Best Cuds Poems

The crescent moon and sunlight consumed by the moon’s fullness.
The violin violates the quiet and quaint acquaintance of an eyeful.

The cow, with its rudimentary cuds, could only curse the night.
The bull will not croon its lullaby; he & his Bessy will not take flight.

It’s a...

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Her grand gals axed her one time
How did hers ever gits a date
Her done went ta a all gals school
Theys wudn't let no boys in
Ut makes me's won ders 
Yep ut sure do

Theys at that datin age
And figgers theys
Finds oot if's hers was a good...

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Autumn on the farm,
Cows busy chewing their cuds,
Waiting to be milked.





I love cows!...

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My Lords an adjournment is 
Called for...
All my retire;
But holding foremost in your
Thoughts,
I beseech ye,
Thee impudent countenance of
This most ardent denier.
Therefore heed me,
I caution all ye present,
Thou shall not disband;
Moreover, to reassemble at any
Sudden instance 
Of insistent and uncontested 
Demand.

So prepare ye to soar, Meretrix,...

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The House I Fear Most Lives Within My Shoe,
Contains recordings of my utmost gaffes,
The other, mocks!  (Thank God that there are Two!)

Within the front room (where Critics, cuds chew)
Are played the scenes where everybody LAUGHS!
The House I Fear Most Lives Within My Shoe.

And next...

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Petrachan {Italian} Sonnet

A crash of thunder flashes through the night
while streaks of light illume the dreamer's farm.
He lies in slumber, not aware of harm,
fatigued from labor and the day's delight
of barnyard scene where roosters preen and fight
and stock offspring lock horns in mock alarm.
He dreams...

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I saw an ogling eye whispering at me
We were at the anthill of a dried a night
Like a duck in a thunderstorm

I drawled before her wet lips
She inserted her passion into my clay, dangling my balls
I became a saint-sinner singing in the euphoria of her...

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When I miss you
I bake the ashes of burnt photos
of you when I've given up lies
I chew memories of you like bittersweet cuds,
mix it up with my tears
to paint the tragedies of a war
that never made it into any history book than our diaries
How our...

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Kooky cow,short- horned with humped back from east,
Thick white furs spotted like the jungle beast,
Your long brownish-black tail drives off the flies,
Thanks! O` egret for picking off  its lice.

Slow chewing of cuds deep into the night,
Legs shaking, teeth grinding a normal  rite,
Grass cutting...

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The morning is fair and without compare;
desire to escape commotion in motion.
With apologies to Frost, but I’m lost
in sylvan idyll; my thoughts to distil.
I should have turned left or maybe the cleft
ignored as the bend designates the end.
Peering into the void I can’t avoid
the nagging...

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in the surreal solemnity of nature

	a solemn ant colony
	passes in a funeral-like
	procession
	carrying bits of crumbs
	and one of their own…

	a lone ballooning spider
	ceases his kiting
	and hovers in mid-air…

	hanging from its button
	a chrysalis evicts
	its metamorphosed tenant…

	across the way
	waddling mallards
	halt oncoming traffic…

	in a distant field
	goats satisfy bulging cuds
	with...

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We have been shot
And left to die!
Will let us?

But you wonder
''Who shot them?''

Yes, we have been shot
Shot!
By Poverty!!!

It shot us!
It is shooting us!
Will you let it
Shoot and kill us?

It is a robber
It came
Suddenly,
Like the Christ's coming
Unannounced!

Nay, it never left
After then!

Now,
We are bleeding
From its shots!
Clothless
Foodless
Homeless
Joyless
Smileless
Laughless
And,
Hopeless!!!

We are
Licking...

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I come to visit you first each day, before the morning dawn;
In Summer its but a short stroll, across the dewy lawn;
When the dark icy winds of winter, chill the heart and bones;
The light and warmth within you, relieve me from the storm;
Your walls block...

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my life, could i chew it out.
so i can forget the cuds of the ghostly,
the deadly and happy,
dome and my home, dad pray i roam,
the inexhaustible labels of it fall,
my name plastered on the wall, think i but none
many took me fun, in my toddled...

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In Georgia, the peaches are buds
But we know they soon will be duds
With everyone sick
There is no one to pick
But the cows will still chew their cuds...

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