By the shore, with effortless strokes, he paddled.
On the bank, a pasture with holstein cattle -
Sitting there, up high on the wooden seat, he
lazily dabbled.
Softly crept the coyote, prepped for battle.
Warmed by sun, a little one lagged to tackle
dandelions, all nestled in the clover,
grazing and addled.
Overhead, a mockingbird spied the rabble,
saw the calf who from the herd had now straggled.
Shrieking then, she dived at the rascal, oh so
noisily tattled.
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Haven't tried a sapphic stanza before - pretty picky placement of feet
in a 4-line stanza. Not sure this hits very well, but as always, try
and try again!
Trochee, trochee, dactyl, trochee, trochee (3x)
Dactyl, trochee
Categories:
holstein, animal, nature,
Form: Sapphic stanza
A holstein was feeling forlorn
from waking alone every morn;
With udders fantastic
Of silicone plastic,
She’s grabbing the bulls by the horn.
Categories:
holstein, silly,
Form: Limerick
( A COLLABORATION BY ROBERT JAMES LIGUORI AND NATASHA L SCRAGG )
Seeking meaning, I went on an adventure,
Deep in the forest looking for answers.
Pine cones, butterflies and lots of twigs,
Need I seek reasoning in all of this?
After so long, I came upon a little bridge,
That seemed to be in the middle of nowhere.
But that didn't need my best guess,
As there was a sign, " MIDDLE OF NOWHERE "
Centered in the bridge was a black and white squirrel,
With colours arranged like a Holstein cow.
With all this craziness, encountering me,
I needed my wisdom, I needed it now!
So I asked this little squirrel,
What is the worlds destiny?
He faced himself squarely at me,
He spoke responding happily...
" Please, perch yourself on this
Branch of my groovy tree.
Don't get distracted.
Listen carefully...
Destiny is not a mere
Turn of phrase.
It's made up by all
And how they choose to use their days.
Destiny is tomorrow
Determined by today.
It's made up in practice
Not by what people say.
So. Observe the world around you.
How do people act?
The Worlds destiny is determined
By the world - and that's a fact! "
Categories:
holstein, destiny,
Form: Rhyme
Seeking meaning, I went on an adventure,
Deep in the forest looking for answers.
Pine cones, butterflies and lots of twigs,
Need I seek reasoning in all of this?
After so long, I came upon a little bridge,
That seemed to be in the middle of nowhere.
But that didn't need to be my best guess,
As there was a sign, "MIDDLE OF NOWHERE".
Centered in the bridge was a black and white squirrel,
With colors arranged like a Holstein cow.
With all this craziness, encountering me,
I needed my wisdom, I needed it now!
I asked the little squirrel,
What is the world's destiny?
He faced himself squarely at me,
And spoke responding happily...
"Please, perch yourself on this
Branch of my groovy tree.
Don't get distracted.
Listen carefully...
Destiny is not a mere
Turn of phrase.
It's made up by all
And how they choose to use their days.
Destiny is tomorrow
Determined by today.
It's made up in practice
Not by what people say.
So. Observe the World around you.
How do people act?
The World's destiny is determined
By the World - and that's a fact!"
19-September-2021
Categories:
holstein, angel,
Form: Rhyme
Reason For Raising and Praising a Razon
we should be praising
perfect reason for raising
a dried up raisin
bitten by beagle
raisin was head on needle
have been broken hearts
puzzles always have their parts
horses forgot carts
Prime rib left overs were great
with leftover mashed potatoes
and creamed peas with carrots.
Marry Magnificent Christmas
Mary may have heard
after each word had occurred
Trump we know is nerd
may have missed the boat
more time do have to devote
had stopped in Shallotte
what if I really had known
that it had been caste in stone
my skills I would hone
always enchanting
peas and carrots planting
ended up recanting
barely could hear tone
had hardly heard baritone
at had caste a stone
cast was a big blast
under ware showed at half mast
by him we went past
Gave Vaccine to a Holstein
had been awful mean
he created quite a scene
with his ruptured spleen
Promising production
Nash needs no introduction
full of rambunction
trump drank a litre
on brink started to teeter
to wind a two sheeter
I am sure this is all that
you can stand by now.
