Categories:
cock, 3rd grade, bird, cute,
Form: Footle
"Politicians are a lot like diapers. They should be changed frequently, and for the same reasons." Mark Twain . (For some reason bizarre this is my favourite quote ever)
Trump is now POTUS
'electoral dysfunction'
stormy days ahead!
Categories:
cock, political,
Form: Senryu
The cock also sweat
Sweating beneath the undaunted hair
Though unseen, untethered
Unnoticed yet vulnerable.
The male lion also weep
Weeping gently and silently
With insignificant traces
Though galloping and parading
In confidence which left creatures
Marvelled and tender.
The virile also feels
They also go through pains
Pains seen and unseen
Though eye catching faces
And beautiful faces are worn over
Should the Bull go begging when in awe of death?
Should the mighty cry ?
Should the Cheetah crawl ?
Should the Tiger be afraid?
In street, the virile is left alone
Detached, chastened and stranded
Moving to and fro
But no place to call home.
Even when he wants to be known
And cherished, he is deprived.
Should humanity be switched?
Even when switched, will he be known ?
Will he be recognized?
Or will he be appreciated?
He is all alone
Longing to overcome
Though no hope of winning
But hanging on till the driver arrives
And all is left behind.
Categories:
cock, 1st grade, africa, allegory,
Form: Free verse
Too late Cock, too late, dawn missed.
Your 'cock-a-doddle do' laments in the mist!
For your alarm is set too late to matter,
Too late, to make selfish greed smash and shatter.
In days gone by, humankind once believed,
That common good by proxy could be achieved.
To stop climate change with a united stand.
To end the endless wars that hate fanned.
But when the day dawns it's all for one,
Not one for all that we could become.
The tragedy of the commons always has its sway
And real hope of for change is swept away.
For we always delay what we need to do,
Until its too late, or almost too late to.
Categories:
cock, environment, hope, international,
Form: Sonnet
New Yam
Death brings life
New, tender and green
Earth brown, immaculate white
The priest heralds her coming
The town crier drums it
The farmer dances to the market
It's time to celebrate
Let loose the masquerades
Celestial visitors from yonder
Let the melody of the odó
Echo the birth of the new yam
Like the birth of a newborn
The drums are rolled out
The market is flooded
With news of its coming
The homestead salivates
The streets jubilate
Vegetables will bleed today
The fattened cock will crow no more
The slumber of the pestle is over
For what is in the yam that the knife doesn't know
The noise of pounding
Will keep the neighbours awake
Iyán funfun báláwú is on the menu today
From: Echoes from the Savannah © Makinde Adebayo Adeniyi, 2024
Categories:
cock, africa, culture,
Form: Free verse
I awakened from the bed suddenly,
It was a hot summer night, I was disturbed by kur, kur sounds highly, I tried to sleep again, right,
But I couldn't do it really,
And I searched the sound, where did it come from simply?, Atlast, a wall cock was found,
Which lived in a locked almirah, I kept a naphthalene ball in it, I never heard the sound again, harrah, And slept the night like a socklet.
Categories:
cock, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme
New farmer whose first name is Guy
Confesses he's using AI
His cows are sans bulls
But for lassies he pulls
He uses his todger - AYE AYE!
Categories:
cock, farm, humorous,
Form: Limerick
My cock as big as a rock.
Sometimes it clucks and sometimes it bucks.
But sometimes it starts to cream.
I live on a farm and I mean no harm.
But sometimes they do scream.
Categories:
cock, bird, body, truth,
Form: Free verse
You have heard of the cock of the walk?
I crow in a lovely way, I never do squawk.
I am better than that, I am the cock of the run.
I am the best of the best, and all kinds of fun.
My feathers are gorgeous, I am handsome you see.
There might not be any other fowl close to as pretty as me.
I strut with my proudness all the way down my feathers and feet.
I am the cock of the run; my proud arrogance can never be beat!
Categories:
cock, animal,
Form: Rhyme
Life’s not all fun and games, no sir -
even war games under the waxing sun.
Cock-a-doodle-doo day after day
as the ground gives way to waves.
And we wave goodbye, have another cry,
blame the other guy, don’t even try
to figure out the way to God’s heart.
After all, your god, is a god of war.
Whatever side you’re on, you figure
he’s on your side too. Zap that chap,
have no mercy. The nails had no mercy.
The thorns had no mercy. Christ’s blood
soaked the soil. We till and toil,
we live, we die - day after day.
Categories:
cock, war,
Form: Verse
“cock burn’s”
my ship has kissed the lips
of the mighty Mississip
to port to abort
my righted lefts
except accepting
tooth’s toothpicked
ship shape
built in a
bottle
of
porto
Categories:
cock, color,
Form: Free verse
"cock and bull"
just another one of THOSE stories
Categories:
cock, color,
Form: Monoku
when weapon will cock
shoot people after in place lock
was a complete shock
when he shot a deer
he had been brave with no fear
was a pioneer
what will be our trait
is when we investigate
had to educate
when words did distort
mission early would abort
ended up in court
My Horn Haiku 5-7-5
Which will rhymn.
Categories:
cock, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
It's cock; it's coffee
It's not your cup
It's hard to swallow
It's kept you up
You cough; you turn
You wonder why
You've just been burned
and haven't die
You sip; you swallow
You say; I'm me
And then you wallow
prepped and snee
To see I'm me
and less for hallow
And dirty, dumb
and not to allow
So see me off
Please do my dear
But remember bye
means 3 guys seer
To hold you in
a passion's rate
of paid for now
despite your hate
And you will come
to me again
Not one day soon
but lost and then
I will take you
to a cause
That coffee made
is YOU and CRAWS!
Categories:
cock, appreciation,
Form: Quatrain
Harry Balls is living well
He's preaching what he knows
He isn't very smart that way
but what he does is grows
To tell himself he moves to learn
and tries to get away
With telling people he is smart
and loving all his way
To say he's had a harder time
and never stopped to rest
While leaving out his very thoughts
of how he likes to test
And sees the water as half full
and never to the top
When others say he's not that smart
and water tends to drop
And won't tell Harry he's not right
for telling others things
When he himself has left to feel
what others questions springs
Categories:
cock, sexy,
Form: Quatrain
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