Bullocks Poems - Poems about Bullocks

...It was in the early dawn of December especially Roosters began to crow in the farmer's huts repeatedly They welcomed the first light of day indirectly. The famers untied their ......Read the rest...

...It was in the month of December, evening. My sister and I came back from the paddy fields The noon day sun disappeared for sleeping. Farmers unt......Read the rest...

...BAT planted many seeds that brought him a great harvest For which many held his ideology with august interest With claims that Jagaban dealt with those political jagabats Who knows little or nothi......Read the rest...

...A Night on the Road It was a dark and stormy night, as he rode around the mob. The bridle reins held loosely, the night horse knew his job. With twelve hundred head of cattle, it was a ......Read the rest...

...Albert Nolan "Abtract Gospel" God in "Picture" out current problems shoved aside preach good Feel good do apartheid II - Part 2 In his book, God in South Africa The Challenge of the Gospe......Read the rest...

...Doors shut; wish to go in; in bushes of fears entangled, Once opened and gone in, by hands of darkness much strangled; Open sky calls; calls the wide earth; call mountain, hills and valleys, Stran......Read the rest...

...Moon sleeps long wrapped in cozy quilt of chilly fogs, Earth is engulfed in thick black carbon-canopy; Trees ghosts-like; birds black-hole shaded; loud growl of dogs, The scene is as silent as a d......Read the rest...

...The wife ‘n I were taken out by me’ bosses on a Christmas ‘do’, to a restaurant I can’t afford, uptown in some swank avenue, where a waiter dressed up to kill, in a black formal suit with a tie,......Read the rest...

...Are the exploits slowly fading of the folk who forged this land? Are there more important factors, today for us to understand? Are we prepared to lose our national character? Erase our borderlines......Read the rest...

...Well swollen boobies on bullocks Boris is boss our nations Prime Minister at J Hunt's loss some say a buffoon and they say it sinister like the mans brain is only miniature think Corbyn the codf......Read the rest...

...Even the Lazy Lizard Even the lazy lizard knows when not to beg, when not to emerge, from behind the hungry black rock of another dying hand, hopelessly clutching the mysteries of another sit......Read the rest...

...I walk outside after an 8 hour shift Having no idea, it is a seventy-four degree day. I am wearing my wooly hat, that covers most of my face, And my coat is buttoned up to my nose. How had I mi......Read the rest...

...A Chowder Of Cats There's a chowder of cats on the corner an exultation of larks in the sky a troop of monkeys high in the trees where the rhino's doth daily crash by A pack of dogs patrolli......Read the rest...

...I sleep awake wondering my country’s invasion by wolves I dream a dream of dreamers to cross mystery sea-Mediterranean “Opportunities, heaven for me awaits across the sea” I soliloquy in a ......Read the rest...

...Esther's Kingdom The field grazed by bullocks Immense size and value.... Green field; marshes of love entwined with greatness of plenty Dis candour sweetens the bowel Feelings filled with H......Read the rest...