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Monarchy

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:


Milking Cow

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?)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Our Cow

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
Form: Quatrain

not a slave

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
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Premium Member Reverse Cyrano

“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


Premium Member Did You Know

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
fun
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Yesteryear

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.
Form: Pastoral

Sexy

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
Form: Rhyme

The Land Cries

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...
Form: Shape

Til the End

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
Form: Rhyme

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