Long Cattle Poems
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It’s only a Guinea pig, people eat them,
the cattle don’t complain.
Peruvian mountain folk do not have to starve,
there’s no dearth.
Many are bred for their special coats of course:
the Slinky, the Peruvian, the Abyssinian,
the American; the American
is good with other guinea pigs -
good to know.
This one must be a mutt,
it always reminded me of Elvis in his fat period,
and now it has inoperable guinea pig cancer.
When my son gets back from school
I will help him bury it in the garden
next to the cat and hamster plot.
I have a little burlap bag to put him in,
it used to hold peanuts
I think Elvis would like that.
A Piece of Cowboy Fun
I know that once the West was wild
This I learned when still a child
The matinee on Saturday was the best
To see the cowboys clean up the west
My favourite was the man in the mask
‘Who was that masked man?’ I hear some ask
None other than the brave ‘Lone Ranger’
Who rescued all who were in danger
With Tonto who was his very best pal
And always there was a glamorous gal
There was Roy Rogers and trigger too
Cisco and Pancho, to name a few
Hopalong Cassidy, Tarzan and Jane (oops they slipped in)
And who can forget ‘Big John Wayne’
After the flick we came charging out
Galloping our horses and mucking about
Holding up buses with pretend guns
Hounding poor dogs for cattle runs
These days of innocent fun are gone
But in my mind they still live on.
O dear
"I fall in your love" they say
But I do not know what love is!
I am walking lonely but it seems-
I am breaking down; rust touches my bone,
thirst touches my throat; my speech is not broad,
gaudy frolic touches my eye-hole with water-less pool,
my smoking spreads smoke as hurt stoic!
Really I do not know what love is !
Please dear tell me-what is love?
Here; look-
rain is flooding the street of my walking,
birds are singing and flying hither to thither,
flowers are blooming with exquisite colors and fragrances,
bees are hoarding honey and ants are busy for future,
cattle are grazing; plaguing field and coming back at dawn,
peasants are happy with their new crops,
Temple, Church, Pagoda and Mosque are lighting with evening praying,
sun is rising and setting down, Moon is spreading light,
day has come and it let the night come,
summer has come and it let the rainy come,
rainy has come and it let the winter come,
winter has come and it let the autumn come,
autumn has come and it let the spring come,
natures are rejuvenating in every spring.
But look O' dear - in these I do not find any pleasures!
They say – “I fall in your love!”
It seems impossible to live without any pleasure!
O' dear-
please tell me- what is love?
I do not know the love!
-July 23, 2018 Chattogram
A GROUP OF AMERICAN AND MEXICAN AND EASTERN EUROPEAN RASSLING ORGANIZATION OWNERS MEET A GROUP OF OPPOSING RASSLING ORGANIZATION OWNERS FROM
SOUTH AMERICA, NORTH AMERICA, RUSSIA, EYGYPT, AUSTRIALLA, GERMANY AND CHINA, AND AFRICAIN COMPANIES WERE REPRESENTED BY A
WEALTHGY AVOCATE FROM NORTHERN AFRICA.
THEY MEET IN CANAD, TO DISCUSS THE CURRENT CONDITION OF WRESTLING.
THEY WANTED TO GET INVOLED WITH THE MODERN TECHINEQUIES OF ENTERTAINMENT TYPE RASSLIN. THEY HIRED TWO FIRMS TO RESEARCH THE CREATION OF AN ALLIANCE THAT RECOGNIZE ON WORLD CHAMPION, AND TWO WORLD TAGTEAM CHAMPIONS. THEY WANTED RECOGNITION FROM, THE RASSLIN WORLD, THE AMATUER RASSLIN WORLD,THE BOXING WORLD, THE SOCCER WORLD, AND JUDO, CATTLE RANCHERS, RODEO, AND FOOTBALL, AND BASEBALL.
THEY WANTED THESE SPORTS TO RECOGNIZE THE ALLIANCE BETWEEN THESE PEOPLE. AND THE RECOGNITION OF THEIR CHAMPIONS.THE COMPANY WOULD BE HEAD QUARTERED IN CANAD, AND AMERICA AND RUSSIA AND CHINA, AND IN BRAZIL. THEY WOULD CREATE A RECOGNIZABLE PRODUCT THAT WOULD SET THE STANDARDS FOR HOW, TECHNIQUIE RASLIN WOULD BRING ARTFUL AND SKILLFUL TYPE OF RASSLIN BACK TO THE FORFRONT OF WRESTLING.
THEY HAD ORDINARY PEOPLE FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD TO BUY STOCKS, FROM THEY MAIN COMPANY, AND THEY WOULD SEND RASSLER FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD INTO TOWNS, GIVING OUT DISOCOUT COUPONS TO FILL
THE AREANAS.
IT WORKED. THEY FOUND WAYS, TO HAVE CONTEST, THAT PAIDED LARGE PURSES, BUT REQUIRE ALOT OF PEOPLE AND A LARGE RALLY PRICE.
THEY MADE MONEY BUY SELLING EXSPENSIVE TICKETS AND GIVING OUT SMALLER PRIZES. IT WORKED. IT WAS BETTER THAN THE LOTTERY.
Over time in the history of a people their recollections tend to become a little fuzzy…their memories a little blurred…which is why when we teach history every story must be heard.
What if you are happy and peacefully living in your country…then one day you’re rounded up like cattle….put upon a ship sent across the ocean and sold on a block like chattle?
What if you had no choice…no chance to agree or disagree?
What if your wife, your children…your entire family was sold off…separately?
What if you were made to work in households…on plantations…now called a slave?
What if there was a good chance this plantation would one day be your grave?
What if those who ‘owned’ you kept you chained, restrained…confined?
What if you were whipped and beaten if you dared to speak your mind?
