is God doing this to me?”
“I’ve tried to be good and kind.
   A Christian.”
He called Morris to the room
   And asked for the 357,
Knowing he might be the only
   One to hear his plea.
Morris denied his wish, and cried.
He called us all one at a time—
   And gave us guns from his safe.
Ammunition kept at a distance.
Ralph and I went to the driveway.
    “It’s sad,” he said. “Someday
 They’ll bulldoze this to the ground.”
“People will forget it was here—
   Like we never existed.”
We’ve got to call Hospice,” I said.
Or we’re going to lose them both.”
   A final bed.
The decision had been made.

Conservation

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 weed
And yet I had grown familiar
To that strange love, duplicitous
Like heat waves telling distant lies
To desert parched of tongue.
Nothing fills the hole
But gaping memories,
The sinister attitude of splintered reason
Pervading arguments pass the redundant season.
Landfills are tricky places to own
With a tart capacity for limited rehabilitation
It was irrevocable, my blind ambition
To grow a garden in soil gangrene with mold
Let pigs search for truffles there alone.
Love cannot bulldoze a level field
For friendship where no one yields.
To and fro the black wings
In the smoke drenched sky
Flutters 
The subside in the mind cavernous.

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