Best Cowshed Poems

From a distant village, where forest lining the edges, where nature dancing with wild rhythms, where human existence have usual conflicts with minacious wild life, I bought an unparagoned cow. 

superbious gait
she glimmered in bright spotlight -
wild domestic breed

In that romantic night, where moon shy...

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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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  On white lines on valiant wheels
I head north leaving behind the City of Sails
       with its humourless streets,
    its casino steel and glass Sky Tower
built upon the rubble of a grander age
  ...

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The town-crier said it thirty-many years ago
About the pool of blood that swept my fathers time
Not excluding the famous town-crier of that era
People freely bought their ticket to heaven and hell
The goats refused to listen to the town-crier voice
Atlast the beautiful timebomb exploded
My town-crier died...

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Mouthing an oath, she carried on
Milking the cow in cowshed grim.
She only wished she could be gone...
Mouthing an oath, she carried on.
Into the shed sun never shone.
Now milk was spilling over brim!

Mouthing an oath, she carried on
Milking the cow in cowshed grim.





3/24/2023...

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Maids. 

Yesterday I saw an old fashion milk maid 
coming out of the cowshed she carried  
a pail of milk in her left arm, the grip so 
firm fingers used to squeezing cows long 
teats twice a day… and she was followed 
by five...

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I hope you are watching, because you are not
The type with window panes, winter sunglasses on
Your naked clean eyes, watch for my sort
From the heartless gains, on what I own

Behind that courtyard, whose pregnant owner
The reason we starve, slim and thin
Behind that mansion, near my...

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A blessed evening by sin unspoiled,
Cleansed by blood not by sin tarnished
Upon the accursed tree of Calvary,
Shed by one by his own people banished.

I'm grateful for the Blessed Nativity
At the cowshed of Bethehelem,
And for the exploits of Bethany,
And those of Cana and Capernaum;
For all defeat...

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A blessed evening by sin unspoiled,
Cleansed by blood not by sin tarnished
Upon the accursed tree of Calvary,
Shed by one by his own people banished.

I'm grateful for the Blessed Nativity
At the cowshed of Bethlehem,
And for the exploits of Bethany,
And those of Cana and Capernaum;
For all defeat...

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When the night
              rubs out the horizon
              and all this black
        ...

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Gravel road winds up to the gate
    logs from a bygone era, sturdy
      electrified now, to keep out ~
        or perhaps to keep in ~

  The cowshed, chicken coop
...

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Rainy Belgique  

I will invest in Belgium near Brussel 
14% increase in two years, pine tree I think
inferior with a bad reputation.
They make good clogs in Belgium, I thought
clogs were a Dutch affair.
There is not much these between these countries
full of canals and old...

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Sri Lal
A Fire Rises

A fire rises in the pit of the gut—
and I forget myself.

At the grey langur’s door,
I give up. I cut my hair,
dance bare in the Bhadra rain.

Who am I? 
I ask myself, again and again.

From the shadows of a mango grove, 
two...

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No eyes could see dominions of rainbows filling the skies.
Stars flew, floated, and fluttered around in a stunned surprise.
Did anyone see the skies blossom and a child appear?
He rested between Joseph and Mary with charm and cheer.

On rough racks, they dwelt, as there was no...

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