What if one day you were ‘freed’ and you thought a new life you’d begin
only to be mistreated and abused because of the color of your skin?
What if the way you were treated befuddled and confused you?
What if they erected statues to to the very people who abused you?
What if the schools who teach our children decided as a general rule….
that these stores…your history…should not be taught in school?
Because anyone who looks at your history…has no choice but to abhor it…
But there are people who..instead of discussing what occurred…choose rather to ignore it.
But you know if all lives truly matter you must be brave…you must be bold…and these stories no matter how horrific they are to hear…these stories must be told.
They must be taught and discussed in homes and schools…for isn’t it absurd…to think we could evolve as humans…as a people…without these stories being heard.
A sword of the heavens did glean
From railings and arbors
of dead thorn and bramble,
where ghostly reminders remain
Fall droplets of blood ‘pon
a crimson embroider
left carelessly out in the rain
Our story begins
in a deep mountain valley,
a village so peaceful and free
When one day the darkness
did unsheathe its horror
with metal and death you will see
The army of Satan,
a wicked battalion,
Hell’s fire their sabers were forged
Dark Skeletal visions
in leather and armor
the depths of the earth had been gorged
With razor sharp weapons,
they slashed and delivered
such pain which had never been found
Through echoes of pleading
and lives quickly ending
in puddles, thick red on the ground
While women and children
were herded like cattle
in mass to the edge of the square
With onyx eyes leering,
midst snickers and cackles,
their captors insanely did stare
When on the horizon
a light brightly shining,
engulfing this nightmarish scene
A porcelain stallion,
its rider a shadow,
a sword of the heavens did glean
From steel hard as granite,
angelic depictions,
a handle of pure solid gold
Once heard in a fable,
when wizards were roaming
such power, the stories foretold
As swift as an arrow
he entered the village,
his steed all at one with the game
With blade silver glistened,
like lightning bolts flashing,
igniting a righteous born flame
Spinning and thrusting
as if a tornado,
a blur now incensed of the glow
With whirlwind fury
and dust clouded thunder,
he dealt them a terrible blow
The evil fueled army,
beheaded and fallen,
the villagers shouted and cheered
When to their amazement,
this heroic savior
as quick as he’d come, disappeared
So there is the story,
a sword made in heaven
is now part of history’s reign
Along with the rider
who wielded its honor,
and hopes he will come back again
9/13/18
Written for the UNSHEATH YOUR SWORD Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Lawless
Slowly the leaves turn to different browns
bright chestnut, mahogany and walnut
each glistening with the dew of daybreak
a few starting to fall, spinning round and round
A chill wind blows in from the north
hoar frost hanging, sparkling fingers
ice underfoot makes it treacherous
and still the colours keep changing
Hot sultry sinful summer days
wafting scents tantalising noses
colourful splashes through the bed
crops growing, swelling ears of corn
Farmers hard at work bringing in the harvest
fodder for the cattle and wheat for our bread
a most bounteous feast is spread before us
put aside bad feelings and share together
Although Spring is the time of Rebirth
Autumn gives us the harvest of plenty
and so the circle of nature is complete
after autumn leaves comes a time to sleep
Now the lands lie farrow, resting and waiting
soon the snows of winter coating the land
the seeds lay sleeping waiting for spring
all this, mother nature freely gives to us
Cats-dogs fight - is a common sight,
Each thinks: fighting is their birthright;
As though each exhibits their might,
Or trust in the code: might is right;
Fight is canine story...
Dogs don't harm cats, in real fact,
They throw a sound that seems half-cracked;
Cats maintain their harsh hiss, intact,
In fact, both seem to seal a pact;
Canines have their glory...
Predator dogs feel merriment,
Fleshy cats, to experiment;
Dogs stare, for cats, is worriment,
In them, is hidden, dark cerement;
Doesn't it seem gory...?
Who is great, truly, who is small?
In the house, where they, often, loll;
This query when grows very tall,
The killer instinct, in them, crawl;
This story is hoary...
When it is not tittle-tattle,
When it comes to real battle;
When both, in annoyance, rattle;
Both turn stronger than tough cattle;
Story turns vainglory...
23 March 2022
Wake up teachers
You cannot hide forever
School should not be a cultural battle among teachers
Religion should not be used to rattle our aim!
New and Older teachers do not give yourselves
To those who want to treat you like cattle!
Some possess a mind like a machine
Reject the tricks and the clicks in the staffroom
The greed in their hearts will bleed their
Purpose in the wrong direction!
There are so many male and female witches in the staffroom
Often referred to as female dogs as they try to stitch up
The mouths of others because they want to talk and
Walk in a laughter of deceit—we must defeat their misguided notion!
Wake up new and older teachers
Look at all the students
You sent in the wrong way
Because of your cultural ambition!
Change your mind and change your direction
So that you can have a work and not a job!
Wake up teachers
You cannot hide forever but
For those who hide behind the principal
These words are strictly for you
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The Creator designed some mighty ridiculous looking creatures.
Among them are the kangaroos with some very curious features!
One of them is its massive tail that balances its pear-shaped frame.
But I suppose 'tis that ponderous pouch that really gives it fame!
With its hind legs it kicks like a mule much like that of rabbits.
(Oft I've pondered - does it exhibit the rabbits's prolific habits?)
Kangaroos don't pollute the atmosphere due to its virtual absence,
(Unlike that well-known curse of cattle) of bloated bowels of flatulence!
Little joeys lounge about in the pouch like an extra piece of luggage.
(I assume should she be blessed with triplets there'd be ample storage!)
Down Under is famous for its G'days, boomerangs and Steve Irwin's zoos,
But we're probably more familiar with those ungainly, cantankerous kangaroos!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 7 in Nikko's "Yay for "K" Contest - October 2010