THE VAN GONE MUSEUM
A gleaming, extravagant building.
Filled with jewels of art.
The brainless herd pile in at
their allotted time slot. No thoughts
Zombie tourists flock into the Van
Gogh museum. It doesn’t matter
how many nationalities are there.
Everyone does the same.
Observers drone from one gallery
to another.
Their eyes not even focusing on the
painstaking art.
The portraits and landscapes stare
back at the viewer in
disbelief and disgust.
Please comprehend what I am.
The constant shutter of a camera
can be heard but not the slightest
intellectual thought can be even
fathomed amongst them.
Those photos they taken cannot
even echo the detail of the brush stroke
or slight colour difference.
They are a false facsimile at best.
The painting now a lifeless corpse.
A digital copy is what remains on a
seldom used SD card.
Never to be looked upon again.
A gravity trudges the cattle toward
the famous sunflowers ; not for
artistic merit but for bragging
rights and social media selfies
Although Van Gogh is long dead, it
seems apparent his legacy, his art,
his life’s work is now
Van Gone….
Maybe it scared him off
we are still dating I assume
he thinks I wanted marrage
a wedding and a honeymoon
it's Gals like you who makes it harder
for Gals like me to find a man
he goes out his way to love you
you gone and scare them away
get yourself another cowboy
lady this one is mine
I treat him like I wanna
beleive me he and are just fine
get a grip and stop playing
you like messing around
keeping things frustrating
acting like some silly clown
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smiling from ear to ear
they just ah gaming
two Gal's ah fussing over him
got him ah grinning.
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Them one sided affairs
keeping fellas in supence
you like things uncertain
Drling it just don't make sence
Get your self another cowboy
Lady this one's mine
I can treat my man like I wanna
beleive he and I are just find
Almost sixty years ago, my father
under suspicion, as a cattle rustler
Me a bit surprised
but it could have been as the title of a hustler
One day whilst in the dairy, my father with my brother milking cows
two young cops arrived to ask a leading question
Were you in such and such a paddock on such and such a day
if so what was your purpose, was put as a suggestion
They had evidence to support, that my father he did visit
That his actions in that paddock may be viewed as illicit
One cop from his pocket pulled a docket , that had been found
it was a receipt which displayed my fathers name
It was enough for them to investigate,
that's why to my father's property they came
To their leading question
what was it he was doing
I had a crap was his immediate reply
One young innocent cop asked my father what's a crap
They would have instantly known if my father said he was ........ a word that rhymes with ruing
perhaps my father would have had regrets if he had known what would later be brewing
NO CHARGES LAID
Tears streaming down
Rains soft token
Imagine how I was found
To have magic'ly woken
In the streets of
This rainy town
Peering up above
Knees on the ground
Passed by unseen
Or avoided
Where have I been?
Dreams distorted
The street noises
The smell of pain
And suffering
mingled voices
Polite and feign
Time stuttering
Unwilled choices
To keep living
To one day die
Still believing
Above the skies
Whilst all the while
Living lies
No one dies
No one dies
I hear the cries
They've made me wise
We'll do this again
When next we sleep
In the next rain
Our souls to reap
Born in a barn raised on a farm
makin' hay come what may
won't do what I'm told
can't be bought or sold
with a mind of my own
don't need politicians
prophets or priests
deciding my decisions
drink from the bottle
drive full throttle
don't get me wrong
know where I belong
ain't got no social graces
know where my place is
do what nature taught me
down in the lower forty
where rattling the bars of their cage
'til the cattle come home
chickens from afar were induced
and returned to roost
while at day's end
the scarecrow he an' me
we be best of friends
In Nigeria’s heart, the wonders shine,
From Ogbunike Caves to Yankari’s line.
Farin Ruwa falls with power and grace,
While Owu’s waters dance in place.
Olumo Rock stands strong and wide,
Idanre Hills with age and pride.
Obudu’s mountains, calm and high,
Where Niger and Benue rivers lie.
Nigeria’s wonders, rich and rare,
A land of beauty, beyond compare.
From north to south, east to west,
NGWonders show Nigeria’s best.
Cattle bells ringing
u n
o d
somewhere beyond termite m s—
flies h u m in the heat
Cattle Prod
Taking Anything
Too Serious
Makes It Dumb.
