Best Kine Poems
Cookie, fire-up yer chuck wagon 'cause th' round-up is begun!
Us cowpokes is gonna cull th' herd frum dawn to th' settin' sun!
We is gonna supply you wid th' cookin's fer our chuck tonight;
Heaps uv good ol' Rocky Mountain oysters broiled fer our delight!
It'll be a hot an' dusty trail as we drive 'em frum th' chaparral,
An' herd them cantankerous kine fer brandin' in th' ol' corral!
It'll take a heap uv sweat an' a lot uv cussin' to git 'em movin', alright,
But it'll be worth it, 'cause we is feedin' on Rocky Mountain oysters tonight!
Usin' our cuttin' hosses we'll rope an' wrestle th' bulls to th' ground.
There we'll brand an' neuter 'em as they beller an' kick around!
We'll be bruised an' kicked fer little pay but that'll be alright,
'Cause we is gonna enjoy a feast uv Rocky Mountain oysters tonight!
Us cowboys works hard wid little pay rollin' 'round in th' manure,
Convertin' bulls into steers; that's more'n them city fellers could endure!
But that's okay, 'cause at round-up time we gits a special treat;
Tonight we is gonna enjoy a feast uv Rocky Mountain oysters to eat!
My life revolves around My pain. Sometimes I wish I could smoke maryjane. In hailing and
exhaling, Sitting back relaxing not a care in the world its truthfully unfailing.
The blue, purple and gray smoke filling up the room. No sense of impending doom.
Everything is quiet every thing is calm. So quiet a pin would sound like a thermonuclear
bomb.
My pupils are dilated, my mussels aren't tense. I sit hear with out pain in sudden suspense.
I don't understand I can't fathom why this stuff is illegal when it helps me not to cry.
There so many kinds from skunk to kine form purple haze to Pennsylvania dutch. This is the
kind I smoke way to much.
The doctors they say that narcotics will do. But there all addictive and could kill you
to. When Pot is out there and no one can smoke it. But me I'll put it in a pipe and down I
will choke it.
We got alcohol and cigarettes cocaine and whiskey all of which could potentially kill me.
So maryJane takes a few brain cells But that's what you get when you inhale the THC smells.
God made whisky God made rum God gave us brains to have a green thumb. So grow it high
smoke it up bake it down and drink it up.
Summer Fairy Land
Beyond mounds,beyond dells,
Thorough thickets,thorough nettles,
Athwart sludge,athwart crag,
Into creek,Unto mist,
I dost err upon the ether crest,
I dost stray deep brine,
Rovering hither and thither,
Forth pasty cloud saddle be,
Soaring swifter than the blazing speed,
Soliciting heaven's shower for the peasants
Flow! Flow!Flow!
Flow,thou summer rain pour,
Fall accessible unto plowed soil,
For boors sing their carol of high hilarity:
Ho-Ya-ya!
Greensward bides for bedewer,
Hopper delays to hop,
High and low:
Chirp-chirp -chirp
Far and wide hum,
Pipers doth sing dear,
Coo-oo...Coo-oo! Sing ecstasy.
Oxen bellow, kine low;
Let this weighty yoke be loosened ,
Toiling bulls whine,sigh.
Song thrush,with symphony,
Sing in sweet melody,
Lulla,lulla,lullaby!
Where the butterfly land,there land I;
On the periwinkle sepal I lie;
There I dance whilst bee buzz.
With summer breeze I do blow
Bracing tiring grower in paddy field
Oh! Mercy grower! Swallow me enough sip ! Air crys
Blithely,blithely, Yokel done and yearns ;
Churls unfold smile on lips,
Hope and fantasy lodge in their eyes,
Pleasant whoops,
I sow my yellow kernel below earth,
So shall I reap my fortune to yield lavish,
Leap and rest
I float back to the higher Elysium.
Blessed I!
Date :26/06/2018.
Dat gal done gone an lef me? '?lone
went t'town wit huh red shoes on.
Hi' ole heels,dress on tight
Powda and paint,sum'in ain't right
They's som kine of problum I caint explain
I believes sum main done turnt her hed
stayin out late,alw ays rais'in sayin
gotta take uh baf, fo' she get in bed
So I follered huh one night to see
Lemme tell ya I seent real good
Dat woman spose'd to be lovin me,
Sportin ah nuthah main, in yonder wood
ME, I tries to be uh good main
work ever day; try t' serve da lord
My woman wanna ride in Cadillacs
Alls I own is uh beat down Ford
Ever night she cum home sweatin
ev'n tho the weather been steady cool
I'll make a flea uh wrestlin jacket
fo I let huh make me uh fool.
