Best Cock And Bull Story Poems
Road to exile.
Boko Haram immigrants of hell,
nurtured to torture,
Bomb-tore people like vulture.
We all scared for our own fear,
Death,
that makes us all victim.
Just for a much smaller group or network.
It bothers me, in my inner mind,
how heartless a human can be,
heart more harder than the wildest beast.
who just turned devourer, for religion and illiteracy.
It bothers me less, knowing the time we are in,
The ruthless time of age,
the era John, reviled,
For only those who stand strong will be full of ecstatic.
They claim to be ignorant of Boko,
yet they made use of it,
They path this way, for all these Cock and Bull story.
Regardless of, we will exonerate.
Our faith in Christ Jesus will grow stronger,
For the Conqueror Peaceful Lamb,
Will slay the Perpetrators, with His rod.
Only then will the Crying Soul Rest.
Mr.Cock and Ms. Bull tied the knot on Sunday night
When the guests departed they were spoiling for the fight
They scouted every nook and cranny
In search of argument if there any
In a kerfuffle they kicked the bucket once in a blue moonlight
The highest and best purpose
of cocks and bulls
is to ejaculate
a strong natural and spiritual warm
wet vision flow
transparently cuming
into a spiritual and natural swarm
wet throbbing receptor
vulnerably naked milking
sucking and releasing
waves of wanton,
yet sacredly inviting, place,
home,
Some divinely receptive
receiving
regenerating
reconnecting
democratically reconstituting
win/win space,
Just as a tree's sappy purpose
is to produce a nut
by autumn,
preferably,
naturally and spiritually
without unhealthy climate performance pressures,
Just as an organically leafed stem's secular purpose,
and sacred meaning,
is to produce at least one flower,
Just as organic empowerment's
diurnal and nocturnal
monthly and annual
and life/death-recycling purpose
is to produce well-seasoned
health empowered meaning
of wealthy enlightenment,
Peace restoring
secular ecological co-governance
communicates meaningful purpose
to reproduce healthy
multicultural
sacred theologically regenerative experience,
memory
images
imagination
complex thought/felt
secular/sacred reweavings.
Just as left-brain's ethological
deepest and wisest
healthiest and wealthiest purpose
is to reproduce right-brain's flowing intuitive
transparently vulnerable reflections
Erupting into herstorical
multiculturing
matriarchal DNA reMEMEs
originating universal Yang
unitarian Yintegral
climaxing regenerative experience
re-memory
re-imagination
re-storation
re-demption
re-weaving
re-creolizing
re-volutioning
re-substantiating
re-incarnating
re-living anthro/eco-organic
Paradise/Pleasure win/win systems,
Natural
and spiritual
cocks and bulls
inside ecofeminists
they ejaculatively serve,
empower,
co-enliven
co-invest
co-enlighten
With highest and best multiculturing purpose
and sacred health/wealth
win/win
polycultural
polypathic
polyphonic
polyvagal
polypassioned meanings
deeply and widely regenerative.
Ice Cold Water Equals Ultimate Thirst Quencher...
Especially experiencing onset dehydration,
this opinion shared by former consumer,
he quaffed truckloads sugary and sports drinks
found mine once sculpted baby boomer body
undergoing gender reorientation, particularly
nondescript breasts incrementally found
busting (rivaling playboy bunny chest)
necessitated this garden variety
NON GMO gluten free husband
"papa," an endearment
addressed by the missus
puzzled when her
brassieres went missing
loathe to believe what sounded
like cock and bull story
embarrassed, yet finally
relented into pestiferous
inquisitiveness hen pecking wife,
she stood agape, after I dare bare
unclothed upper torso revealed
floppy, limp biscuit sagging
sorry excuse for bosom
hence necessitating yours truly
to resort as partial crossdresser,
yet never foreseeing
anatomical morphology transforming
(analogous to mushroom popping up
following bucketloads of rain)
thus went cold turkey,
(as attested by this gobbledygook)
to swear off high caloric non nutritious
popular beverages
(generating bajillions dollars),
and additionally
forced non chipper infowar
i.e. internal three ring circuits
uncivil insurrection
(less than seven years ago)
as weeks elapsed months
(this unplanned resolution
dated early two thousand nineteen),
discarded over the shoulder boulder holder
in tandem with exercise
few times per week
plying twenty pound dumbbells
a pronounced reduction
saved me big bucks
undergoing cosmetic surgery!
