Best Cockerel Poems

Like a spider you drew me into your web
Cocooning me within your silver threads
Words, pretty words
I was totally taken in
Wrapping me up in silk ribbons,...

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early morning sun
a brand new day is dawning
hear
the cockerel crow

sun beams from heaven 
with uplifting mellowness 
they 
brighten up our world 

scorching hot sunshine
summer has...

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(Out of Eden: Act V)

Have you heard the sound of hooves go….. ‘clippety clippety, clop’?
That is the sound that the Pale Horse makes, when down...

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He walked amid the woodlands muted morn.
The scents of earth were wafting on the breeze.
For dawn had moistened yet another day.
And silence dripped beneath the...

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Great dark sky weilding stars
Clouds of light cast blankets
Heaven’s wild midnight brushstroke
Upon the Earth Man lays content
Eye’s wide pools staring
A gaze of ancient mortal questions

He...

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Post coitum omne animal triste est, 

             sive gallus et mulier*

 

Yes, no...

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MY AFRICA
 
A dusty street, commuters meet
A taxi crowded, a route decided
Street vendors sell, plastic from China
Fresh fruit, dead meat, flies from hell
A cellphone rings,...

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I like chickens, 
They’re cuddly and they’re cute
When I goes out on Friday night
I wears a chicken suit
People stares at me an says
“Just look at...

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A farmer fancied some chicken for dinner
A fat cockerel he spied sure was a winner
He sharpened his knife
To end cockerels life
Cockerel wished that he'd been...

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I'm a Wood Cockerel
a Metal Tiger's my mate,
which meant for her birthday
five years I did wait.
Then twenty four years 
had passed on their way
till joining...

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To dwell  in the realm of Doggerel Bank
Shows the writer up as  a crank.
Should anyone my poems  stoop  to chronicle,
I would...

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Where the Foxes Wander

Through the mist of dandelion seeds
That float across the dew filled field 
The dancing seeds part majestically
The grass bends the stalks do...

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Santa never paid me a visit as i was growing up
For our village was so far from the north pole
And there was no snow for...

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old cradle rocks fern trees
open knees cockerel bends
miss placed rugby shoes...

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Cockerel talk again
Raging debate about the hour

A metallic crackle, that familiar hiss
And once again a ceramic kiss

As dawn cleans the slate of night
Yesterdays dishes belong...

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