Bag packed, gwine to da railroad track
catch me uh train to eny'where good
If'n ya wanna fine dat woman I lef behine
Dig down deep, in yonder wood.
Our Truth, the only Truth
Was with Boaz and Ruth
He guided Noah just fine
To load the camels and kine.'
The ark door; God shut it's sooth
Remember that each day,
He garners; as it were hay.'
He trims the sun's light above
And wraps; our mortal being in Love.'
The Silence of the River
The silence of the river flowing like a stream
Masking fishes and crabs and other living things.
The silence of the river encumbered with whispers, prayers, cries and meditations
(Pause inhale and exhale)
The silence of the river flowing like a stream casting my rod and my care upon it along with all my hopes and dreams
It’s noon 1 o’clock and 2 o’clock all day has passed; A smell of a pine the sound of a squirrel or a mole in the grass an animal of its kine and the sound of a slithering snake.
The silence of the river embodies creation and regeneration all kinds of tragedy’s prevented
Upstream and downstream wash away my sorrow repairing life for me and a better tomorrow
The silence of the river flowing like a stream
A world in itself I have seen so many tales and stories only acknowledged by the keen
The length and the breadth of the river has its own account
Listen, can you hear? No because the river is silent, calm, free and clear.
By Felicia Elizabeth Dawn Jefferson –Weaver Jefferson
The Silence of the River
The silence of the river flowing like a stream
Masking fishes and crabs and other living things.
The silence of the river encumbered with whispers, prayers, cries and meditations
(Pause inhale and exhale)
The silence of a river flowing like a stream casting my rod and my care upon it along with all my hopes and dreams
It’s noon 1 o’clock and 2 o’clock all day has passed; A smell of a pine the sound of a squirrel or a mole in the grass an animal of its kine and the sound of a slithering snake.
The silence of a river embodies creation and regeneration all kinds of tragedy’s prevented
Upstream and downstream wash away my sorrow repairing life for me and a better tomorrow
The silence of a river flowing like a stream
A world in itself I have seen so many tales and stories only acknowledged by the keen
The length and the breadth of the river has its own account
Listen, can you hear no because the river is silent free and clear.
By Felicia Elizabeth Dawn Jefferson –Weaver Jefferson
The American Revolution describes the process whereby one George was replaced by another
Though Jack has climbed his beanstalk,
Saint George his dragon slain,
Gulch-Mammon lives on happily
And myriad is his train
His belly is enormous,
Yet full it ne'er will be.
The moment luncheon's over,
It's time to start high-tea.
Gulch-Mammon's teeth are millstones
Whose grindings rarely cease.
His slightest indigestion
Is menace to our peace.
And every time he sneezes,
Things worsen, though they're bad,
And every time he belches,
The Richter Scale goes mad.
Perchance he bored with eating,
He starts to smoke and fume.
You'll always know his whereabouts.
Just watch out for his plume.
His home is just palatial,
For gold is everywhere.
His rest-room seat is golden,
A thing most choice and rare.
No one knows for certain,
The income that he draws.
Whatever you are making,
It's vastly more than yours.
There on his vast plantations,
Some kine are thin, some fat,
And many laws and statutes
Did little to change that.
Are Jack and George just sleeping,
Or are they in his pay?
Whoso may know the answer
Seems disinclined to say.
... is wearing his tall white top hat
Where his brains should be
Wearing his rainbow bow tie
Where his vocal cords should be
He fancies his dragon cane in his hand
No surprise his shirt is Hawaiian Kine
Made of silk with coconuts and palm trees
For design
He wore brown khaki pants with suspenders to hold them up
His socks were knee high green with tassels on top
But his shoes were the best, better than the rest
All shiny and pointy
And ready to dance ...