Jim Horn
Categories:
holstein, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
ANOTHER POETRY SOUP 12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS
On the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me
a squirrel in a sycamore tree
On the second day of Christmas my true love sent to me
two puppy dogs (repeat each preceding line)
On the third day of Christmas my true love sent to me
three pit bulls (etc)
On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me
four basset hounds (etc)
On the fifth day of Christmas my true love sent to me
five tiny birds (etc)
On the sixth day of Christmas my true love sen to me
six pairs of mittens (etc)
On the seventh day of Christmas my true love sent to me
seven fluffy kittens (etc)
On the eighth day of Christmas my true love sent to me
eight donkeys braying (etc)
On the ninth day of Christmas my true love sent to me
nine bunnies hopping (etc)
On the tenth day of Christmas my true love sent to me
ten snakes a-crawling (etc)
On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love sent to me
eleven mustangs running (etc)
On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love sent to me
twelve Holstein cows
Curtis Moorman
9 December 2018
Categories:
holstein, fun, silly,
Form: I do not know?
4 a.m. fog rich on fields tranquil.
Holstein milk slaps the bucket by hand.
White reports parking-lot cars with lights on.
Calls home to mom every Tuesday.
Young love is as white as is baby’s first smile,
And slow napping with kitties’ purr on the pillow.
White says excuse me, thank you, God bless you,
And love you, when leaving.
Two drunks wrapped under one blanket,
One bridge, one empty same night.
Wet, smooth cheeks, mild lemon grass.
White willow’s wonder, spider web dew.
The feel of raw rice slipping through fingers.
White wiffles on the hill.
Cooked spaghetti, no sauce, tastes white.
White holds dreams for you when faith fails,
Splatted with mud and mired muck.
White sandy beaches, a drifty summer day.
January days locked in ice.
Foster parents cooking for once abused girls,
Chicken and rice with low-fat gravy and broccoli.
Categories:
holstein, color,
Form: Free verse
Going through its ambiance, (on) with open thoughts,
Past scenes so serene, and picturesque (in situ passed).
A house, its windows just ajar to the tactile winsome breeze
That taste of zest & adventure infused; with distilled memory’s,
And (sensed) delights unmet “as yet”.the wend of life so rich,
surrounds my mind & senses like the abundant shining light.
That upon the varied tableaux glow, before falls the lilac scented night.
Through all the turvy ways, and livelong day,
I’ll count the picket fences, as I travel or Stop to gaze.
I look out onto the pastureland that runs between the towns,
Observing rolling verdant turf, and cattle with thoughtful frowns.
The Holstein herds and Jersey cows, with Friesians ’mooing low’,
Character houses stand on hillocks; a horse & buggy moving slow.
There are tended lawns with a velvet like pile,
that have entered my awareness, these pleasant miles,
And on the horizon moving; (waits) that shimmering rippling run.
Of a blue & ribboning shoreline where pleasure necessitates fun.
There wind can like a lion roar, or call like turtle doves
With New Jersey soul superimposing the whole in the USA that I love!...
©Joe Maverick 1-6-2011Copyright)
Categories:
holstein, adventure,
Form: Rhyme
Although I was born and raised among German aristocracy,
I feel I have blended rather well with Russian nobility.
My name changed when I converted to Russian Orthodoxy.
I am now called Catherine. I was once known as Sophie.
Despite my mother being banished from the country,
Tsarina Elizabeth looks quite favorably upon me.
However, one major item exists where I must disagree.
Duke Peter of Holstein-Gottorp is matched up with me.
Since his aunt Tsarina Elizabeth called him to court,
he has been consistent with each unwitting retort.
This buffoon has alienated many as we have few friends.
Unfortunately, he will become tsar when Elizabeth’s life ends.
He is obnoxious, overbearing, and possesses the dullest mind.
Peter can only become a tsar of the worst kind.
Besides, he is ugly with all those scars from smallpox.
He has them on his face, arms, legs, and even his buttocks.
Peter is supposed to be the sovereign of the Russians.
However, he surrounds himself with Holsteins and Prussians.
I should dispose of this menace. There has to be a way.
I must rule Russia alone as a tsarina one day.
Catherine II (aka Catherine the Great) ruled Russia from 1762 to 1796.
Categories:
holstein, history
Form: Rhyme
I had a friend once,
As cute as could be.
I had a friend once,
Who fell in love with me.
We laughed and played for days on end.
The news made me sway,
As our love started to shred.
He was leaving for good.
My heart felt so lost.
He bought me a gift,
And said all was well,
Our love was for naught.
Kissing my cheek, he turned and left.
Tears filled my eyes,
Then suddenly stopped.
Reading the card,
I couldn't help but smile.
Above his name read,
"There's no good-byes if one plans to return."
I wait for the day I can see his face,
So I can finally say goodbye,
And welcome an old friend home.
-This poem is dedicated to Matthew Holstein, the first man I felt so strongly about and first
experienced heart break with. I haven't seen him again since the day he walked away from
me. I've fully moved on from that pain but I sometimes find myself wondering what he's up
to these days, five years later.
Categories:
holstein, angst, childhood, forgiveness, friendship,
Form: Free verse