Best Hen Poems
Chirp chirp chirp
Cluck cluck cluck cluck
Drivel
Snivel
Dirty little men
One insane wee little hen
Let me introduce you
To a really big huge man
A heart sent from angels
A voice lowered from the heavens
A man whose humble heart
Can squash a 1000 little men
So when in life you see a fork in the road
Remember
You can be the Hen
Or you can be the bigger man
I shall delete my existence says the dead man
No more do I breathe
No more shall I rant
Although often I recant
I shall delete all my poems says the loud hen
No more am I here
I shall disappear
Like a child with tuque over head
I shall rescind my tantrums says the dead man
No more death for me
For it was plainly to sobering to be
Back to pen, oh so hypocritical of me
I shall come back using other names says the Hen
No more logical than the other dead man
I am the judge of the poetic world
The laws must be according to childish wee me
We the little men who bicker and whine
We are united, our immature prettiness shines
The poetic soldier who mocks old ladies
Does he not know tiss he who is insanely crazy?
The crow will squawk his cranky banter
The songbird will fly to a more harmonic tree
The Hen will cluck and twitter and rant
All the McVillians with feathers it seems
Flocking together, oh the birdbrains do scream!
Buck buck buh-buck-buck
Buck buck buh-buck
Buck buck, buck buck, buck buck buck
Bucka buck bucka bucka buck
A'buck buck buck.
Buh-KAW k'buck buck
Buh-KAW k'buck
Buh-KAW k'buck buck
Buh-KAW k'buck
Buck buck buck buck
Buck buck buck
Bucka buck bucka bucka buck
A'buck buck buck.
Monologue of a chicken kept at automatic poultry farm.
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I am a chicken,
did your mouth water on hearing my name?
To you I am a delicacy, mere delicacy,
beyond that you never think about me.
Look at the conditions in which you have kept me,
this cage is too small for me,
I can't even move properly.
I give eggs everyday,
but you merciless creatures,
take them all away,
don't even leave one for me,
I watch helplessly,
this happens daily.
I shout and cry,
nothing melts your heart.
I used to think,
one day I will be running in meadows,
joyfully I will play,
dig the ground for worms,
enjoy every day.
I will sit on my eggs,
my young ones will come out,
I will take care of them till they are stout.
But now I understand,
it can never happen
I am totally struck up.
I have no thoughts,
no memories,
I am going mad sitting like useless here,
I tried breaking free,
it only hurt me,
I want to die,
but even that is dependent on humans.
I am powerless, helpless,
at the mercy of humans,
and they are heartless selfish creatures,
they have no feelings for others,
they cannot see beyond money.
Please God take me away,
please listen to me at least today,
I can no longer tolerate this life...
please atleast give sensitive hearts to humans,
so that they don't behave so in human!
I guess I have committed many sins here,
That's why even you are merciless!
I am a living creature,
I too want to live happily here,
please set me free,
I beg to you,
please set me free .
If you can't, at least slaughter me,
I want to die.
kill me,
please kill me.
PLEASE KILL ME
before nothing there was something
in that something everything was there
when everything was poured through nothing again
from different dimensions everything is here
egg was after hen
She was the plainest buzzard in the chicken coop.
Man, is she plain, the roosters used to say.
But one rooster gave her a chance. They shared a nest.
She had diamonds in her heart. He told people
But they did not believe, for those diamonds were
Reserved for him and theirs. They had a fine time too
Until the farmer ran out of food. The rooster thought of her fondly.
