I have decided to live on buttermilk.
It contains all the ingredients
to sustain a happy and productive life.
No more worrying about the next meal.
I can spend more time seeking perfection-
picking flowers and counting stars.
I can find my place in the universe,
pondering existence,
the meaning of love,
how death is a part of life,
who God really is.
I can then be a maestro poet
and write words of a contended and complete life.
Yes, I will live on buttermilk
and love my cows every day!
Categories:
buttermilk, feelings, happiness, inspirational, life,
Form: Free verse
Buttermilk sky, early dawn
Sun bringing sweet sips of life,
Warm promising day ahead
No school on a springtime Saturday.
SECOND PLACE WINNER
written February 26, 2022
especially for "LIND30nr" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
Categories:
buttermilk, sky, spring,
Form: Verse
Few people remember Buttermilk’s name
A Quarter Horse of considerable fame,
He appeared in many a western show
Ridden by Dale Evans, Roy Roger’s beaux,
Buttermilk replaced several horses Evans rode,
Appeared in all but six television episodes.
Evans was known as Queen of the West
Riding Buttermilk she was at her best.
EIGHTH PLACE WINNER
Written September 29, 2021
Especially for "A Notable Horse" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Ligouri
Categories:
buttermilk, animal, horse, star, western,
Form: Quatrain
gravy on the side
lightly poured on a biscuit
Southern spicy grits
9/8/2018
Categories:
buttermilk, food,
Form: Haiku
A political figure
in the north said outright
that our country should be punished over bretix
This is my statement
to one backwards thinking fool living on our island
Punishment Ireland has had over the centuries
how low unholy such a statement beneath par
brands in word alone convicts falsely
over turns the peace prospect
for our fellow human beings
Shows an inhumane soul suffering with the bitterness of hate
attached underneath treachery of tongue commands a vice
lacking self respect judging by whom should be held to ransom
Categories:
buttermilk, abuse, betrayal, conflict, heart,
Form: Political Verse
buttermilk sky
clouds race the moon
london
walking through russell square
where we first embraced our love
Categories:
buttermilk, girlfriend, london, lost love,
Form: Tanka
Ralph the garbage rummaging raccoon, found Nipper the cat at Buttermilk Saloon,
he had been suddenly sadly jilted and bleeding heart was extremely wilted.
Decided to stay out with the toms all night, to avoid a cat lover’s feline fight,
she saw him with her cousin in the alley, witnessed them fondly dilly dally.
Ralph being the friend that he was stepped in to aid the love sick cat because,
he adopted Nipper at a very young age, found him under thick forest dry sage.
Ralph toted him to the beastly clinic; he was expiring mighty quick,
drank the house of buttermilk twice his size, he passed out, four paws to the skies.
His paunch was pumped of rotten stench, Ralph was sure his waist lost an inch;
from buttermilk he got really loaded, leaving his small belly hugely bloated.
Ralph was a big brother to Nipper that day, a definite superhero to his fiancé,
who came to her prompt female senses and apologized for her brash offenses.
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Categories:
buttermilk, brother, cousin,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
Buttermilk clouds with lavender tinged linings
Float on pink ribbons of an evening sunset..
Categories:
buttermilk, nature
Form: Free verse
(This is a fictional poem)
My cow didn't give buttermilk when I pulled on her udders.
Only regular milk came out even though I fed her lots of butter.
Now I'm feeding my cow lots of chocolate but no chocolate milk is coming out.
People say when it comes to believing that I'm stupid, they have no doubts.
Categories:
buttermilk, animals, funny, on writing
Form: I do not know?