Best Herd Poems
As the sun rises
a young pioneer saddles his ride.
Mounting his horse
his young bride
his love as he rides
Off to find his herd.
His proud mare
goes through the prairie
next to his barb wire.
He wonders in his mind
how far have they strayed.
How many day
must I ride.
He sings aloud
a song his herd
has heard
as he rode.
On yonder hill he sees
two cows grazing along
next to their side two young calves.
He hears their cries
as he tops the hillside.
In the green valley below
he sees his lost herd.
By michael Byte 10-9-2013
crack of winter ice
hoofsteps halt hearing the warn
river takes a breath
I need to win the Powerball
For my house is getting small
It's not exactly what I prefer
It's just the size of my elephant herd
Ceramic, glass, plaster and wood
Plush, wax, cloth and plastic
The number of my herd is fantastic
My pachyderm collecting is understood
At first it wasn't about me
I enjoyed the symbol of the GOP
But slowly, but surely there became a need
So gathering elephants became a happy deed
Family and friends send them to me
And I delight in their generous deed
Birthdays, Holidays any occasion
I accept pachyderms of all persuasions
Pictures, carvings, pillows and dolls
Statues, figures, candles and canes
Brooches, clocks, elephants of anything
Can't stop at one so I get them all
My elephants are happy, some are sad
But I never met an elephant that was bad
Trunks up for good luck make me glad
Small elephants, large elephants more to add
My house was once room enough for me
But my pachyderm's population now exceeds
To say my space has been disturbed
No, I just need a larger house for my elephant herd
Each year
I met September
with its calico seals of Samhain
slain in a fair death
and bled by symptoms of naked hours
and loneliness.
I shivered with
a strange dread,
not of predator or prey
but the threat
of being siphoned too deeply,
into a predictable, mass identity.
I found myself swathed
in an impatient void
where sepia changelings
twisted against wind
in contempt of order
and the chronological sequences
of life and death
and I listened
to the rebellious gossip
of familiar moon-light Chimeras
edged with infant shadows.
I was enchanted
by the chaplains of the night
and the deacons of depression
that taught me a kinship
with black sheep
and the dead.
Perhaps I should have obeyed
the wisdom of the herd,
and worshiped
the pathogenic scriptures
of text-book institutions...
focused my eyes ahead,
my mind on predetermined points
my thoughts on the packaged values
of dead heros.
The world would have loved me
if I had fed into its perception
of human perfection
instead of showing it
its potential for failure...
there are no heroes
without the herd.
I could have left the insanity
of my adolescence behind
instead of clinging to
ashes and an ember
of left-over youth
tucked into a heavy envelope
and sealed with the promise
of an inferno.
Often I hear people complain about the simplest of things
In seemingly going insane with the little details life brings
Perhaps it's the traffic or a long line at the grocery store
Just take your own pick for I know there are a lot more
When we have so much as compared to other countries
We seemed to have lost touch with what the eye sees
For so many have far less but rarely will they complain
For they don't see it as mess but they still feel the pain
Their lines are much longer even to just get some water
Oh if I was a bit stronger waiting in line to place my order
Having to wait a whole hour for a doctors appointment
You wouldn't be sour knowing most of them never went
Sitting there at that red light just waiting for it to turn
My goodness, such a plight as we never seem to learn
What will a big storm do If ripples can rock your boat
We need to act more like a sheep and less like a goat
Waves pushed a torrent of power and might.
Against the tiny creature seemingly lost in the night.
With only the moon to navigate her path,
Little seahorse galloped—
Giddy up—giddy up—
Hungry suitors let her pass, tonight peace without wrath.
Hippocampus—was her genus, a clever equine design.
Upright she rocked, the shallow temperate sea brine.
With back and forth swiftness, and straight ahead scurry,
Little seahorse galloped—
Giddy up—giddy up—
Her love patiently waiting, she approached in a hurry.
Bequeathed to but one, her monogamous beau.
His sack carrying offspring, soon released in the flow.
She focused on him, and the time now at hand,
United they galloped—
Giddy up—giddy up—
Till they stopped in the moonlight, and knelt in the sand.
Together they witnessed their family emerge.
Dad’s brood pouch and safety, quickly empty and purged.
Fully formed miniatures, resembling Mother and Dad,
A thousand new seahorses now galloped away—
Giddy up—giddy up—
The obscurity of sea grass, their new life’s launch pad.
My pride is not of presidents
their monuments or halls,
I’m proud of the nation’s people
the working class with balls.
