Best Cattle Poems
Almost sixty years ago, my father
under suspicion, as a cattle rustler
Me a bit surprised
but it could have been as the title of a hustler
One day whilst in the dairy, my father with my brother milking cows
two young cops arrived to ask a leading question
Were you in such and such a paddock on such and such a day
if so what was your purpose, was put as a suggestion
They had evidence to support, that my father he did visit
That his actions in that paddock may be viewed as illicit
One cop from his pocket pulled a docket , that had been found
it was a receipt which displayed my fathers name
It was enough for them to investigate,
that's why to my father's property they came
To their leading question
what was it he was doing
I had a crap was his immediate reply
One young innocent cop asked my father what's a crap
They would have instantly known if my father said he was ........ a word that rhymes with ruing
perhaps my father would have had regrets if he had known what would later be brewing
NO CHARGES LAID
They hung around the beer joint with the finest Western wear
with thumbs tucked in their belt loops and such a studly air.
But those boots weren't made for stirrups and were polished to a sheen,
and on those fancy cowboy hats not a sweat stain could be seen.
You could be sure they hadn't spent much time around a branding pot,
for the only brands they recognized were ones on stuff they bought.
And if they ever passed the time just musing 'bout their spread,
it'd be the one around their middle or the one they put on bread.
Just a bunch of cowboy wannabes in a modern masquerade,
but they drove the biggest pickup trucks that Detroit ever made.
The beds were big and beautiful without a scratch or scuff inside,
'cause the only thing they hauled around was a horse's big backside.
As they stood around outside the joint, in a smart-ass state of mind,
in pulled an ancient pickup with an old horse trailer hitched behind.
The truck an old green Chevy, year 'bout nineteen fifty-nine,
with two high wooden sideboards stacked with hay bales bound with twine.
Out stepped a skinny hombre, with steel-blue eyes and bandy legs,
but he had a rippling six-pack while all the boozers sported kegs.
His cowboy hat was sweat-stained; high-heeled boots were dusty gray;
he kicked off a chunk of cow pie, then he grabbed a bale of hay.
He was mighty parched and dusty, but he wouldn't quench his thirst
'cause you're not an honest cowboy unless you water horses first.
The pack of fools gave out a hoot, yelled "Hey there, Texas Pete!
Get yourself a man-sized truck and take that geezer off the street!"
As he finished with the horses, up walked two ladies smokin' hot.
The cowboy promptly doffed his hat, while the posers there did not.
The cowboy got a long admiring look and the rounders just a sneer,
as the sham was so apparent when a real cowboy was near
They flashed the dusty cowboy a big ol' smile 'bout ten miles wide...
Said "Honey, would a gent like you care to escort us gals inside?"
He winked, then gave the trucks a look and spat a stream of juice.
Said, "Boys, y'all's might be bigger, but mine gets a sight more use."
Cattle Drive
Roll over a bit in me swag
Get some bones clear of the ground
Dew is on us swag cover is wet
Dingo is howling around
The cattle are camped in the corner
The frogs are croaking, smile creeps
Old horse has the nose bag on
Oats n the chaff for his keep
Fox has his nose in the camp oven
Cattle dog snarls n he freaks
Fox has blurted and gone now
Cattle dog goes back to sleep
At daylight we are catching the horses
Hobbles come off as they squeak
Saddle and mount a grumpy horse
be unloaded, you’re bloody weak :)
Old horse drops his head again smartly
Pigroots around the flat
Stay with him mate it’s only
oats causing springing like that.
Cattle move on down the Stockroute
15 mile a day cross water n creeks
40 mile to the railhead Darby
The Shielas are waiting so sweet.
Don Johnson
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Like Loading Cattle In Seattle
When we will spend time in Seattle,
We would like loading lots of cattle;
See Rainer;
Docile deer;
What to do next, we had big battle.
Jim Horn
Lived in Redmond, WA near Seattle
from August 1976 to May 2001.
Really liked it but too expensive.
Cattle bells ringing
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somewhere beyond termite m s—
flies h u m in the heat
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They keep us turning down the halls like cattle
Keep your eyes up
Face forward
No phones
Stay in routine
You’ve done this for so many years now
No distractions
Don’t look at the broken people next to you
Face forward
A girl at your school killed herself because of the bullying
Study hard
They found a bullet at a high school
No phones
The gun was never found
Wait until the bell rings
A girl was sexually assaulted
No sleeping in class
Keep walking, walking, walking
Don’t look at the stripes lining peoples arms
Stop talking while I’m teaching
Don’t stare at the faint mascara streaks running down her face
Turn to page 34
Stop looking at the boy who is googling how to make a pipe bomb during study hall
Raise your hand
How dare you talk badly about the baseball player who raped you
I’ll give you assigned seats if you don’t stop talking
Don’t worry about the girl who weighs 80 pounds, guidance counselors will take care of her
Did I say you could talk
The girl is threatening to overdose in the school bathroom
What’s the answer to this problem on the board
We are not watching out for our peers
We are not being active enough to make a change
I have woken up too many times from a nightmare of a school shooting
Of a suicide
Of a sexual assault
These are everyday problems
But our schools are deciding to ignore them
Many of us are uncertain of the future
Whether or not we will live to see another day
Either by our own hands or someone else’s
Will we have the strength to continue
To not jump in front of the bullet?
