Best Ruminant Poems
It's one in the morning
And I can't get to sleep
So I've tried various things
Like counting some sheep,
But they just won't stay still
They keep 'milling around
Backwards and forwards
All over the ground.
To make matters worse
What on earth can I do
When this big randy ram
Keeps mounting a ewe.
There's no sense of shame
Not a sign of shock
As they're doing all this
I'm front of the flock
Who just keep on milling
And munching the grass
And tooing and froing
In a big woolly mass.
It's being watched by the cow
With the big crumply horn
Who seems to be enjoying
This display of soft ****.
And I sigh with despair
As this ruminant steed
Keeps ravishing more ewes
And spreading his seed
It's two in the morning
And I'm still wide-awake
Counting sheep is no good
For heavens blooming sake
And to my despair
As insomnia get worse
I ve switched on an iPad to write
This bit of dodgy verse.
And while I wasn't watching
Littkrb Bo Peep and Little Boy Blue
Have crept under the haycock
And they're at it too.
If only it was possible
To just quickly reach out
To fetch that randy pair
A good solid clout
And that bloody idiot who said
It would help me to sleep
If i closed my eyes and counted
Some Imaginary sheep
Categories:
ruminant, fun, humor, sleep,
Form:
Rhyme
Frayed border prints paste illusion,
worn-out inks swirling bleeds,
The hauls, stareways, persuasion,
privileged balconies.
Antiquities of read reviews,
claims of a rustic quill,
to scribbled marks a light verse muse,
and forever bestill.
I hear the silence of the slams,
satirical critics,
synthetic irony exams,
stardoms paralytics.
It dominates its point to rise,
where life did emanate,
afeared facade recital trice,
timeless collaborate.
A reenactment of Bo Peep,
tough be a ruminant.
My first part, blossom -- was a sheep,
I was magnificent.
Categories:
ruminant, age, animal, irony, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
Patriots we are
Ashen through war
To a more promising today.
Ruminant mammals as warlords
Insinuates the future of glory to come.
Open to emigration from across waters
Today is our day
Significant to determine a stronger unity.
People of the United States of America
Educate your minds innately.
Our focus is for greatness in a better way.
Plausibility is our qualifying state.
Love, peace, and harmony are what we search for nowadays.
Equanimity is our religious situation.
P eople of unity
A ssemble as one
T o form a greater purpose.
R ebels for a cause
I s not a threat to others
O nly a stronger walk.
T his is our country.
I deals are now.
C ome patriotisms unto the clouds to celebrate.
P arade so grandiose
E njoyed by all
O stentatious vainglorious
P raise triumphant
L ong live the USA.
E nvision events that fulfills our people and our states.
________________________|
PENNED ON JUNE 30, 2014!
Categories:
ruminant, america, birthday, courage, culture,
Form:
Acrostic
when it comes to food my biggest gripe
is how anyone can eat disgusting tripe,
lining of the stomach of ruminant cows
gastric juices of mine would not arouse,
if I was served this awful food on a plate
I would decline this just couldn’t be ate,
when it’s cooking can’t stand the smell
like something eaten by someone in hell,
tripe is not a delicacy for rich or poor
serve me rubbish I’ll show you the door.
01/08/2018
Contest my blue cheese is
Sponsored by Kevin Shaw.
Categories:
ruminant, food, hate,
Form:
Rhyme
Forgive all my attempts
To make you a magician
Coming to you in dozens of time
Like a musician and an artisan
At times like a comedian.
A true art of chameleon in religion clothing
Approaching you only for assistance
Never making a remittance but
always giving you the remnant
Even on that i failed to ruminate
But act like a ruminant
I used every instrument of the
mathematician (that on tithe)
Neglecting all your epistles to the
Corinthians, Ephesians,
Philippians, Colossians.
Especially, the one to the Thessalonians.
I omitted the acts of the Apostles
I did not take after the act of Joseph of Arimathea.
These portray the true heart of a politician
and not a Christian.
Forgiveness is a decision
Forgive and forget Is a household song
How do i deal with the incisions?
To be safe from infections and perversions
That leads to perdition without neglecting my
friends affection and persuasion
That is the nub of this notion
Only by your injunctions and inscriptions
It may be by information for reformation
I can make the right corrections
I must reach perfection
O Lord can you still forgive me?