Owned forever by the bank
with interest rates so cruel,
looking in the showrooms
at things that make them drool.
Clothes are off the rack
never owning a new car,
taking home a case of beer
not drinking in a bar.
Watch the news with interest
voting their pocketbook,
high falooten nonsense
doesn’t get a second look.
America’s bone and muscle
with values of common sense,
standing firm on issues
not sitting on the fence.
I’ve been proud for centuries
of the farmer and the clerk,
knowing the ethic of America
is succeeding with hard work.
A herd of pigs was locked in the walls,
They can't go over to see the outside truth
And can't make a free walk
Did they go to their owner for asking Why?
The owner said: There was real happiness in the pigsty
You think! The owner explained: plenty of food and drinks
Provided to you always with care, when you guys enjoy
A sweet snoring sleep inside
Comparing to the birds flying in the sky
The poor alien species have to make restless fly!
Because they are Not blessed to have such a life
As a pig might, they are the most unfortunate instead
You are the happiest piglets worldwide!
You even don't need any truth, trust me!
Such a life you've had is both happy and luxurious
What you need is to roughly drink and eat
Then stay quietly in your pigsty for a nice sleep
However, one thing you must remember
To Make sure everything is right and proper
And also used to listen to my order! Go! drink and eat!
I will take full responsibility for all the matters
You see! Who can have such happiness in the world?
Only you, you unique pigs!
To follow the herd is absurd,
Shout,holler and scream;
If you want to be heard?
--- Princefreakasso
(Artist and Poet)
To Follow The Lord's Herd
These poems are not my words
I am just one following his herd
There was a time
When I would have balled up in fright
If I knew someone was reading
what I had to write
It seems I was as far away as one could be
but yet the Lord was there to set me free
I used to run with the Blind Guide
But I can now see
The Lord was always by my side
Allowing me to grow stronger
When I let Him in my door
I felt the love like none before
The new thoughts was then instilled
and all empty holes began to be filled
The Lord has taught me what to say
without Him would
just be another lost day
I write to encourage all
because once all I could do was fall
I know He lives
from me writing this poem
and one day
we shall have an eternal home
I never really enjoyed being with the herd
Sitting back watching i always preferred.
From within my mind I learned to find.
What makes us tick and what makes us turn
What makes the fire within us burn.
People are stupid it's easy to see
Yes I include even me.
We're told what to think and what to buy
If we don't fit in then we should die.
Lying to yourself and lying to your brother
All these lovers that is cheating on each other.
Into their **** I never bought
I'm still in shock it's been purposely taught.
They needed to make you this vein
Just a bunch of zombies without a working brain.
You started loving objects instead of the people
Why can't you see, you're all just sheeple.
Day by day to work you'll run
When do you ever think or have fun.
I know for a reason we all must live
I just hate only the poor ever give.
Surely you all must see the celebrity hypocrisy.
Drinking champagne while sat in a castle
Giving a speech on hunger isn't really a hassle.
Being a rooster in a chicken coop is not easily
Six pretentious ladies who always tease me
Miss Petunia uses lipstick to please me
Miss Chanel trips on real high heels so breezy
Miss Ruby is lazy and always needs me
Miss Mathilde showers with her pretty feathers freely
Miss Bella is both rude and greedy
Miss Little says these girls are actually sleazy
No, it's not a dream to be a rooster believe me
By the way, my name is Mr. Rooster Stevie
14.04.2022
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Migrating boulders,
Drink in a placid basin:
Shepherd by the light.
In Pre-school Johnny Hurd got up and spoke
Yesterday, I saw a flock of cows;
"Herd"
" HUH "
"Herd of cows"
Yes, I've Heard of cows, may I finish my joke
Along the roads of grassy fields
where thousands of sheep flit from
Astray from the flock, flouting,
fleeing with fear
blindly following.
Driven through the streets of London
at the Barnet fair to the farmers there.
But the way, takes an insalubrious plot.
Sheer confusion along the countryside
sets in on the herd, then stray
when eddying rapids currented by the tide
and force of the streams give, taken
to an endless frequent float
for great distances steered, stirred
while the timorous turn 'round.
An endeavor to gain the place they set off
As along ancient grassy drove road lies,
weary shepherd and his sheepdog.
Drovers, some on the hoof
The sheep shall stray
back to stay presently in Eden's garden
Jade-green grassy hills of harvest gold,
and cerulean skies.