Long Milked Poems
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last year's unplanted
milkweed pods are
weighing happily
not on my chest
of drawers but
my bedside
end table
beginning
to open on
their own even
oddly because the
only something that
might be soil is my must
be dirty bedroom allowing
them to reign and roam free
over dust tumble weeds and
dandelion peasantry both
blowing in a draft's breeze
around my room but the
regality can be milked
out of this weed
and and or but at
some time i think
i saw peripherally
black and orange
as my door hinge
spoke in a creak
that they were
here with me but
when i woke was i
a man dreaming
that i was a butter
fly or a butterfly
dreaming i was
a man
Form:
Owning a barn was one of your wish lists
Reaping a fruit tree is not a work of an altruist.
They said blueberry jams are your favorite
Wonder if you’ll eat them at once: Savor it!
Did you collect eggs from a tired hen?
Did you rip off the sheep’s clothing in a pen?
I wonder what the old cow said when you milked him out.
Life must be exhausting: He wished to pass out.
How could a mule please your self-conceit?
I’ve heard your grown cattle gave you money and a receipt.
What did the turkey do to provide you with a thanksgiving feast?
The neighboring animals grin; they must be on their feet.
Does being a Welsh pig make you feel like a “Babe in the City”?
How could you allow your fierce cats to act like a kitty?
Raising fowls, geese and pheasants is a nice venture.
Should you stop “milking cow” for once: It’s such torture!
(Should parents use their children as an investment?)
We bought a cow at the state fair
and loaded her on the truck
to take her home, but halfway there
we had a stroke of good luck.
We hit a rock, and from the crash
she bounced away down the hill,
she mooed and made an awful splash
in the stream beside the mill.
The water was still awful cold,
the cow already freezing…
resisting as we roped and pulled
her breathing turned to sneezing.
My father said this won’t end well,
he couldn’t have been more wrong.
He thought the cow, we ought to sell
but changed his mind before long.
We took her home, our shook up cow,
unloaded her in the barn.
We thought we’d let her sleep for now
then see to her in the morn’.
The next day, just around sunrise,
the cow already awake.
I milked, and to my great surprise,
I got a frozen milkshake!
05/02/15
Not quite a slave
After war number 2 when the time was hard and
oil was undiscovered, hidden under deep waters
when our town stank of stale fish oil and people
made their booze called “sats” guaranteed
free of constipation for a lifetime.
The Social Welfare Council did not have room for
all children were sent to farms as free labor paid for by the state
The farm I was sent to had two daft women
from the town, one had broken into a military
enemy camp spent days there before being thrown out
naked from the vest down.
The other woman was a tragic case, beaten half
to death by her husband, she went blind and kept
falling every so often, still, she was useful
doing the dishes.
There was a boy too good with the animals milked
five cows at six in the morning cleaned their stall
fed the hay and water.
The boy was there because he had a foul temper
that didn't include the animals, which defended
from people, casual cruelties toward all animal
going to school at a small village to an hour walking through fields and woods and occasionally attacked
by rams or angry bulls
I met another boy who had been sent to a farm from
the town, as a boy, was ugly, with strange features like they had been wrongly assembled
We were friends for a while til he was sent back
Years later, I met him, he was the chief engineer on a big tanker, and when the ship was unloading
he always went ashore alone
I wondered why and followed him discretely when
realizing whom he met, I understood his plight
To be gay back then, on a ship, was viewed as a crime
I met him years later, sitting in the park feeding ducks
his loneliness hung around him for him, his freedom
to be himself had come too late
I had been lucky the farmer and his wife were kind
people, but to be sent away as “Legd” another word
for slave, gives you a sense of inferiority that is
hard to shake off
“Reverse Cyrano”
Reverse Cyrano
new wave poetry
straddles the ruins
milked
with two sugars
dark Tea dreams
red leaves laquer
the vain roadmaps
that stain the ingrained
with pommegranate poetry
the bejewelled heart
sweet and tart
and thick
skinned
sliced and skewered
each granate
a sparkling
hidden gem
within the ruby
words written
riding astride those worlds
like wolves
in those comforting
dicomforting whispering woods
for Cyrano reversed
so easily contracted
a hidden god and a poet
that lost lovers
may find submerged
in disoriented time adrift,
eyes open-wide undestracted,
the ravenous misunderstood unmissed.
