She conjured what she wanted
Visualizing it and expecting it
Others scoffed, but she blocked their laughs
Her dendrite field was in touch with a heart that believed
One chance in a million a grumpy chicken said in Chicken Run.
“There IS a chance then,” the optimistic chicken said.
As soon as she stopped laughing, she realized it was her mantra
There is always a chance.
It is the believing that brings it.
You can manifest whatever you can see
She saw a lot, and was not disappointed
Living her life with optimism, positivity and hope.
Not hearing the grumbles and gripes of those
Who did not understand or believe in faeries
or know how to visualize; she was too busy
attaining, loving, and being enthusiastically herself
to notice what others were doing.
Categories:
chicken run, hope,
Form: Free verse
HEADLESS CHICKEN SERVES TWO
My son and his wife wanted fresh eggs so built a chicken run,
Always into something different that proved productive and fun,
They bought 4 rescue chickens, that each laid an egg a day,
One got brave, stuck head out of fence in an awkward way,
Next day they saw a headless hapless chicken in the pen,
Psychologist's prognosis chicken suicidal, make soup of hen.
Entered in Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
2020/4/13
Categories:
chicken run, funny,
Form: Rhyme
Driving a country road quite casually,
A veterinarian never expected to see
A chicken ranch, lush and serene;
But instead of two legs,
All the chickens had three.
When he saw the gate,
He had no will of his own;
After all, in the realm of science,
Chickens with three legs
Were completely unknown.
He drove up to the farm house,
Where he saw a man, his wife and son.
When he inquired about the chickens,
The man said, “Yeah, here’s the story.”
Our vet thought, “This ought to be fun.”
“What we love most is drumsticks….legs.
Yes, we love Ma’s prize winnin’ fried chicken.
If Ma fried one hen, we’d fight over two.
If she fried two hens, we’d fight over the extra.
Her chicken is worth it… truly “finger lickin.”
Caused too many spats in our home;
So I inbred, out bred, over bred these birds
Until I came up with three-legged chickens.”
“Why that’s amazing!,” said the vet.
“Had I not seen it, I would think it absurd.”
Hoping to be invited to a chicken dinner,
The vet asked, “How do they taste?”
“That’s the shame of it” said the farmer.
Now, we can’t catch not a single one.
All that breedin’ has gone to waste.
Categories:
chicken run, angst, animal, farm, funny,
Form: Rhyme
between black and white –
I compromise
balancing act –
stiletto heels
fire hot ice cold –
variable menopause weather forecast
hope –
embers glow among the ashes
pebble fast disappears –
ripples take their time
chicken run commotion –
aborted takeoff
sensationalism –
penny dreadful or dime novel?
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Contest: Two Liners
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Placed 2nd
Categories:
chicken run, fun,
Form: Monoku
A new day has begun
Maybe we will have some fun
Like playing in the sun
Might spend time with a loved one
While making some hot cross buns
Could build a chicken run
I will definitely try to leave nothing undone
As a new day has begun
3/16/2017
Categories:
chicken run, day,
Form: Monorhyme
Yes, It cost a lot, a lot it cost indeed
But piggery and chicken run,
Required, yes, necessity, for so many mouths to feed
Whilst we laugh and feast, like royalty, having so much fun!
Categories:
chicken run, abuse, africa, fun, moving
Form: Chastushka
Where the Foxes Wander
Through the mist of dandelion seeds
That float across the dew filled field
The dancing seeds part majestically
The grass bends the stalks do yield
His nose in the air,
Between the mist of seeds
Eyes darting left and right
Taking in the field of weeds
Stepping forward cautiously
One step in front of the other
Its then another fox appears
A vixen with cubs - a mother.
The fox runs forward not looking back
The mother nips at the cubs
They lie still, hidden they think
The fox returns and noses rub.
He leads the way through open space
Fox, vixen, and offspring
To the chicken run next door
But should I do anything?
The large brown hens pecking dirt
The fox his eye on one
The cockerel then starts to crow
The sly fox is now undone.
© GG 17/06/2013
Categories:
chicken run, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Grandmother used
the same kind
of round, metal tub
that we put the Christmas tree in
to soak her laundry
before she washed it.
She used the same tub
to clean a chicken she'd kill,
holding it upside down by the legs
and chopping off its head with an axe,
holding the bird so that the blood
drained through the neck into a pan,
from which she's make blood pudding,
not letting the chicken run
around the back yard
flinging blood all over
like our neighbors did
for a laugh.
She'd plunk the chicken
into hot water
and let it set there
for an hour
to soften the feathers
so she could easily pluck them.
Categories:
chicken run, history, life, people,
Form: Free verse