Cows Poems

Blue Cows

Blue Cow 
Filtered through 
Clouds above endure 
Blue Cows
Mind wonderers 
With no specific reasoning 
Blue grass endeavors 
Travel on crisp green grass bare-foot 
Blue berries all around 
Imaginary your own world 
Blue cows everywhere 
Painting blue outside the box 
Poetry written your way  
Write your own crazy story 
Potential unfolds freely  
Grow your

All Talk, No Action

They are now but cash cows
(a trough in which to quaff)
for the many attendees
who sit on long-winded
Government-funded investigation committees
no one around to hear the sound
(of what falls in the woods)
while their coffers swelled
for all the papers printed on the ecology
more than several trees were felled
the fracking drilling boring too
(found underground)
wastes water in copious quantities
releases greenhouse

How Now Slough

Although
it’s a hard row to hoe
a rough furrow to harrow
and a tough trench to plough
there’s many a meadow to mow
I hereby avow
and tho' it may be news to you
farmers have the need
to sow their seeds
where milkmaids milk the cows
swineherds feed their sows
and shepherds have their pie
and eat it too
in Slough now

My Rose Garden

My Rose Garden was devoured by a cow that thought it was a bull.
The farmer and his wife pleaded with the cow to go back to the field.
But it refused by stomping and grunting.
Now what remains is a baren field, and a broken fence.

With not much to eat in the garden but rose thorns, the

Moon and Cows

I see you through the purple flowers. 
Heart churning in your chest. 
Sitting cross legged, pumped with powers.
Crowning chastity through your crest.

Wildflowers hear your song, for it is their song too. 
The bumblebee lies atop your head, buzzing with the tune. 
Cows grazing in the field below begin to sway and moo. 
Red and orange

do cows like mints?

they do
and sheep possess concentration levels
that allow them to watch television
which is extraordinary
and so is broccoli 

i like polo mints
my daughter calls them doughnut mints
her favourite book is called 'stop that cow'
which involves a 357 mag with an 8-inch barrel

a pig in a forty-nine dollar wig 
the agitated cow asks, "you wouldn't happen to have
a

Till the Cows Come Home

It seems an eternity, waiting 
for the cows to come home. 
They never will, and so why 
do I wait so long to take a hard look at myself?
Mirrored reflections caught in the bourbon glass,  
fractured and foggy.

We drank more than our share last night,  
and my memory fell down the stairs, 

milking cows

milking cows

This is an easy day
I wrote something this morning
it is hard 
to make sentences flow 
softly, like the narrow river 
where I sat transfixed for hours
doing absolutely nothing 
I saw a baby trout looking at me
swim away, it had other 
things on the mind
perhaps a juicy worm
A holler from the farm
go get the cows home they
 need milking

Greener on the Other Side of the Fence

He wears thick gloves when he strings the barbed wire,
fashioning a thorny fence from prickly metal spines,
reminding me that cattle like to know the boundaries,
the edges of a pasture, clever green grass hesitating
on the borders of a place meant for those heavy bodies,
warm and mellow like the faded flowers breathing silently,
hesitating on the promises of

Cowpoke

Cowpoke
by Michael R. Burch, circa age 16

Sleep, old man...
your day has long since passed.
The endless plains,
cool midnight rains
and changeless ragged cows
alone remain
of what once was.

You cannot know
just how the Change
will rape the windswept plains
that you so loved...
and so sleep now,
O yes, sleep now...
before you see just how
the Change will come.

Sleep, old man...
your dreams are not

cows and ants

When a class is boring, the air can feel close and rebreathed - not a comfortable feeling for a COVID child. When the class is finally over, it’s like you’ve escaped something.

Did you know an hour has 60 minutes because ancient Babylonians used a seximal system? (base six). 

The class I was in was small,

Cows Line Up

What do cows do?
Munch munch grass and moo,
Watch horizons long and blue,
Listen in to insects humming,
Splat fat cow-pats on the dirt.

Cows walk to the dairy in a crowd:
To and fro, to and fro,
Their udders swinging as they go.

They line up for the metal calves
With sucking tubes all disinfected,
Yet cows still seem to sleep contented.

CATS MEOW DOGS BOW-WOW COWS MOO-

She was the cat’s meow
But yet she cried bow-wow
Bow-wow-meow is the place I drink milk moo-moo 
Not mine skirt apparel I’m the ballerina in the tutu
Whom am I to cry out, when in my throat I shout NOW



11/17/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©

Cows

COWS
Big pregnant
Grazing eating birthing
Pasture farm barn field
Mating fighting impregnating
Big horns
BULL

Bulldozer Cleaning Up After Cows

super
duper

pooper
scooper

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