ZZZZTTTZZZTTT!
Ow. Still Dumb.
ZZZZTTT!! ZZZZTTTT!!!
Very Stupid...
ZZZZZZZZTTTTTT!!!!
OWWW! Buncha' CraPPP!
ZZZZZZZTTTTZZZZZZZ!!!
TTTTTTTZZZZTTTTTTTT!!!
Huh?
ZZZZTTTTXXZZZZTTXZXZXTZZZ!!!!!
OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
BULL!
BUZZZ... BUZZ. BUZ.
***That's Not Real.***
How Do You Charge This Thing?
BUP.
-Gray Squirrel
05-16-2025
The cattle barons rode into town
They were dressed in blah, black and brown
Faces stoic and plain
Bulls of Iowa fame
They marched to the square to confront the clown
The clown was frightened of these big six
There was not a happy one in the mix
Hamburger? No way!
We are here to stay
Clown, owner of the diner, was in a fix
• 2 am on a Tuesday
• Something fresh on the news
• A herd of cattle flooding the streets
• A monkey getting high off of sweets
There's supposed to be an out break of bluetounge in cows?
It started in Sandwich in Kent, reports allow! I heard if it
Last year, its no threat to humans to contract' it does not
Affect their produce, say vets' yet their movement is stopped now such
A thing' makes me 'wonder are experts?' Fishing somewhat? Looking for problems..Bad news anything.! That could work?
To coerce scare or just plain frighten.? Beause free livings
(The sin!) Will it (be all take care?) go carefull? Mind the air
Breath stale breath back in? Send more tax cash to ukraine or
Where ever.? Thats the way we stop death.?? As more
Flourides in the water, aluminium seeded in the sky.' oh my breath'
And don't listen or watch alternative media screens, do you ever
Wonder why.? Why more people are dying than in 2019.!
Why Reiner Füellmichs in prison? For raising funds.? On
( on trumped up type charges?) To me it looks an obscene one?
And there have always been dr's; to help us on our way.'
mengle and shipman theres a host..' I could mention?
So whats new; should we say??
Whose cows are those ?
That go to everyone’s garden
Destroying poor farmer’s crops
Whose cows ?
Are on free range
On the whole village.
Where will the poor gardener eat ?
If his source of income is now,
Source of tears
Not of joy
But of sorrow and agony.
Guard your cows
Karota
Unless you want to see blood
Of your animals.
Be careful.
We don’t want you
To start pointing at us
With your mouth
Saying
Those people led to myt suffering.
.
buhmp
fruhnt
mine wuhnt
SNAP
relaxed
mine neck
from
crack
*dedicated to mine miss'n Daver uv yore who would
be blaming me for pacemaker hesitations ;)
CATTLE EGRET
Makinde Adebayo Adeniyi
Silken, snow-white feathers
Slender, elegant legs
Lovely long sinuous neck
Beautiful and benignly noble head
Stout, straight, sharp beaks
The cattle egret
Seen in the dry season
In symbiosis
With cattle and the wild
Visitors to the quiet countryside
Feeding on ticks and insect
Migrating with the arrival of the rains
To distant arid land
The cattle egret
Harmless as a dove
Graceful in flight
Beautiful in sight
Her arrival, like the sweet angels
Bring the sandstorms
Dusty, dense, dry vegetation in cold weather
Interspersed with hot noons
And that sweet aroma of harmattan
Cowboys don't know ‘bout pentameter beat
when their crooning to the cattle at night
As long as the rhythm is soft and slow
makes no difference if it's sad or light
Don't make no mind if it goes dum-di-dum
or if instead the rhythm is di-dum-di
Cows sure don't care what some snooty dude thinks
is the proper way to write poetry
The herd doesn't know the meaning of words
no use in fancying up what you say
To mean what you say and say what you mean
that has always been the true cowboy's way
There's no need for some expensive degree
just to lull all them cows to sleep at night
‘Cause humming a tune with no words at all
can keep them calm until the morning's light
So don't be afraid to write them a song
with whatever rhythm or rhyme you choose
It's okay if others don't understand
as long as the tune means something to you
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