Two defining features
set man apart from sheep
And every other creature
that fly or swim or creep
Have you ever seen an animal
that daily cooks its chow
Humans are the only ones
be it vegies chooks or cow
A magpie with a microwave
that really is a laugh
To eat a roasted worm or two
not ever cut in half
And what is the outcome
of all this processed junk
The plastic fills the oceans
and the land is full of gunk
Sickest of them all
is the man who makes the mess
Disregarding all the species
he couldn't care much less
Is extinction on the cards
for all that does exist
Try hard to treat the world with love
don't be a pessimist
The chooks in the morning,
Up as early as the sun,
For a full day of eating, exploring,
A full day of fun,
The cow is loudly mooing,
As the sun shines through the blinds,
Her calves' cute frolicking,
Fills everyone's minds,
The ducks loud quacking,
As they rush out of their shed,
But one stays behind,
With her eggs on her bed,
The guinea pigs hiding,
As he gets his morning food,
Come back in three hours,
and it will all be chewed,
The gardens slowly growing,
As all the plants thrive,
The bees happily pollinate,
It's produce keeps us alive,
Our farm continues to flourish,
And grow, and grow, and grow,
The progress is beautiful,
Even if it's slow.
As I sat on the plane, flying through the sky
I knew there would be heartache, but I didn't question why
Together Mike and me, had made this choice
To bring home 3 kids, we obeyed an inner voice
We took this option, though we were rather old
We brought them home, so their story could unfold
We knew it wouldn't be easy, with each damaged little heart
It certainly wasn't breezy, but it was a chance to restart
We gave them freedom and we gave them rules
We gave them love and taught not to be fools
we showed them love of nature, let them dance in the rain
In the hope that it would heal all the damage and the pain
We gave them compassion and we fed them well
Fresh food from the garden, good health they could smell
They learned to care for animals, ducks and chooks
How to milk a cow and a love of reading books
We encouraged being artistic and taught them to be kind
we gave the chance to mend their battered little mind
I'm so proud of these babies as 8 years have gone by
Though I'm often tired and cranky, I still don't question why
if you had a chook inside,
it’s sure to make a mess,
If you had a chook inside,
never call it Ness,
for if you call a chook that name,
the mess would be double,
a chook called Ness is terrible,
cause it always makes trouble,
if you have a chook inside,
you ought to call it Vanessa,
all chooks by that name,
the mess they make is lessa.
Last Saturday, my husband and I went for a ride,
To enjoy the sunshine and the countryside.
First, we stopped to eat:
What a treat...
The place we chose was not posh,
You could not find much better nosh.
Homegrown salad greens sold there,
Homemade Pies, excellent fare,
New laid eggs from their chooks
I think Paree is where they get their cooks.
Not a sign of show or glitter,
And you would not need a babysitter,
Children are welcome with open arms,
This place is full of ambience and charm,
It is also a fodder store
And an old Post office and there is much more
To this rustic retreat.
It has history and character,
That would be hard to beat.
Friendly staff, efficient too.
Their priority is looking after you.
All-natural, wholesome and clean,
Somethings today that is seldom seen
A DUCK CALLED OLIVER
‘Twas I a lucky boy that be,
Who lived back in a time?
Of peaceful calm,
Way back then
Suburban farm
Acre of scrub and bush
Outskirts of the city be.
Animals on daily basis so
Time for there to feed
“MOOK” our milking cow to milk,
Chooks “BETTY, PAULA and MAGGIE MAY”
Eggs a collecting every day,
Olde cat “MIDNIGHT” great mouser she is.
And her kittens small
Always there to be given away,
Our faithful dog
Who was christened as a pup “OLE RED”
Really was a one of kind.
But who could ever forget
Our duck called “OLIVER!”
Who came to us at sibling size?
Then grew and grew
Pet of great to have around
Became a watchdog so
Quacking, quacking and more quacking
Whenever or whenever
An intruder round and about
Our homestead home,
But now as I look back,
Memories of a wonderful past
In a time of peaceful calm,
Our suburban farm
You know it’s gone and no longer there,
But who’d ever forget
A duck
That we of the brood
Nicknamed her as “OLIVER!”
Francis Cooper - Mac Copyright 2018
Enthusiasm
pandemonium
erupts when he comes
home from deployment;
soldier on furlough.
Swiftly bum-rushed
by wife and kids,
which took him by
surprise indeed!
