Best Milking Poems

It’s always a good practice when living on a farm,
To have a family of cats living in the barn
They always keep the rats and mice...

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Memories Of Youth And Nature, Were A True Blast
In collaboration with Robert Lindley

Beautiful dawn a Nature walk would do one good
Across the flower filled pond,...

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The wood smoke is rising,
there’s a chill in the air,
the valley’s in shadow,
with the pear tree still bare,
but I know by morning,
what the new day...

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"The Great Forgotten Language" 

In the forest
Love shows
the way
spreading seeds

strange creatures
come forth
into the clearing 
of a known self

some run away
spooked as if 
the bare reflection...

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Kittens In The Barn

He stops and removes his boots before opening the door.  He enters the kitchen and smells the familiar aroma of morning...

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New Future Of The
Internet


Cable cost are up
too high
You turned to the
internet and so have
I

My Youtube channel
is the way to go
Now I can even make
video shows

I...

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50 shades of therapy
50 shades of restraining orders
50 shades of rejection
50 shades of addiction
50 shades of suicide
50 shades of rainy days
50 shades of cloudy ways
50...

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From the kitchen sink at the window sill,
I see a house on the distant hill,
when as a child I had time to kill,
where now my...

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Pretty Bessie the cow was on the pull -
she had her sights set on Billy the bull

To attract the attention of this young man
Bessie the...

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Grandma got run over by a reindeer
I'm sure you remember that song
Well that was my grandma who was hit
And again, they got part of it...

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She used second-hand water.
Water which had first been used to scrub vegetables, or rinse the dishes.
And poured it over her red geraniums with loving hands
Waste...

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A barrister tottering through alleys of London,
  Alcohol-shamed when espied;
Slinking home at four in the morning,
  To a pillow of tears never dried.

Sidney...

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those days the sun flew like corn flour 
freshly ground at the millrace 
even in winter it was yellow  
when I pressed it down...

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As in sheets, sheared time is laid 
 forever dream-weaving in sweet sage
  lasting breaths to aching pleas
   sleeves of soul sway...

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Summer love, a man, a woman, conception, a new born 
Ring the bells, amplify megaphones, bugle the cow horn
 
The ceremony begins, baptism, cries, holy...

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