Candide Diderot ‘25
Grapes explode when put in the microwave
Judge Judy makes $45 million a year
Now if that doesn't thrill you or rot your socks
There ain't much that can tickle your rear
Some people feel the same arousal thinking of food
As they do having rip-roaring sex
They must be some of the fattest people in the world
Or they wind up total absolute wrecks
Just try saying happiness without saying *****
Be sure there are no children around
A giraffe can clean its ears with its 21-inch tongue
Why must they always be the clown
Long ago in Rome, when a man testified in court
He was required to swear on his testicles
Imagine that today, the absolute thrill it would cause
Golly gee, we couldn't be modest savages
A farmer tried renting advertising space on his cows
But the cows wanted a piece of the action
Got together went on strike and crossed their udders
Refused to be milked until they got satisfaction
There are more plastic flamingos in the U.S. than real ones
That's something I never knew or really cared
The Falkland Isles has over 700,000 sheep, 350 per person
Now why on earth did I care enough to share
If a female ferret doesn't have sex for a year, she will die
Know some guys like that, okay it's me
However, the one-year time frame is much too long
With me, it's more like one or two weeks
Tedious toil from dawn to dark,
a farmhands days then so harsh and stark.
The clockhands ticks round slowly by one by one,
Pa's work ending with the setting sun.
Daybreak and sunset he milked the cows,
in between with the horse and plough.
Across the fields a church bell peals
recording his monotonous ordeal.
Each day to the beerhouse his footsteps led,
then back to our cottage for supper and bed.
Us young'uns spent days gleaning the field,
a years's bread such toil could yield.
Hedgerow sloes in the market sold,
eked out the wage in our household.
Sister helped Ma with her local lace ,
round an open fireplace.
Ended her schooling afore her teens
to enlist in the domestic service
scene.
A guy decked out in suit and tie
Will never catch my eye
Nor muscles, money, fame or glam
They shouldn't even try
For what I deem is sensual
Might sound a bit askew
So close your eyes and come to know
My sexiest venue
At six foot two, my burly beau
Who's milked and tilled and farmed
Was called to help a cow with twins
To bring them out unharmed
And I recall the day when all
The kids lined up to see -
Him close his eyes and reach inside
Such raw inti – macy!
I saw him sweat and concentrate
And turn those breach calves 'round
So when they came into this world
I felt my heart just pound!
SEXY
Michelle Prital
They
Asked me
To be quiet
In my father's land
Where the milk flows
Where the honey not dries
Where peace resides and plays
Where children nightly sings naked
Caring less in the full glare of the moon...
Then
Them I
Asked if
It wasn't so
In the lands of
Theirs where they
Bath naked by the sea
Before they came to ours
I asked if the peace they so
Very much want to steal from
Us, was tenant in their own lands
Or If the peace they so desire to rob
Us of was a landlord in their dried lands...
Us
I see
That we
Have given
Them the room
To steal, plunder
And waste our native
Peace, one which was so
Living unhindered and freely
Among us in the times very past
One which we have and so freely give
Freely did we let them take those lands of
Ours which are the symbols of peace eternal.
We drove them not when they offered mirrors for
Our loving brothers who sweat to till the happy lands...
I'm
Not
In the
Know of
What to do
To bring back
To our troubled
And war-torn lands
Which quietly bleeds
Continually from their ill
Influences of yesteryears
And also those resident t'day
Among and between us as we too
Aid them to kill our motherland whose
Milk we drank and who they milked and
Tethered to nurture their barren, dry lands
To what it is this day. The blood of our brothers
Lying in bondage and slavery from the times past
In their lonely and shallow graves cry to us here t'day
To save what is left of our motherland from foreign wastes...
I left you alone,
You ran from us.
It left me in dire straits,
I had to adjust.
I don't get how you,
Have a change of heart.
No resolution,
You tore us apart.
I can see the
Hate in your eyes.
WOW, that cut
Me down to size.
I cannot figure why, you
wanted to hurt me like this.
I keep playing it over,
In the darkness of my abyss.
Your M.O, you move from
One to the other.
My heart bleeds,
It’s a gusher.
I used to believe you did
Not do this with intention.
You took aim, my feelings
You paid no attention.
You knew exactly what
You were doing.
Me and my life,
You were excluding.
That was nasty, dirty,
Trick you played.
Who knows how long?
You kept up that charade.
You milked me for
All I had.
In your clever, I'm
Going to be gay fad.
You never cared,
Our love, you condemned.
You rode it out,
until the end.
Turbo1904