Best Sacred Cow Poems
Where regal forts lie dormant now,
Once Maedbh beheld the Sacred Cow,
At Cruachan of the fifty mounds,
From Uaigh na gCat came Faery sounds,
A vision, behold, Róisín Dubh,
Symphony of my stolen love,
Never before a sight so fair,
Like Adams ale flowed burning hair,
'Come now young seeker, take my hand,
And come with me to Faery land'
And then she hummed her Faery tune,
Invoking ages of the moon,
'For who but you may understand,
The grieving whispers of this land?'
Blessed am I, behold this sight,
The Sídhe summon me tonight,
'And who but you may come to know,
The seraphic language of the crow?'
'Come now young seeker, from the cold,
And know not sickness, death nor old'
Then louder grew her Faery tune,
And slowly I began to swoon,
'You once were children of the Sun,
Where heroes dwelt there now are none'
'Deepest silence, they must endure,
But not for you whose soul is pure'
'The time will be upon us soon,
To sing the chorus of the moon'
At Cruachan of the fifty mounds,
From Uaigh na gCat came Faery sounds,
Boldly now I took her hand,
And off we went to Faery land
Who knew the exact time and how
The day came for my play's final bow?
The span was compact
I ran for just one act
The encore - now as sacred cow
Getting older don’t you wonder
What your life is all about?
Wages earned don’t leap to haunt me
Like my dreams of fighting trout -
Lightning flash and splashing thunder
Writhe inside my reverie.
Poem’s birth a new obsession
Like a weed fighting for life,
Rooted in imagination,
Married to soul like a wife.
A genetic new expression,
Your child, not an alien!
Moment when you felt Christ call you,
Knew His presence was divine,
Youthful dream mysterious now,
What was certain in decline,
Adult wisdom leans toward doubt too,
Truth just one more sacred cow.
Life that once flowed like a river,
Froths now like enamored stream,
Still the rock called death eludes you,
Though it manifests in dream,
Specter that still makes you shiver,
Cold moon, crystal ball you view!
Love a flower (will it open?),
Like a parachute, unknown,
Only earth impact is certain,
Like a feather, like a stone,
Accident waiting to happen,
Morning paper’s bulletin.
Lessons, fertile fields before us,
Student’s lives the ones that shine,
Possibilities we shoulder,
Morning light, day’s valentine,
Nature’s music, angel’s chorus,
Bring another kind of tear.
Brian Johnston
January 5, 2015
RECIPE: “Poulet Roti” French Style - Ballade “Le Chant Royal” - 10
STANZA IX
Snubbed by Churchill, de Gaulle’s June 18th appeal
Saves not crushed Rouen, Paris to liberate
Triumphant Le Clerc hurries after ordeal
Did not Liberation make Resistants great
Nazi Chief’s deaf ear lets not Hitler burn Paris
Do the sacred cow Resistants scorn hubris
“Now e’en Presidents fear veteran Police!”
Ditto whole appareil judiciaire en lice!
Not till the last of veteran Combatants
Take Bastille Day’s Arc de Triomphe honoured place
Nor till Allied Forces be hailed true Conquérants?
ENVOI
Overnight the mother serves as plaything nice
For lawyers judges politicos police
All Free-Masons none resist as Resistants
No place for father and son in such premise
Nor till Allied Forces be hailed true Conquérants?
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
I established a rapport
with the Sacred Cow
and it stepped all over my toes
the oil of anointment in my crankcase
I was limping worthy of an asterisk
an army of monks couldn't keep me pure
laughing all the way to the blank
Hell has its saints too
my food chain has a dog on one end
pet my good luck hump if you must
or my scarred and bleeding shins
the Siberian delegate exhales belligerently
after exterminating the wooly mammoth
humanity is the only species
counting the days
badly trained by fire ants and monkey uncles
I've contacted the hunchback sperm banks
for a below zero safe deposit box
hmm that won't grip the road either
separated at birth by a faulty wall socket
while descending through the atmospherics
with a license to lounge
upon the mules of creation
like butter through hunger
only in your head holy man
expletives erupted from his throat
making antic come here gestures
while camping under Bigfoot's foot
a sea of irritants sending messages
through my lawyers Rugburn & Nosebleed
you vampires should be in bed at this hour
if only because monotony generates subtlety
we played 'em right into the net
sent the boys off on a Nanking holiday
to animate something foul and oafish
that's now clogging the sewers
kill the spankers slit their throats
like the moon through a windy fog
one thing blending into another
fueling up with ignorance again
but I don't see how we could wreak hell
any more than the universe
already buggering ahead does
even with bear claws over our hands
for protection or decor
like a hotel banquet ice carver
in an encounter with the Dancing Strumpets
anti-inert at least
his frozen uncertainty runneth over
in a renunciation of befuddlement
by the often pillaged soul
living a farcical incoherent nightmare
slammed through the one chance swinging gate
and went clomping into showbiz
with a gypsy clan of Yiddish fiddlers
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
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This time, I sing the praise of ecclesiatical love.