Categories:
ruminant, faith, forgiveness, religion,
Form:
Rhyme
O mind
My small ruminant
Chewing with your untiring teeth
Days gone by
Pulled out from the pages of a book that no one reads anymore
What are you looking for there?
It's just a pointless routine
Or like an ancient gold miner
Sifting the sands in the streams
Are you looking for some precious radiance?
It's all in vain my darling
Because everything in this world is worthless in its own way
The great principles are often rainbows beyond reach
Where the day's substitutes are hanging
Driven by lust for money and short-lived passions
Nothing from the past can be returned to me
In my remaining days
And the nature of the world won't have advanced
Even a single step
If when I reach the end of my days
The child in me is far better
Than the crazy man writing the poem
Categories:
ruminant, lifeworld,
Form:
I stared at the wall, it stared back at me.
I was so lonesome longed for a roomie.
And as I despaired, with feelings of dread,
I heard a low moan at foot of my bed.
Wonder of wonders, beheld there a cow,
Afraid was I with sweat wetting my brow.
Quietly stared at the ruminant breed
Chewing cud of regurgitated feed.
Large were its eyes, as marbled limpid pools,
Did it hide wisdom from mystical schools?
As time ticked by I was caught in its thrall,
Couldn't find reason for the mesmeric fall.
And then when I thought my mind was all gone,
I heard the cock crow, and soon it was dawn!
My phantom companion with a low low,
With a nod of its head got up to go.
Before it vanished it pointed a look
At the pile of tomes lying in a nook.
As I reached out for a dust-covered book,
The phantom vanished before I could look.
Shaken and stirred, I dusted the cover
Wondering at what I would discover.
Treasure I found on each and every page,
Food for the soul, wisdom for every age.
A rapture in each line which sets you free,
A splendor in the "feel-and-see-and-be".
A release, as in abandon you whirl,
Immersed as you are in the dervish's twirl.
Now I'm never alone, I've my Roomie,
A mentor, a guide, a friend in Rumi!
Categories:
ruminant, books, dream, fantasy, humor,
Form:
Masnavi
COCKADOODLE DOOOOOOOOO! COCKADOODLE DOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
That big red rooster greets each morn that way,
Waking all of us...and the farmer too,
Just so we can all start the day.
A beckoning call to the barn is made
We just go a strollin' with an easy gait.
Food, water, and then they wash us down
Before the suctioning, as we await.
It feels quite good to get that electric relief
As those ruminant gallons go gently away.
I may choose more hay as I give and give
With a soft sounding "Mooooo" as I stand in the bay.
Led from the barn to pastures so green
But they're always greener to me on the other side,
I stand, or sit down as I chew my cud
'Til milking call at evening tide.
You may call me "Bossie"
Although I'm really not...
The produce I give is warm right now,
But Pasteur said that it had to be hot.
What a beautiful life I have
Just going from here to there.
Giving my body's bounty,
With hardly a care.
For sure it is enjoyed by millions each day,
The pure white drink which is ne'er pernicious.
Just one thing more I'll say about it....
The time I have and the milk I give is UDDERLY delicious!
Categories:
ruminant, animal, appreciation, day, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Paranoia, thy name is Valerie
My buried bones you've bared.
My skeleton is out of the bag
And my cat is out of the closet.
I feel exposed to the discernment of a despot.
I cannot hide, cannot secrete, cannot cover my shame.
My guilt en-clothes me
And remorse envelopes me like a shroud.
I wish for the cloths of Heaven
But get only the habiliments of a mendicant.
I long for the raiment of a royal
But I'm clad in the rags of a ruminant.
All that glitters isn't gold
And all that reeks isn't excretia.
So I'll stand on my purloined principles
And lament my lack of laurels.
Like Sisyphus seeking his summit
Or a Prometheus that forgot his fire.
But I'll insist on my fated freedom
Like the bird on the wire, or the drunk in a midnight choir,
I have tried, in my way, to be free.
Categories:
ruminant, write,
Form:
Blank verse
A child I do not know his citizenship
travels nations rummaging, rampaging
he has no origin but has relatives
but the child knows not how to share
Omnivorous, carnivorous and ruminant
his teeth grinds anything; canal receives all
At table everything runs to his open mouth
mindless of tears that roll, tongues that curse
This unknowable child gathers all to himself
wealth and power shiver when he appears
he’s master-never servant, never charitable
with open gullet he strips society naked
Governed by appetite amused by egotism
even eternity can’t fill empty bowl of greed
Categories:
ruminant, desire, irony, power,
Form:
Personification
Once upon a spring arcadian green
a last veil winter hoar melts on the bud -
Romney low country lambs fattened to wean
chew in flocks upon the ruminant cud.