I can’t guarantee that I wouldn’t take that opportunity
But the school keeps up moving forward
Keep walking down the narrow halls
Heads up
No distractions
Like cattle
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12/12/2018
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Rocky he’s a Cattle Dog
he’s coloured black and blue
He always lays around asleep
till work he has to do..
Two Preachers came walking up our path
to speak their line of spiel
They told me of their one true God
and did it with some zeal
At last they left just one sheep short
And headed for the gate
Then one turned to look around
Cos Rocky bit his mate
I thought to drive old Rocky off
With whip and curses rare…………."Stock whip good on cattle better on burglars in house"..
I cracked the whip and yelled a lot
But terrified the pair
They thought the Devil on their tail
This dog and madman too
They leapt in a Ford and did set sail
In a cloud of smoke so blue….
Don Johnson
Blue heel biting Cattle dog "heeler" or Australian Shepherd
great Aussie brown snake killers, some Dingo in em.....very economical watch Dog...
Imagine hills where
landscapes slide into
heavens
Dews and hues
romancing its ranches
A decor of devil's bow in
soft tone
A cascade of bays
blending
A steaming geothermal
spa amid black lava fields
Thawing snow tumbling
Glitzy huts emerging from
riviera
Echoes of villagers
sparkling the harmony of
the wind
Howdy tourists emerging
from the blues
Obudu cattle ranch a
milieu of fantasy
awoh awoh
Cattlemen in the evening sky
Who have gone to their by and by
Have been seen now and again
By those considered special friends.
Ridin' the stars and ropin' the moon
Making it easy as they zoom
Only one in a million times they miss
They're lassoing is very crisp.
Each helps the stars that's in the sky
So they may always stay up high
When they're not careful we lose a star
That once was seen from quite afar.
Now with the greenhorns they have fun
When they show each how it is done
Ridin' the stars and ropin' the moon
Making it easy as they zoom.
Life is just a cattle drive
Of trending hype,
Of endless stress
Crushing like wine press,
A tango with fortune’s
Many taunts and tantrums,
A gamble to grapple with fate,
So gaze with care at the
Forked roads before you,
Which way can you surely say
Is not smothered by smog?
Poem released into Public Domain
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Polar bears, spotted owls and honey bees
Care nothing of scientific debates
Over flatus of cattle and SUV’s.
Some drop big oil drills and some drop big trees
To provide a place for our dinner plate,
With its filet mignon or black eye peas.
The planet goes on with its rolling seas
Immune to false conclusions and the hate
Over flatus of cattle and SUV’s.
Should politics and graduate degrees
Be allowed to sit and decide our fate,
While eating filet mignon/black eye peas?
Political winds, like a gentle breeze,
Carry the pollen of absurd debate;
Over flatus of cattle and SUV’s.
Perhaps all the powers of wannabe’s
Can save all the birds, fishes, ants and trees;
The filet mignon, and the black eye peas;
The flatus of cattle and SUV’s.
FOG LIKE PHANTOM STREAMS
misty beauty, white ravines
make mornings meaningful
Acacia arboretum hold fast
At the breaking before breakfast
The new day, old friends, egrets
Boophilus microplus (Canestrini)
I like the way you tightly hold on your prey
This is your sure way that never sways away
The bond between you two…
It’s tight and tighter at two
It’s even tightest without light
Coz you are always in sight in hidden site
You Boophilus microplus
You like holding on and on
And make your sweet presence known
On this heifer headed for slaughter
You still hold on with a clueless laughter
I wish you could fall off and let go
Your prey gonna be no more, let’s go
It’s gone and sunken in wide bellies
Probably through honey and chilies
You are holding on a discarded container
Void of content, it’s just a container
Wake up Boophilus microplus
Seconds are now minutes-hours-days
Yet I can see you holding on your old ways
Your ways…
Void of bright rays
Lead you astray
With lost and shuttered hope at bay
Hoping to find a way in the same old way
Wakeup Mr. Boophilus microplus
people are cattle
many forced to do battle
they're slaves of the suit