Best Coops Poems

Remember Humpty Dumpty
Who fell off the wall?
Well, it wasn't no accident
We can prove he didn't fall

It was a government conspiracy
They were testing a new glue
They wanted him to volunteer
But he wasn't wanting to

So, all the king's horses
And all the king's men
Were calling him names 
And...

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A well-water pump cranks out its iron-water
    crooked wire remains -- once, sturdy chicken coops
  The brackish, muddy area over there, the cowshed
    some withered trees dot the hills, bereft now of their fruit

  A few young...

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In one sense,
the Cafe CoOp
started as my therapeutic retirement dream.

But,
in quite another
the CoOp goes back to when I was eight,
and I thought,
assumed really,
everyone indulged in Thought Experiments
about what would my optimal Eden Paradise.
restoring peace and justice across Earth
look like,
feel like,
smell like,
sound like?

And how are these
a...

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Boring summer
Idle time and
Empty streets
Endless days
Watching cars
And spinning dreams.
Sitting
Feet on the ground
Looking down
For something to see
Music drifting
Through open windows
Words from a song 
"It hurts to be in love"
Made me feel 
Lost
Somewhere between fourteen and twenty.
A shadow
Tall and straight
Broad shoulders
Athletic gait
No mistake
My uncle
Stanley. 
Iron man
Strong hands...

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Well, I read in the paper today that Senator Feinstein has again gone berserk!
With the plethora of problems we have, she wants to give chickens a perk!
Never mind that millions of souls are out of work and on food stamps rely!
She opts to pursue the...

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Doctors told the old farmer his soul was soon to be his Makers!
"Spare me, Lord", he pled, "I must farm these hundred-forty acres!
My wife ain't able to hoe or mow or handle the old John Deere!
The place will go to hell (er, 'scuse me, Lord),...

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In many colours I come and many places inhabit
when in South America crabs are my favourite
I chase them with great glee and delicately 
Their flesh pick out of their shells and pincers

Come to Africa, when I reside here I have bat ears
that swivel around as...

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A sly fox invaded the chicken coop
Fostering ill will in a fowl-tasting soup
With feathers festering in a cruel stew
Good hens, the fox makes a mockery of you

The fox chooses faves; others it condemns
Roost rulers say there’s a glitch in the pen
Sometimes the fox holds three...

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Yes, I miss the roosters, 
like Gabriel's Horn calling me home, 
Summer mornings 4:00; 
Crayon Chickens 
drawing everywhere there was dirt, 
cackling, quarreling, 
Cu-cu-ling those weird worrying uh-ohs 
when the hawks circled, 
Fleeing for the coops or the trees;...

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Why do we go around seeking each others frowns?
You’ve got to let go of preconceptions to make friends down town.
Begrudge no man his time in hand.
A little known something isn’t enough to go around.
Attentively looking out of glasses that make the world seem round 
Don’t...

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Animals in top hats,
Ride bicycles en road,
Spoked wheels and pedaled spats,
Round about, in ornamental spode. 

Animals in monocles,
Spectate in obeisance,
Cuffed by inked chronicle:
Renascence-linked complacence.

Animals in Model Ts,
Toot along en route,
To queue below burlesque marquee,
Bloating bruit by gloat and brute. 

Animals in suits,
Sustained by entree manner,
Tasting...

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Frank Lane

1877-1913

RS was my best friend,

A friend ever to the end.

Together we footed and mounted 

The pliant limbs of the Hybrid Tree

On County Road,

And wetfully whistled,

As with birds in the warm zephyrs 

Of summer solstice,

At the lassies down below, 

With young and perfumed necks naked,

Ready...

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Childhood in New York

Childhood in New York 
 
Pocket change dangling from open pockets 
candy stores soda fountains five and dimes 
root beer floats licorice sticks baseball cards 
and chewing gum 
stick ball bats against dark black streets 
and smells of pink rubber balls 

Sun...

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Beaux Coux Hiaku by Horn

Honest President
Honoring what we have meant
How about a hint.

To the issue sticks
A clock has many ticks
Must have missed my kicks.

To be candidate
Must be much to contemplate
And can hardly wait.

Guesses come in groups
And around go hula hoops
Chickens come in coops.

A real resurgence
Will...

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Why deep in the night do thoughts mimic the sky
Dark unknown sights fraught with cynical eye
Things seem burdened and heavy shut not to pry
Mourning for morning who levy stars 'fore they die

A quiet that echoes sounds downcast and alone
The riot of bygones too long past...

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