Wondering where she had gone, not realizing it was not her choice
To never share his nest again. The chicks knew, peeping the horror story
To every animal in the barnyard. None of them spoke peep though.
a mother hen
peeps through the kitchen window...
yummy omelette
Whimsy was a humorous hen
She had neither paper nor pen
She flew to the moon
And fell on a toon
Rushed to hospital in a van
Whimsy was a humorous hen/Limerick Copyright (C) Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
2014
Security at the Hen House
All around the peaceful barn yard
everyone’s sleeping while I’m on graveyard
watching for the shrewd fox dude
Cock-a-doodle-doo! I spew
Time all lazy diehards to punch your card
Old Owl who….oting in the hayloft flew
Rooster, you steer us with no clue
you just want brew some sugars
from the crew of lookers
Yay or Nay ? Then bid them adieu
Oh! Hush! Old Owl with your who.. hoot
Shoo… I’ll mute your hoot with a boot
let that shrewd fox dude
substitute you for stew food
The Old Owl left with a who…ot
3/8/2016
Poetry Contest : Back To The Barnyard -
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
There once was a donkey
He was married to a horse
Donkey was to stubborn
So the donkey got a divorce
Cleaver was the ways of the hen
She married a bucking rooster
He took her by the wing then
Tried to seduced her
Don't want no green eggs N ham
Don't want to go on the lamb
I am, I am horsey running away
Chickens can't fly they may leap and jump
Think I'm gonna have Popeye's Chicken for lunch, :) ha! ha! Ha!
4/11/18
WRITTEN BY JAMES EDWARD LEE SR.
"The Hen-pecked Husband"
By M. Taha Effendi
(Light Poetry)
The door bell rang yet again,
and yonder heard the distinct voice,
of my dear old wife, full of pain,
drowned all my dreams of rejoice.
then came the thundering slap,
that landed on my cheek now red,
and as I panicked out of my nap,
I realized I had wet my bed.
("I know full well, if I can tolerate her spirit, I can with ease attach myself to every human being else," so said Socrates! The title is inspired by a proverb)
He married to the fairest of fair shepherdess
The shepherd was much older than the dame
But the fairest of dames was not headless one.
Was given the charge of the house with little money.
Folks knew well she was not quarrelsome wife
But the husband ignored his duties day by day
Wasted time, roaming in the country with sheep a few
Wandering with friends, wondering at God’s creations.
But that didn’t fetch the livelihood of the family
He was in heaven as his wife never scolded him
Silence was her fair jewel, which she always wore
But she kept her sharp tongue intact, never to rut.
A day came, she bemused her silence, mused tongue
Obviously he has to face a wife much younger than him
With rutted tongue, tolerated her tantrums and tongue.
So that with ease he can enjoy his daily lazy routine.
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Date 12-16-13
Dr. Ram Mehta
Second place win
Form: Free Verse
Contest: Relate your poem to one of the quotes by Giorgio Veneto
Chosen quote: 1) "By all means, marry. If you get a good wife, you’ll become happy; if you get a bad one, you’ll become a philosopher."
- Socrates
There was an old hen in a coop,
Her favourite dinner was soup,
And the eggs in her nest
Were the biggest and best,
But covered in inches of poop.
For Susan’s contest
"Love me when I least deserve it, because that's when I really need it"
Swedish Proverbs
All the while I went my way
Hot hostility halt my been gay
Anger defiled my melodious voice
Frightened love, fled far from been mine
Each dawn grew my melancholy phase
Still you cared, it made me amazed
Each of thy smiles slightly faded my repugnant scowl
It a little, shamed by burning anger
My heart pictured if thy world was true
I began to believe for I was always at rest with you
Many a time I would have gone back
But amidst my distressing scowl,
Mama smiled like my scowl was a charming smile
Felicitations of envy I'd give to men
But you were ever gentle and patient
An insolent child is not thrown away, I'd
Hear her say
Just before hate could ruined me
You gave me reason to believe love is true
Slow ridding years mended my heart
Your incessant warmth refined me
Your warm embrace taught me the
Way of love; comforting, reassuring
Ever patient and forgiving
You showed me the beauty of love
Now the world is a mirror
When I smile they smile bright too
You are the constant sky in my life
I love you mama
For the contest “The Right Time” written by Ingibo Benson
Fourth July 2011