I imagine relief while feeling comfortably numb...
anesthetized courtesy central air
analogous to gulping down
a tall glass of ice cold water,
which equals ultimate thirst quencher,
especially for those
experiencing onset dehydration,
the following poetic opinion/editorial
shared by yours truly, a former consumer
who quaffed truckloads sugary and sports drinks
found mine once sculpted baby boomer body
undergoing gender reorientation, particularly
nondescript breasts incrementally found
busting (rivaling playboy bunny chest)
necessitated this garden variety
NON GMO gluten free husband
"papa," an endearment
addressed by the missus
puzzled when her
brassieres went missing
loathe to believe what sounded
like cock and bull story
embarrassed, yet finally
relented into pestiferous
inquisitiveness hen pecking wife,
she stood agape, after I dare bare
unclothed upper torso revealed
floppy, limp biscuit sagging
sorry excuse for bosom
hence necessitating yours truly
to resort as partial crossdresser,
yet never foreseeing
anatomical morphology transforming
(analogous to mushroom popping up
following bucketloads of rain)
thus went cold turkey,
(as attested by this gobbledygook)
to swear off high caloric non nutritious
popular beverages
(generating bajillions dollars),
and additionally forced non chipper infowar
i.e. internal three ring circuits
uncivil insurrection
(a tad more'n eighteen months ago)
as weeks elapsed months
(this unplanned resolution
dated June seventeenth
two thousand twenty two),
discarded over the shoulder boulder holder
in tandem with exercise
few times per week
alternating plying twenty pound dumbbells
and exercising viz pedaling
(quasi bicycle) machine
a pronounced reduction
saved me big bucks
undergoing cosmetic (Liposuction) surgery!
I see what I say and when I speak
I say what I clearly see-
A cock did once crow in my village
It was dawn but soon at midday it died
The villagers did many predictions
Had an old man brought in
Revive the animal they all meant to do the herculean task.
The old man rehearsed before them his past
Ideaologies.
To save the life of the poor pet:
“And when we cover the cock with a metal bucket
And when thereafter we strike the top so hard
The fowl would live”
What is a world of noise to the dwelling of the dead?
A nun suggested we cried onto our Maker
But none would listen
What is a world of noise to the Creator’s Ears
All and sundry doubted?
There was a fight between two bulls
Leaving one with his horn totally broken
He had won the fight all right
Not without injury though
Home he went and his Master treated all his wounds.
The tales are two
The world is one
Its people differ in their thoughts
But truth would always stand
God is Love.
E Do not hold your breath.
P take the horse out of the rain...
E Do not look a gift horse in the mouth.
P To the given horse do not look out the teeth...
E Piss off
P inflate the scrotum volume...
E Eating crow
P Swallowing the batrachy...
E Throw everything up in the air !
P Pour water on the floor by kicking the bucket...
E Cock-and-bull- story !
P Flaccid colloquy to nurse cattle !
Os E english, P english of expression equivalent in Brazil
Work done with text of Paulo Miranda, translated and adapted by Alkas Poetry
the Dude Dan show off
a clear soft white appearing
cock-and-bull story
Hold on with your tale, brother!
You can't deceive me with that
Cock and bull story of lost brain.
Every eyes has some water in it
But all depend on how we use it.
You may use it for Good or Bad;
All is in your hand to tell the world.
Hold your story to yourself!
You have a burden and I have mine,
What makes It different is the we carry it;
And the way we see it through our eyes.
Mine might be heavier than yours or
Yours might be heavier than mine.
Don't shade those crocodile tears to me,
I have seen a lot and I am tired of them.
Every eyes has some water in them to shade,
Problems would never make me shade a drop of my tears again.
So don't make me feel as if I don't have water in my own eyes by crying here and there because you have nothing to eat.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent