Best Calf Poems
Betty had a little calf,
It was white and brown,
Everywhere that Betty went
It followed her around.
She fed it twice every day
With a bucket full of chaff,
The way Daisy munched it
Made young Betty laugh.
Categories:
calf, children, pets,
Form:
Rhyme
A Golden Calf came through our old town for people to worship whether deft or daft.
If anyone impedes this Olympian flame in disporting procession coming from this flawed
home (like all ours) of demos kratos - Greece will save itself if it be true to 'people
power' that now has a spring in its not always athletic step, gamy leg they will be
game, a terrorist to to types of boot, receiving their (in) just desserts if they spoil (be
fair) many people's pleasure. It will be an arresting scene for we vin ordinaire to drink
in the sights of champagne wasting sporty types, Olympic worthies, 'celebrities',
politicos like bouncy Boris in his and their special Soviet fast lanes that no war or civil
hero just 'sporting' ones will ride in this four times over budget shindig that we
taxpayers of the world, mainly this faire isle will gladly pay for them to play knowing
that they shaft us every day yet cannot they take our souls from us whether we are
believers or no - each our very selves will truly show.
Categories:
calf, sports,
Form:
Free verse
The Calf Roper
By
Tom Wright
From the California town named Truckee,
Came a roper of calves nicknamed Bucky.
But calves would troop,
Through his lasso’s loop,
He still thought he had talent, just unlucky.
Categories:
calf, humor,
Form:
Limerick
The grass, just about dry,
is canary, clothed in evening sun,
now sinking beyond the colorful portrait,
canvassed on nature’s abundant spread;
a brilliant form, painted by fall’s seasoned fingers.
The cool breeze funnels through valleys
carved into towering crags,
and gently commands the trees to stir,
while prompting nebulous wits to think of wintry smiles.
A lonely guinea hen begins a boisterous chatter,
moon-stricken;
a crack at preserving a cogent mind.
Water lilies, a daub of pink and white,
caressed by the sun’s slight light,
settle buoyantly amid roaming rain clouds,
but secluded from toadstools sowed in animal droppings
on the mucky banks, which hush the tributary.
Waterfowl soar across the blue in a unique motif
to slice the resisting wind, and ride the up-lift.
Young goats ramp on the giant shaft of a fallen oak tree,
and Lulu’s cow has a calf, a male calf.
The bovine, English-bred, is a burden to his mother.
Round and apathetic; he lurches like a drunk.
His back is a toilet for egrets and sand-pipers.
He impedes the progress of the herd,
and the bellowing is far too concentrated around the stream,
where, on tranquil days, sad reflections trickle away.
If anyone should inquire why life here is such a drag
Your best reply should be:
Lulu’s cow has a calf, a male calf.
Categories:
calf, animals, nature,
Form:
Narrative
Living on a farm is never boring
There are cows to milk, bulls, steers, calves to feed
Pigs to slop and chickens to peck the dust
With guineas moving around, exploring
Chasing turkeys through the musical lead
Dance must
Enlightening their lives through adventures
Naught is as soothing a silence, a must
Ensuring life brings contentment, indeed
Knowing we will learn from misadventures
God’s just
The Speaker Poetry Contest
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Categories:
calf, adventure, animal, creation, farm,
Form:
Curtal Sonnet
a young calf
kicks up its heels....
thanksgiving for life
Categories:
calf, age, celebration,
Form:
Haiku
A white and brown calf
Is licking her mom’s body
In the grassy field!
Categories:
calf, animals, life, nature,
Form:
Haiku
1)...... Marry someone of your religion and status, bringing the families together.
A. It keeps harmony in the distribution of power and increases both families
potential for Profitable ventures.
2)...... A wife is to be a virgin and stay faithful.
A. If either of these are broken she is dangerous to the sexual possessiveness of
her husband, and may wound him, making him unable to focus on
profitable ventures, thus weakening the family.
3)...... Love is a commitment to family and service to focus on profitable ventures and
nothing more.
4)...... A woman’s role is to raise the offspring, and service their husbands sexual needs.
5)...... A man’s role is to dutifully work hard to make the family strong and powerful.
6)...... The lower class must be taught to submit to the hierarchy.
7)...... The lower class must be taught to oppress sex drive as unwanted children are a
burden on the ruling class’ profits.
8)...... Women are more easily controlled and must be taught with harsh judgment that
unmarried sex is unacceptable.
9)...... Pay the middle class well, as they will defend you blindly as they become
addicted to the hierarchy.
10).... Build church’s to whatever Gods they worship and assure them they are going to
heaven as long as they do not have children they can not care for and conform.
to the status quo.
In times of struggle with the people, buy all the gold, as it is my body, and keep it the most
beloved metal, this is how you worship me in times of need. Diamonds are my eyes and
make bonds with them, of purity.
Follow these rules and the Golden Calf will always keep your family strong.
Categories:
allegory, family, life, politicalfamily,
Form:
The Prince was wicked pertinacious,
picky to the 'nth' degree,
inclined to be quite perspicacious
when considering Number Three.
The first had sadly disappointed,
not come up to scratch, you see,
and number two was ill-appointed
for a run at royalty.
His Princess must be slim and cracking!
all the things a bride should be;
the first two had been sadly lacking,
weighing in at 203!
And the Prince was quite the ' leg man,'
boobs and bums bored him to death,
skinny 'gams' got his attention,
drove him wild, he'd gasp for breath!
Number Three was pert and potent!
slender legs her argument, half
the size of each opponent,
her big edge? the smallest calf!
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...a challenge to write a poem with this particular title,
I deliberately avoided LIVESTOCK!
Categories:
calf, writing,
Form:
Quatrain
The Prince was extra pertinacious,
picky to the 'nth' degree,
inclined to be quite perspicacious
when considering Number Three.
The first had sadly disappointed,
not come up to scratch, you see,
and number two was ill-appointed
for a run at royalty.
His Princess must be slim and cracking!
all the things a bride should be;
the first two had been sadly lacking,
weighing in at 203!
And the Prince was quite the ' leg man,'
boobs and bums bored him to death,
skinny 'gams' got his attention,
drove him wild, he'd gasp for breath!
Number Three was pert and potent!
slender legs her argument, half
the size of each opponent,
her winning edge? the smallest calf!
*******
the challenge? To write a poem with this exact title.
as you can see, I avoided livestock!
Categories:
calf, humorous,
Form:
Quatrain
Born out of fear.
Suffering screams that nobody hears, and eyes that are swelled up with tears.
Peering into a world that is very unclear.
Abruptly being steered...
Sheer fear...
Painful spear...
Disappear.
Categories:
calf, absence, abuse, baby, farm,
Form:
Tail-rhyme
Not a heifer's figure
makes a bull calf eager.
Volodymyr Knyr
2017
Categories:
calf, animal, desire, inspiration, relationship,
Form:
Couplet
In a small Iowa town, picturesque,
as some would put, is a farm
so let me continue on a bit,
and I'll spin a Holiday yarn
Down a long country lane, not far from town,
there was a farm, not big, fifty acres and a half
on the farm, lived a large animal family,
the youngest, was Callie the Calf
It was a week before Christmas,
Horatio the Horse came in from the yard
he unhitched from the sleigh, came into the barn,
and handed Callie the Calf a Christmas card
The card, from Buddy the Dog and Baily the Cat,
friends of hers from the city
inside was an invitation, to a party
a New Year's party, better dress pretty
Christmas came and Christmas went,
the snow did lightly fall
Callie was getting ready for,
the New Years gala ball
She spoke with her friends, through the animal vine,
to find out about the fare
if there was anything, she had to bring,
and just who all might be there
Baily said," don't bring anything,
bring a date, or just yourself
Callie was so excited, when she heard,
Jackson might be coming, dressed as an Elf
Here it is, it's New Years Eve.
it is finally party day
Horatio Horse, was waiting outside,
to take her in the sleigh
All grown up for the party,
Horatio, gave Callie a Knightly bow
and said," you're no longer a baby,
You've grown into a Cow"
You Go Girl !
Categories:
calf, animals, holiday, imaginationchristmas, animal,
Form:
Rhyme
The Brown Eyed Calf
Now ol’ Dan was a calf roper
Won lots of cash that way
He’d rope at county fairs and such
A big boost to his pay.
He done it for so many years
They got to seem the same
Sometimes he lost track of the town
Could not recall the name.
So it weren’t no great big surprise
That calves seemed all alike
He’d rope and tie ‘em, get his pay
An’ go on down the pike.
Then one day in some Texas town
It somehow went awry.
Didn’t seem to be no reason
He couldn’t figger why.
He’d thrown a calf down on its side
An’ glanced into its eyes.
Somethin’ happened - don’t know what
The calf looked downright wise.
He heard the calf begin to speak,
“You don’t know what you’ve done.
I won’t always be this little,
Your time will surely come.”
Well, Dan just purely came unstuck.
He staggered to his horse –
Rode out the gate an’ down the street
Just drippin’ with remorse.
He switched to ridin’ bulls instead
So he won’t see those eyes
Won’t have to look into that face
An’ tell himself them lies.
An’ then one day in Abilene
He’d settled in the chute.
While he was wrappin’ up his hand
A voice came from that brute.
“Well, lookey here, it’s you again,
I told you I’d get growed!
The jokes on you this time, my friend.
Ain’t me that’s gettin’ throwed.
Touch me with those spurs and watch
What happens to yor’ bones.
I aim to scatter you around
An’ listen to yor’ moans.”
They opened up the gate just then
Out came that snortin’ beast
But Dan weren’t nowhere to be seen,
Some say he headed East.
They say he lives a simple life
Never seems to laugh
He tells the same ol’ story ‘bout
The brown eyed killer calf.
Januaary, 2013
Categories:
calf,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
I am a sinner you know
I was a devil in my past
I am confessing my guilty before you
to get a small relax from the present fears
They are chasing even in my dreams
to rescue my mind, I am confessing here
Black and dark days coming ahead to me
Light is not there and only dark dominates in my roads
My Calf! My dear most
Take me to the world of peace and
Get me His rescuing grace
Though I am a sinner and corrupted soul
Love is there to Him and fear is there on His words
Call Him to save me from this dark
Ask Him to relieve from this Hell
I doubt, will He come to call and
Will he hear my cries with grace?
As a sinner and cruel
I ‘ve lost a chance to call Him to confess
As a beloved noble soul
He will come to your call and
He will hear your words as a Lord
Call Him My calf to accept my confession
Categories:
calf, faithme, dark, dark, me,
Form:
Free verse