In stone moss stream, wild aromatic grass,
the sleeping flower does the thaw invite
but an ancient blood moon shall come to pass
on the shadows of day and dark of night.
Soon its muster will shatter a false peace
in cornucopia of beast and bloom -
nigh the yard gates will fill with milky fleece
and only finest wool spin on the loom.
On the altar of this season’s new day
so a spring offering is born a prey.
Written: August 1989
Categories:
ruminant, life, seasons,
Form:
Sonnet
Long Necked Ruminant
So you think a camel is just an ugly animal,
a camel has kissable lips and eyes like
Marilyn Monroe; and it gives milk, low fat and
nourishing. But I bet you didn’t know that.
When a four wheel, stops by lack of petrol in
the sand of Sahara, the camel with its padded
cloves trudges along, smells like hell, but
who cares when it can bring you to an oasis.
Sweet dates, cold water and languor under
palm trees, a dream comes true, but do not
forget it was a camel that brought you there.
And have you ever tasted camel cheese?
Categories:
ruminant, funny,
Form:
Blank verse
like a ruminant you digest your own cud
you think that life has things in store for you
baby, it's been game over long time ago
go to your cuffin and void your burdens
every action is still born
every thought is convicted to death
Categories:
ruminant, depression,
Form:
Free verse
(for: ’niyi osundare)
the goldness of those eyes,
like the eye of the earth –
beaming, mirrors the secret softness
hidden by the ash-like depths of our souls!
many of them, brother, so learned;
o! carrying shrines of empty superiority,
as they coaxed the lads
to believe the new deities of half-truths,
and bring sweet-smelling oblations
to each black prof who looks and speaks at us;
’niyi, my brother, you know these well!
yet, when we saw your inner complexion,
we knew it well:
we, the celebrate sons born at the niger’s banks,
you’re a prof: a black prof: a twin of us!
the preciousness of those sharp eyes,
the ever-ruminant seed of that heart
which almost marked your pen, a ruffian!
are these the ingredients
in those soup of our radical celibacy?
your presence like other presences
in our village:
spoke tranquility and hopefulness
to a village full of raw anxieties!
then you twinkled away from us
not forever, no, but for a while!
brother, while our eyes, almost in cessions,
are down-turned in supplications
to the brightest eye of the earth;
our ears in remembrance with our eyes
seeing the sacred lips gaping in admonitions:
‘whenever the muse in ferocity comes:
then strike the pen as a hunter in his primes!’
yes! when we heard this lexicon,
we knew it well:
we, the sad sons suffering at the ant-hills,
you’re a prof: a black prof: a twin of us!
Categories:
ruminant, parody
Form:
Those who live an artistic life are genuinely soul-aware.
It is as vital to the human spirit as is the air.
Artistry, sculpture, and landscape design are creative,
That's around spiritedness that pulls and is probative.
Bury my heart in the wounded knee where even harm,
Battered gallows have histrionic gems and charm.
A ghost wrapped in a thicket of death rug toss,
Eigenvector fade marble eye fabric dross
Slap my lips with a cudgel, ruminant, spewing mere,
Apathetic brows cursed with sin shudder with fear.
I clasped my hands, viewing fake hooks and blows spare,
I may sleep freely on the rope or walk as drifting in the air.
Free from obscure sights, free from guilt,
I translated the chain that bound my spilt.
Each time the human spirit is apathetically ground,
Somewhere in the cold, an answer can be found.
Victim of its erratic walking and constant cold,
Lost and bastard, inquiries are permitted to be trolled.
You stay stoical and equanimous under a dearth,
You, the human spirit, are the nucleus of the Earth.
Yet, I took this mystery with me to the grave,
As of now, please note that I crave to rave.
I believe that fair things will win out for people,
When I dared not be the one to be motile.
Milk is insufficient for acts of human kindness.
The stomach can churn and be mindless.
Milk and whey used to derive cheddar or skim milk.
There are various choices for insights ilk.
Written: September 17, 2022
The Human Spirit Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Categories:
ruminant, analogy, appreciation, beauty, faith,
Form:
Rhyme