Best Cocks Poems

Blizzard of waving
white towels spinning to greet
the Gamecock players....

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My soul seems to be hidden today.
Where can it conceal itself?
I thought it was always with me,
Roaming the endless paths
That clatter the corridors of my...

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Dawn peeks over the hill and I.
The lemon lights stretch the shadows.
The beasts and wee birds grumble and fly,
each seeking food, and so do I.
My...

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I love to sit under a tree
And smile as songbird sings,
He cocks his head and stares at me
And drops white slimy things.

And now behold, the...

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Salvations Rests Behind True Faith's Gold Door

Heart mourning under the cold starry night
O' tis the pain cloaked and frigid cold
And yes, it is far from...

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From my lowly bachelor’s house
Proudly christened ‘Embassy Fair’
I woke up to the chirping of birds
On the trees above and across the vale
And the riverine bushes...

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Meet the mother - old Miss Jenny
She gave birth to chicks aplenty
(Never dreamed she’d have so many)

But sly Wiley, a hungry fox
Was more threatening than...

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To town he goes in fuzzy socks and crocs.
Do watch him! See how proudly that he walks.
He likes the way that everybody gawks
as he strolls...

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LOST IN BRITAIN

Poling, Patching, Nether Wallop, 
Matching Tye and Droop

Plumpton, Lickfold, Puddletown, 
Westward Ho! and Throop.

Hole of Horcum, New Invention,
Boghead, Frome, Cat's Ash

North Piddle, Staines...

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Dearest Vicar –
As a poet’s lines: 
It is divinity proper!

Onions figure
In our everlasting divinings:
Her white ashes
Of our burn-fire 
And the dew of dawn’s tears
Still coax...

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In fleeting amusement, hair of sunlight
and brown cinnamon, powder scent soft skin,
rosy cheeks and freckles on her little nose;
runs round and round, behind curtains
and furniture,...

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I retreat to my own cavern now and then
One that is unknown to all the modern age
A pristine cave that swallows all my cares when
The...

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It cocks an eye at me.
I recall, as a boy, I stood
by a window looking at a sparrow
just like this one.
Every feather could be the...

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young chicks
become
old hens

young cocks
become 
old dreamers 
remembering

cock-a-doodle-doo

cock-a-doodle-doo
while the hens cluck 
in their sweet dreams...

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THE ALTURNATING CURRENT IS CHANGING THE BUDDA AMPLITUDE, 
WITH OUT THE ARTIFICIAL AUROMA THERE IS NO MASS OR MAGNUTUDE, 
SO WE INTENCE THE THC SO...

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