Though not esoteric, thou followers never allow
to think it beyond the sinister bodily move.
O' never touch it, that is a sacred cow!
which makes me wonder what is love?
When that thing has gotten so low; i vow
there is something that i got to show.
I love my love, told my friend when i quizzed,
cherished his nth love. But just before kissed
his (n-1)th love, ritualised the MoU and finally buried.
Love is an ocean claimed my friend, who spews
everytime when tasted water. Deep down the ocean he dives,
thrives but when reached the brackish lagoons,he skews.
Love is blind told another, when she is not bothered
of her anorexic size zero- a licence to get tethered?
Happily abandoned their loved parents as they are feathered.
Indeed she showered her love on her parents at an early stage
Her love just slithered when she got a posh and lovely date.
The immortal of the mortals, you named it love
an oaf's hormonal misfiring? galloping generaton's conduit?
smokescreen to lust? passport to brain's prostration?
an unplugged persecution? spielberg's avtar?
a pandora's box? a frankenstein monster? a nelson's eye?
a monkey on your back? or a touch screen monitor?
geez! Iam still in an ambivalent mood!
Is love - greek's Eros? chaldean's shedu?
Freud's ***** envy? oedipus complex?
electra complex? legitimate sex addiction?
a parent's affection, strictly and only, to their child -
then why the missing gender?
Is that the worm's eye view of an eagle? or
just the eagle's eye view of a worm?
As usual, my instinct blossomed and spread the scent of wisdom
love is a connecting wood in a ladder between the unconnected two
love is honey in the life of a bee and a flower
love is bliss in devotee and the divine
love is thirst for a man in the desert
love is sugar in a juicy mix of lime and water
love is also the fuddle of a drunkard with the drink
Here I sit, one year later;
no more smoking, lungs are clear.
I have more new habits now;
one is lots of good, cold beer.
Food is now my sacred cow;
what's for dinner, here and now.
Am I happy ? Well, heck no ;
all my flesh has turned to dough.
Clothes don't fit; way too small ;
buttons popping ; zippers stall.
Trading one vice for another;
is truly just one great, big bother.
Do I smell food in the kitchen ?
Now my nose is really twitchin'.
Come, let us walk this broken street, you and I;
Explore the infamy we share before we die.
After all, will death not seize man's birthright
When this day gives way to night?
Signposts all along the way, today,
Creaking in the autumn wind as they sway
And swing their monolithic rhapsody -
No time to gently die with dignity;
Our tongues so rough and dry
Must see the wasted remnants
Of the world, before we die.
You ask me why?
Observations made though flawed as art,
Is all we have as we depart.
Our eyes observe for those whose
Eyes have long been pearls
Within the locusts' den
Where fog and dust now swirls.
I hear no sound of water's drip -
All is rock and pebbled sod.
No sound of wind-whipped sail
On seabound ship,
Nor voices raised in praise of God.
All be still at His last will!
Come, let us turn this corner to the past,
For there is where we find
All unexpected treasure mined
Will never last;
Our blood can boil
In passion's heat,
But cools and turns to dust
- complete -
After all, will death not seize man's birthright
When this day gives way to night?
Where are the jewels once sparkling in the sun
And woven through her black and braided hair?
The pyramids stand idle, each and every one,
Above the bones that wither there.
Was not their time as equal then
As ours is equal now?
And who should steal the sacredness
Within the sacred cow?
Those who follow desert prophets proud,
Or those without perception
Shouting loudest from the crowd?
Hear the purloined jester chuckle from the grave.
His light and airy voice spoke truth
About the grayness of the cave -
Plato's shadows tell the tale,
How reasoned men will surely fail.
After all, will death not seize man's birthright
When this day gives way to night?
Come, and you will see the mystery
That none have seen before -
The glory of society
Before the tyranny of war.
Nothing stays unique
Beneath this vast expanse of sky -
Lest brightness buries bleak
Which is unique,
As you and I pass by.
Come, if you will,
Notice all these brittle leaves
Upon the broken street,
So still,
As autumn breezes cease - complete.