Dance away Dance away
Dance through the night
Dance, Little Bear
Dance away Dance away
Dance through the day
Never stop dancing
Dance away Dance a way Dance away
Dance all ways always all ways
Dancing without a care
As He chops away, chops away chops away time
He sizzles and grills fantastic meals from his mind
For he fancies himself a cook not a chef
Being chef just seems too sublime
kine eyes of the moon
lamb’s blanket of starlight
rich dreams til sunrise
9/30/2018
I remember the time when I first took a good look in you eyes, you were handing me a
bouquet of flowers from work
The first time I held you in my arms the friendly hug right after, I get this girly smirk
I remember the feeling I had when we got home that night
I can't feel what I feel cause he's interested in the other kine
I remember the first time we held each other tight, the first boy in my bed
Remembering that tequila night and how we chose each other instead
I remembered that night you felt so close to my heart, how the butterflies were crazy
The touch of your gentle lips on mine (sigh) oh baby
I remember our cute little texts every morning we'd think of each other
How our smiles would open widely complementing one another
I remember when you'd always come over after you did your chores
How we'd just go straight for the bed and take naps with the open door
I remember how we'd always run away from the crowd so we'd finally be alone
Mary would always trip out like we'd do something wrong
I remember the night you stood up and took me to Foodland cause I wanted Strawberry
pancakes
How afterwards I felt bad cause you passed out and had work the next day
I remembered the night before it was just me and you in the house
When I turned and faced you we both spooned each other on the couch
Then we both sighed cause we told each other it was a perfect fit
Our bodies locked so closely together we closed our eyes and that was it
I remember you always being a romantic with all the flowers you gave
My room bloomed of beauty ness and the smell was insane
I remember our first make out session my lips felt glued to yours
How I could go on forever because of how passionate you are
I remember my very first time and how happy I was to give it to someone I have strong
feelings for
A man who felt the same was as I, the passion, the love, the music for sure
I remember the time when you let me put mascara on your precious moment eyes
We went out to the Pali Lookout and of course the rain stopped by
I remember how much I thanked God for bringing you into my life
Praying that htis river everlastingly flows with you by my side
I remember constantly thinking if our souls were together in the past life
The depth of my feelings, you've captured my heart, you are the love of my life.
My playful little lordling mine
Gambolling on hay
Pouting shouting scouting kine
Dallying all the way
I lose the thread he flies
I catch him on the skies
From age to age
In sinner and sage
Through shepherd boys’ eyes
The cunning one so full of fun
Merry wistful on the run
From his lovers’ eyes
Lilting tilting jilting one
In thousands of disguise
How he steals the hearts
With ankle bells and yellow shells
With lotus eyes where mischief dwells
Of poor little damsels running wild
Bewitched by the tartar’s arts
To top it all he plays a flute
Like none played it before
Conjuring heavens lush with love
With promise of more in store
Half turning he looks askance
Kills by a casual glance
And full of mirth runs on through hearts
Dancing a merry dance
I caught him when he turned
And saw in love he burned
I
I want to honor Jesus
in my life, my words
I fail - every day
I AM forgiven anyway
Honoring Him I change
Through Poetry
Of the Day (POTD)
Immanuel!
II
So many new and familiar faces
Of Poets and Poetry visited
My little mountain
Inspired by Brother Hamid
Who speaks of shedding
Blood (and Word?)
For humanity
III
This is a new day (via POTD):
So many sentiments shared
In Hope, in generosity
Thy comments - word by WORD -
Hearken to the Living Word:
Speak life not death
With words, thoughts
That deny the divine
In nature, kine, and human Kind.
(c)Deo 20211115
shalom, shalom, or Peace of Universe/Paz!
Contained by myself
Drawing the wages of the bombed out present day
Away from his story, now my story but
Finding no plastic to pay for Plathist words
To say What? He can look at me here now
A shell of a father's folly soon spent
Gone by are his probably more than a million days, my maybe ten thousand
Reading daily local evenings untreasured sent went.
Driving far away on the forward roll that's keeping me
For the count of the return from the battles' exchange
Him leaving here, me coming here
Wandering kine all cross without dinar fortunes miss to christen this range.
Brown floured sand in my ears
The prize in a fight with words undeciphered yet
He spoke this way, I utterly mumble "Ur" so unschooled
Meandering donkeys forefeet cord-tied won't forfeit the Bedouin bet.
Christmas Bells Ring Out With Joy
Christmas bells ring out with joy,
Announce the birth of baby boy.
Star that shines so bright above
Leads the way to heavenly love.
Angels singing, pointing, calling
Shepherds on the hills a-trembling
Leave their sheep to stand and gaze
On this baby’s face so grave.
Kings with richest gifts all laden
Swiftly travel, all doubt forgotten
To a humble stable bare
To offer gold, incense, myrrh
And to adore the trinity
Of Mother, Father and sweet baby,
While sheep and goats and silent kine
Look upon the scene divine.
Hush now, hush, the baby’s waking,
No wind’s sighing, no leaf’s quaking
But on His face a smile is breaking –
In dulci jubilo!
Shepherds, Kings and you and me
Angels, oxen and Wise Men Three
Hear bells ring out the whole world over
To announce the birth of Christ our Saviour.
Hilary Minor
Guildford,
July 2011