Long Cockerel Poems

Bird Brains

Mr Fox wore padded socks to creep up on some chickens
The chickens had CCTV and weren't such easy pickings
He snuck up to the coop and took a peek in through the hatch
The cockerel slammed...

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[In the spirit of ‘Old Macdonald’, I envisage a class
full of kids filling the space between stanzas with
moo’s, quacks and dings etc as appropriate. Of course
if you’re in charge of a room full of kids......

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I don't know why a story should start with a boy hanging himself cause he was giving freedom to see life & have a kiss with his lips! 
Then, the pages moved on and on...

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Remember me my
friends,
when the trees bask
with delights
when the waves whack
the rock
when the fair
weather whispers.
Then know am close
 and I need a touch

Remember me my foe
The stainless
pathway of our duel
the ravaging rift of
our skin
the cries of...

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Skirting church on Puig de Missa,
then down the slope towards the river,
St Eularia's Rui, with path that winds on to the sea.
Past the smelly goats, where poking little
fingers get nibbled, and goat-dribbled
through the fence. 

Billy...

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MY AFRICA
 
A dusty street, commuters meet
A taxi crowded, a route decided
Street vendors sell, plastic from China
Fresh fruit, dead meat, flies from hell
A cellphone rings, a message pings
Africa, my Africa, I know so well
 
Populations...

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(Out of Eden: Act V)

Have you heard the sound of hooves go….. ‘clippety clippety, clop’?
That is the sound that the Pale Horse makes, when down on Earth to shop.
That Reaper mean, the one called ‘Grim’,
Takes...

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Strips of pale silken scarf
On the soft crimson light
Spreading from land to sea
After the blackness of night
Amid sighing moonstone of seeded saturn
A crow is crowing to break up the pattern.

Kanya Kumari high monarch’s maid
High colour...

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start
The morning sun hidden behind dark clouds
Everything below covered like a shroud
The air is humid, strong winds blowing from the west
These ominous signs put everyone’s nerves to test.

Streaks of lightening flashed across the sky
Sounds of...

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Early morning  wakens  and  as the cockerel starts to crow,
Mr fox starts his  hunting 
 and toward the coup he goes,
Peeking through the door way and thinking of his fun,
 face...

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they had piled up tinder wood and firecrackers
under the cauldron ready for the feast as they
shelled out wisdom and claimed justice
after all humanity was at stake
and doomsayers were to be pleased
camouflaged for everyone was weary
of...

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More, more? What else may she desire:
a whole garden shelters her in heaven?
The sun bathing her petals is the holy fire,
a cockerel is not her awakening warden 
but a chorus of angels playing flute and...

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No Pictures Taken 
I see the pictures sent to me on my Facebook page of places
 I have not seen yet in countries I have been to as a seaman
 who join the sea out...

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When I was in Bangkok 
Drinking a can Coke 
While the Cock 
Crowing loudly 
,"Cock -  ricok" 

It reminded me about Peter 
When he  denied  Jesus Christ 
After  the Cockrooster 
Crowing  three times 
" Cock...

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He walked amid the woodlands muted morn.
The scents of earth were wafting on the breeze.
For dawn had moistened yet another day.
And silence dripped beneath the autumn trees.

A rustle in dry leaves, he caught a glimpse.
His...

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THE WIFE
The fog smoking to the skies
Architecting more grey clouds
The ticking hands of the clock
Day getting old for more sunrays
With the luggage, I slam the door behind

Praying for traffic to fold up
Ugly devils working round...

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A September call-up, pennant race;
Colossal bat and fresh young face.
Believed the hype and promised much
But found a pitch he couldn’t touch.

Fast tracked by coaches for greater good,
From age of nine he swung sweet wood.
Each level...

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Like a spider you drew me into your web
Cocooning me within your silver threads
Words, pretty words
I was totally taken in
Wrapping me up in silk ribbons, 
like a party gift.
One for you to open at your...

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Great dark sky weilding stars
Clouds of light cast blankets
Heaven’s wild midnight brushstroke
Upon the Earth Man lays content
Eye’s wide pools staring
A gaze of ancient mortal questions

He let them free 
Thought caged Butterflies
Dance amongst Comet pathways
Fledgling mind...

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Post coitum omne animal triste est, 

             sive gallus et mulier*

 

Yes, no cockerel who rules the cackling roost

   Will stomach...

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Shorter than a candles curtsy, lower than its holders brim,
Half a glass holds no full measure
So ever seems the future dim.'
Dim before the light is gathered; from the folds & fields of dawn
Where no cockerel...

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Economic eradication and the clan of chaos is a detrimental dance in a mildly overlooked field. Cackling over tables at the decreasing fortunes of the unfortunate. Buttons of gold versus plastic imitation. Implementation of scorn....

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When his father-in-law got him
into the poultry biz in Rhode Island

Joe had not fully contemplated that
first day to market when he 

when he failed to truss and bag the birds 
properly, a holy-moly cock-up so

when...

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Brushed with the languorous strokes of sunset
  The landscape touched by a sinewy fire,
Breathing beneath the purple haze sky
  As electrical dusk tugs molecular wire.

Bats from the caverns jerk black on thermals,
 ...

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A hot sweltering sticky humid evening
Heat clings and hangs in the stagnant air
Almost too hot and stifling to bear
Floods of silver wet ovaline beads
Perspire and exude from every opened pore
Trickle and slide in small ravines
Skin...

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