After all, did death not seize man's birthright
As this day gave way to night?
A precious penny for your thoughts,
for five a good cigar.
Prevailing wisdom up in smoke
to regale the nearest star.
Keep abreast of Smith and friends,
but true friends we disdain.
As eager birds beat frantic wings
in sunrise search for gain.
A moron's gold soon disappears,
no noontime meal is free
Roll every penny and they're yours,
on that we all agree.
Shopworn phrases from the past
still speak to here and now.
It's amazing still how money talks-
that final, sacred cow.
Warrior, Cast Down To Earth, To Dark Beast Smite
" From what magical realm do you now flee,
With silver belted sword and bright armor,
And awesome power of a Hercules,
Gifted with the face of a true charmer?"
"From Odin's realm, Halls of Valhalla's best,
With power of Thor and orders to smite,
Deep darkness in this world, at your bequest,
Return good, drive away beasts of the night."
"I give thy master greatest of my vows,
Purest in his faith, holding firm his creed,
Drink wine of his grapes, milk of sacred cow,
If failing this, may my life away bleed."
"Indeed, as such would be true if thee fail,
For thy hand and faithful heart have both sworn,
To Master of Realm, where light never pales,
To serve mightiest of heroes there born."
" I pray thee, again here my vow, sworn words,
In true honor and piety given,
Pleadings from we wretched swept into herds,
As slaves with no hope of ever liven'."
"Fail thee not of thy honor and brave heart,
I was sent to slay that foulest of beasts,
Destroy its wandering hordes, rip apart,
Its ravenous jaws, stop its nightly feasts."
"I pray thee success and with grateful soul,
Beg thy master that thee comes to no harm,
Thy course is set to honorable goal,
I now see no cause for future alarm."
"Fear not my lady, this shall now be done,
My sword now drawn, I go to dark beast slay,
Victory's sign shall be red setting sun,
From this night's moon, see me flying away."
"I pray thee, thy heart and sword-arm cuts true,
Thy courage wavers not, thy blows hit hard,
Our love, deepest respect thus flies with you,
Our hero warrior, our Odin sent guard."
Robert J. Lindley, 5-23-2018
Rhyme, (Myths, Legends and Truths)
Note- Original version 1974, rewritten this morn, a major rewrite- thus dating this as created today...
End your war now decades gone
join again, relented brawn
plant once more your dirt less lawn
holstered arms yet never drawn
Brotherhood mesh in faux glove
family pride hangs black above
leave that hawk embrace that dove
homeless now, there is no love
Unknowing knowledge all this time
what they stole it was a crime
used again, your only dime
the inner scars won’t heal with time
The dust blows bleak upon your face
helpless strong you are disgrace
salvation is a different place
no to puppies no to lace
Choice it lays before you now
be one of, but have to bow
or loneliest like Andy’s Mao
sacrificed, a sacred cow
One adrift with separate pride
the other with a desperate bride
both will set you far aside
from that boy that never lied
If you’re voting for Santorum
We really must address
Those sweaters – why he wore ‘em
Is anybody’s guess
If voting for a Newt
Remember what he’s been
A D.C. political suit
Do we want him there again
A vote for Texas Perry
Is a right-wing conservative vote
But think now and be wary
Of the book that he once wrote
If you’re voting for this fellow Mitt
The front-runner as of now
Take a breath and sleep on it
He might kill your sacred cow
If you don’t care where we’re going
Or where we just have been
Obama’s weaknesses now are showing
Can you really vote for him
I know that my views
Don’t matter at all
You’ll choose who you choose
For I know it’s your call
2/10/12
You made a lot of promises and vows
As much sincerity as Chairman Mao
But fools like me do believe
Drunk like a New Year’s Eve
Broken faith betrayed by a sacred cow
Irreverence the sacred cow of The Realist the TRUTH will slay your motto and all flying spaghetti monsters the TRUTH will set you free, really who’s laughing now, I say it is God but He has no pleasure in death of the wicked Ask Him while you can, He cannot deny Himself
When in twilight, stars that pierce the mould
Bring livid comfort to my sorry chest
The dome of night extends its azure fest
And spirits rise with stories to behold
Urgency precipitates my brow
Such beauty must be conquered or put down
A thousand times I’ve seen this faulted crown
Upon my task, exalted sacred cow
Laden with this burden that I feel
For crisp cold beauty heaped on matters done
Splendour with an edge as sharp as steel
Trodden ground where older seeds I’ve sown
Beneath another twilight thus prolong
Eureka moments past my heart have flown