His dog, "Chooks,"
joined in, too
Family...
of five
sure missed...
Dad.
Write A Poem About Enthusiasm Poetry Contest (Winner: 2nd Place)
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
Date written: 06/21/2020
The chook house was found in disarray;
eggs were broken in a manic affray,
there were playboys galore;
drunk chooks on the floor -
the police are suspecting foul play.
Anarchy vs Utopia
Anarchy divides the world,
the greedy overtake!
The greedy dross of hell is twirled,
thought nastiness, partakes,
computer connected is the world,
every nation has this quirk,
Facebook, Twitter mindset swirl,
lets vote on how it works,
humanity tires of the constant greed,
lets use the world wide web,
all for every one in need,
the corporations' Dread,
5 billion poor have this need,
a balance of the books,
a smile on every dial the deed,
and don't forget the Chooks (fowls)
Don Johnson SHARE
Some get the talent,
Some get the good looks,
An some buy raffel tickets,
To win frozen chooks.
Some get the good luck,
Some get their true love,
An some get the cards the're delt,
And a soul they can sell.
Others get what's just not enough,
What's a road if the road's not rough,
Others get somewhat, Some what of whatever they may choose,
What to choose?
A pair of shoes,
To smooth the road ahead.
Some they get their fairy tales,
Some may get a yacht to sail,
But what i've got she calls me dad,
With all that love entales.
She hugs me tight,
I'll guard her through the night,
An soon she will be sleeping,
Happy as I am right here in this moment,
Just exceeds whatever's worth dreaming
2 chooks upon a branch,
squalkin sqeekin inhaling ants,
up away from the fox,
singin sweet as goldilox,
brings a tear to mine eye.
good one Russell Sivey, mate....'Two Birds'
some Aussie chickens live up in the trees,
Fox he dont climb so well,
chooks are pleased...
(chook = fowl)
Don
Dirranbandi Aggie
Agnes was a local lady, slight,
who had a different view,
Didn’t trust no lectric light,
might just burn her eyeballs too,
fat lamp a bubbling.
yes she lived in a ole brown house,
built yes for her, by her soldier husband,
2 pommy ladies offered to paint her roof, (english)
Silver frost paint on the iron did land,
Yes McGovern. (old Aubrey, me mate)
So she asked about the walls,
Cheapest was the silver frost,
Shining in the blazing sun,
Knock ya eyeballs flat, the cost,
Burnt eyeball loving?
Sheep head soup, was on the menu,
Eyeballs swimming in the soup,
In the rainwater tanks were a sleeping,
Chooks n rellies, in a group, (relatives)
They was stubborn. (coots)
corrugated igloos held galoots,
eggs sometimes found an lost,
long as the rooster got the boot,
bit fowl if he was crossed,
cook him in the old wood stove oven…
Don Johnson
Old,
Alone,
Crippled,
Husband died, left her side.
Old,
Alone,
Crippled,
Beauty lost, feelings frost.
Old,
Alone,
Crippled,
Jealous looks, stolen chooks.
Old,
Alone,
Crippled,
Illness lurks, Devil’s work.
Old,
Alone,
Crippled,
Unexplained, someone blamed.
Old,
Alone,
Crippled,
House of clay, easy prey.
Old,
Alone,
Crippled,
See her frown, hunt her down.
Old,
Alone,
Crippled,
Pitchfork, fire, bring the squire.
Old,
Alone,
Crippled,
Find his mark, all things dark.
Old,
Alone,
Crippled,
Greatest sin, duck her in.
Old,
Alone,
Crippled,
No more breathes, Devil leaves.
Old,
Alone,
Crippled,
Breathing still, we shall kill.
Old…
Alone…
And crippled…
Watch Meg's batch of Eggs hatch
Come for Morning tea and see
Bring your friends RSVP!
Meg greets her guests at 10 o'clock &
looks at her watch.
"It's time Everybody! The eggs are about
to hatch! A prize for the best guess guest."
One is a huge green one,
Number two is a perfectly round ping-pong'
Three is a tiny rubbery looking egg,
Four look just like a normal Chooks egg,
But behind them a scratching,cracking
sound is heard.
They quickly turn around and ....
Five ,the biggest egg is coming alive,
Grooving and shaking, Rocking and rolling,
Unsure,the children slowly move backwards
holding hands in anticipation.
They've never seen an egg as big as this
before and are not sure what is unfolding!
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