Cattle Poems - Poems about Cattle

...As ravens, Pharisees were filled with destructive pleasures. Termites of Puritanism had been eating up their minds? They thought they had fallen from heaven as truth possessors. Each of their ape-......Read the rest...

...Sunset on the boulevard, the river's moon on rise; Children tucked into their beds, sleep heavy in the eyes. The supper dishes are clean, cattle are bedded down; Radio's played t......Read the rest...

...They invaded the neighbouring town by night, Stripped it of its serenity before daylight, They had been to the town before, No one knew they would come for more. We geared up, We’d walk to the......Read the rest...

...At this very moment coolies screamed, ‘train', We scampered packing up our bags and bales, A long-awaited train’s a certain bane, But this one turned a boon, such were the tales, An English g......Read the rest...

...Joshua 6:15 NIV? [15] On the seventh day, they got up at daybreak and marched around the city seven times in the same manner, except that on that day they circled the city seven times. ?Joshua 6:2......Read the rest...

...Excitement prevails, Who is the next nut wick to go to jail? Liars and cheats, Oh, what a treat! Is it just my surprise, That politicians lie? Occasionally, Just to keep the beat, And offer a......Read the rest...

... He wears thick gloves when he strings the barbed wire, fashioning a thorny fence from prickly metal spines, reminding me that cattle like to know the boundaries, the edges of a pasture, clever......Read the rest...

... He surveys his kingdom each day, from Iron Gate to Wooden Wall. Each leaf that falls and blade that sways, his loyal subjects one and all. The cattle grazing in the field, the kittens nestle......Read the rest...

...Daylight breaks through the gate and a bright light shine intensely on my face from a distance. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but I fold one arm and held on tightly to the other arm. I knew it was......Read the rest...

...“Wandering through empty and crowded streets with no destination in sight and sleeping under the sky with the fire burning inside was my life, the life of a vagabond. Survival is a funny game and lif......Read the rest...

...Women who worked as Enslaved wet nurse Treated like cattle often worse Never allowed to eat well Unfortunately her body breast swell Raped in spirit, mind, and body Suckling masters infant ......Read the rest...

... The humidity was doing a good job of keeping pace with the temperature. Until around 10 AM when the thermometer pushed its way past 100. That’s when 176 frightened kids and a few old hippies stagge......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Well, it’s coming again, my poet friends- A hint and then a wide burst of buds. It’s that fling of spring thing, Coming fast, hitting hard and smelling good. A mas......Read the rest...

...Hell The place of safety was dirty and cold The building smelt musty, damp and old Place of safety in which I was to roam Was, in fact, a children's home They clothed and fed me as little......Read the rest...

...Though this will not be poetic I'm opting to answer questions before they're asked And as a courtesy to tradition I will do so in poetic format Chlorella is algae which grows just like a weed ......Read the rest...