Long Mooing Poems

From my lowly bachelor’s house
Proudly christened ‘Embassy Fair’
I woke up to the chirping of birds
On the trees above and across the vale
And the riverine bushes in-between
I woke up to the crowing of cocks
And the mooing...

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On one dark and stormy night… on a local, lonely, wind swept moor,
A very young and slightly mad scientist did some craziness, for sure.
Now mind you, he was only 3 years young, but, yet, still...

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One day a placid platypus was playing in a kitchen. He had discovered that there was often much to sort and much to sort was often much fun. Other platypuses did not realise how much...

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Animal Chain Atrocities

No longer a bucolic photo op
bedecking a cover of Life magazine

Free grazing
pastoral images
now but bewildered enslavement

Animal commodities
factory farms and feedlots
CAFO habitats raising
sixty billion a year for dinner tables

Chickens

Hi-Tech slaughter
football fields long
alethic poor
four walled...

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I am trying to compose a rhythm that everyone can sing, I am trying to compose a rhythm that everyone can join in. You did not go to school and you don’t know the golden...

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ZEN DEATH HAIKU XI

These are my modern English translations of Japanese Zen Death Haiku. 

Above the garden
the camellia tree blossoms
whitely...
—Uejima Onitsura, loose translation by Michael R. Burch

Moonlit hailstones: 
the night hawks return.
—Uejima Onitsura, loose translation...

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It stands on the edge of civilization,
fed by a ghost town road
A starving artery leading into the desert
Only desperadoes and Death Valley aficionados
pass through this lonely stretch of land
But there's a diner sitting at this...

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Our boat is first to slice
The green snake skin of Clam Lake
This Saturday morning in May

Heading east to the mouth of Grass River
Where angry Pike still hunt from shallows
Before the Milfoil grows to summer impossible

My...

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A Sky of Water
Arabic Poem By: Falah Al-Shabender*
Traslate By
 Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
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A sky of water
Doesn't blaze in a glance;
It follows us, as we head towards it, 
Fraying its essence, 
And transcending in its mysteries;
Emptiness .....

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Santa's New Team

Christmas Eve was coming
There was plenty to be done
There were protocols to follow
There were programs to be run

Presents needed wrapping
Elves had duties of their own
They've been doing it for centuries
They could call Christmas...

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Christmas Eve was coming
There was plenty to be done
There were protocols to follow
There were programs to be run

Presents needed wrapping
Elves had duties of their own
They've been doing it for centuries
They could call Christmas in by...

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The dignitaries are passing through the town in big Limonene and long gowns. They are throwing five hundred dollars bills on the ground and the people are running all around.

Children are running after them and...

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Petals I amass
with such tenderness
prick me to the quick.
? Kobayashi Issa, loose translation by Michael R. Burch
 
This world of dew
is a world of dew indeed;
and yet ...
? Kobayashi Issa, loose translation by Michael R....

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Flaming steaks and ice cold drinks
you thought good food had become extinct
until you ate here and gave us a nod and a wink.

Appetizers galore with soft stringy cheese sticks, artichoke hearts deep fried
with a taste...

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Matthew Scott The Marionette...

(Concocting cock and bull poetic pap
promises to approximate bovine rap
worse case scenario..., you will snap
so friend me at funny farm in Trappe
Pennsylvania, or frankly yukon zap
this poppycock poetic
emetic entailing...vowel)

movements deftly managed skilled...

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Are you really going to tickle a dinosaur foot with a stone feather? or throw beetroots?

Who would attend a pterodactyl party? A daisy? A wallflower? A creeping jungle tree vine complete with snakes, ants and...

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Come sit by the fire... let's reminisce

About this and that, about life and love

Watching a robin take its first flight

Or a squirrel scurrying up a tree

The sun coming out from behind the clouds

The gentle breeze...

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THE OLD COVERED BRIDGE

Late fall
Country scene
One birch, close by, already bare
With a taste of frost in the air
And this sturdy, old, covered bridge – this haven -
Strong tiled, tightly sided. A few slats still thrive...

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Our neighbour's excited spaniel pups spring up to us with the joys of Spring as the trees and shrubs are about to bud as do the garish litter bags thayt no surburban lane would be...

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I know I should have been asleep a long time ago, but I just can't sleep
I feel like I'm falling so deep...
I feel the urge to silently weep...
I'm feeling so uneasy right now
I need God...

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A whale kilowatt is a power source indeed. Floatation over gallons is a fantastic idea. But when a raven flies in a circular fashion it is then time for the washing party of grizzly bears...

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Whether working wallabies would weave waved warm wafers or whether wallpaper would wear walls is two times a question really. It is rational to assume that an ass jacket would dart over a yak and...

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Pappy Brisco was a clown
who insisted never to frown,
he painted his face with a smile,
the broadest grin to beguile,
his bushy eyebrows glued on tight,
which sometimes caused a fright,
a bright-red protruding nose
added to his exaggerated pose,
he...

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Come sit by the fire... let's reminisce
About this and that, about what makes us sing
Watching a robin take its first flight
Or a squirrel scurrying up a tree
The sun coming out from behind the clouds
The gentle...

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Come sit by the fire... let's reminisce
About this and that, about what makes us sing
Watching a robin take its first flight
Or a squirrel scurrying up a tree
The sun coming out from behind the clouds
The gentle...

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