Best Cockerels Poems

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To have the innocence
again, not abused 
nor denied

to see with the 
eyes of a child
the beauty 

that could be 
in it all -
what we lost,

through...

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Soft somnolent skies have ceased seething, for day’s nearly through,  
while winds echo whispering thoughts of returning to you
and heavens throb, pulsing and bleeding...

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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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Is it the songs of the chirping bird in the morning?

Or is it the sound of the crickets at night?

It could be the timely crow...

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among hens
among cockerels
even if hens rebel...

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Must have been six when I encountered my first carnivorous reptile 
Walking up the up the hill with my brother I spotted what looked like...

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 The widow

What about the first rays of each dawn,
Does recall her from the land of slumber?
What does announce that the night’s gone
To release her...

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The clouds are turning blue;
the grass awaken to the first heat.
flowers smile at each other:
daffodils, sunflowers and the like.
Morning glories awake, stretch their petals lazily
swaying...

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I have seen them
strutting like cockerels on podiums
sweating like pigs in their ill-fitting suits
words bubbling out of their snake forked tongues
-democracy!- development!- unity!

I have seen...

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inside the banana suckers is our temple
at dawn we dance round the tombs
in the dusk, we crow as cockerels
then we
creep into the creeks with the...

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[In the spirit of ‘Old Macdonald’, I envisage a class
full of kids filling the space between stanzas with
moo’s, quacks and dings etc as appropriate. Of...

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inside the banana suckers is our temple
at dawn we dance round the tombs
in the dusk, we crow as cockerels
then we
creep into the creeks with the...

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the rising sun walks quietly in sky
then lowers her lips down
whispers to birds; “wake up”
tells cockerels; “crow loudly”
and intimates the lazy; “sleep on,
time is unfair,...

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Voices scream like  cockerels' within the farm of my mind
Awake again. should I even bother opening my eyes?
Maybe if I dont, the day wont...

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