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The cinnamon red rooster lost
His place in the pecking order
Of the flock where another rooster
Battled him to near death
Leaving him with one eye pecked out
And the other swollen shut
Like a boxer who had gone too many rounds
Against the superior contender
That old rooster, forlorn and isolated
From the majority of the group
Found ways to entertain himself
On barn scraps and hay bales
Awaiting the just right moment
To forage for food and go for water
When all the other birds were away
Nibbling at foliage and insects
Dissecting whatever creature
Happened into their territory
The barn, where they grazed happily
Discovering gourmet rats and worms
Little things that make chickens cluck
Months after the rooster was handicapped
By his sparring partner who ruled the roost
There came a hen, a dainty mushroom colored
Lady who had been pecked at until she was
Swollen and hurting, awaiting demise
Leaving her near the rooster
Where she might find solace from the flock
There came a day when it was clear
Her heart and his were as if only one
They shared more than the loss of eyes
To the frenzied pecking of their dangerous kin
But discovered solidarity with one another
Forming a companionship that was quite beautiful
Together, their eggs grew suitable
For precious and graceful chicks
Who would be, despite their past pain,
Healthy, happy and bustling with pride
Chicks who would find pure delight
In sharing this wounded pair’s insights
Together, they grew stronger and more alive
Than they’d ever been because they were learning
What it means to give the gift of friendship
To another who shares your life experiences
Together, these two grew wise and found solace
In cackling and clucking through life
Perfectly content to avoid the strife
That comes from giving into nasty pride
Humility is sometimes the greatest joy in life
when I was young, I recall the apple trees in rows
and the farm house and the grass that was so green
the chickens, and the rooster who announced the day
and I helped grandma collect the chicken eggs
and played in the hay, but
grandpa, told me to be careful in the stables
for I loved the horses and watched spellbound
and the milk cows were scattered in fields so peaceful
and the daisies and buttercups grew wild everywhere
at night I could hear the owl who lived in the barn
as I closed my little girl weary eyes
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May 4, 2021
Written for the contest, All Yours (May 5)
sponsor, Brian Strand
FOWL
a feathered flockin farm animal
just a bird
web footed floater who runs
bird
common domestic rooster or hen
maybe a turkey, I should duck
the meat of a domestic used as food
decontaminate, purge,
disinfect, sanitize
brush rinse, scour
corrupt, rot, spoil
clarify, not cleansed much
bemire, besmirch, daub, grime, mire, smirch, smudge,
decontaminate, purge, purify blight
disinfect, sanitize sweep, wash, wipe
brighten pollute, tainty
straighten,tidy
adulterate, doctor
of something harmful or undesirable
contaminate, taint befoul,
grime, mire, smudge, soil,
corrupt, rotten, spoil smear
clarify, clean, cleanse, clear,
All that and all this is contaminate, pollute, boule
FOWL?
2/24/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
Is nature an incredible and intelligent teacher?, Yes, its fauna and flora teach us many fabulous lessons, We can learn loyalty from dog, a grateful creature,
Never give up is educated by crow as our expressions.
Strong social bond is taught by big elephant to us, Rooster coaches leadership qualities for the young person, Herb banana plant reminds us the act of happiness, We acquire flexibility from weed reed as a sermon.
Co-operation and hard works are learned from tiny ants, Termites train us about social structure and architecture, The perseverance of the spider has become our daily chant, The big banyan tree instructs us on resilience like a lecture .
We learn how to survive in daily life from the big lion, Cunning fox opens our third eye alias strategic thinking, Accurate vision is taught to us by an eagle when it flies in, Horse educates us about the self -control linking.
Our modern life is like riding in a rollercoaster,
It has its ups, downs, joys and sorrows moments, Nature direct us to do good things like a hoster, It's our duty to work with nature and its components.
As early dawn, slow breaking o’er the beach,
Paints the pale blue background of the sky
In watercolor streaks of rose and peach,
A feast God spreads for those with sleepy eye
Who needs must rise to start their chores
Before the rooster crows his bright alarm,
We two will rise and open wide the doors
And start our day with beauty, arm in arm.
Although the weather all too soon can change
And bring us thunderclouds of black and gray
Or if far and wide our difficulties range
And for surcease of problems we would pray,
That precious gift we find so like a hymn
Sustains and keeps us going through the day.
We keep our hearts and minds attuned to Him
Our true direction and our sacred way.
Moonshiners Ditty By; Charles Messina Collaboration
Gonna wake up
At the brink of dawn
Take a shower
Throw my blue jeans on
The little red rooster
Is my alarm
Cock-a-doodle doodling
On my farm
Gonna water
All of my crops
Especially
My barley and hops
Gonna spread out
All the bales of hay
Where the goats and the horses
And the cattle stay
In the pasture
Down by the creek
Where we went
When we wanted to sneak
A little moonshine
I stole it from my dad
The best damn moonshine
That I ever had
I'm gonna go
And see a little rodeo
Then I'm going dancing
To do the do-si-doe
Then I'll stop by
Over near the school
To jump in the river
In our swimming pool
Gonna get my little lady
A cold bottle of wine
And get myself a bottle
Of my dad's moonshine
She decline the bottle of wine
made a beeline
to dad's moonshine
by the end of the night she was mine
7/22/2018
Poetry Contest: Add a Stanza to My Poem
4.Moonshiners Ditty By; Charles Messina Collaboration
Sponsored By: Charles Messina
Our distant cousins were going to send us their child
She’s colorful, glamour-seeking, and a little bit wild
How bad can she be? I asked my dubious man Joe.
She’s only six and a half, let’s pick her up. Let’s go!
She was coming in on the train, and we searched for a bit.
Then we saw a conductor having words, almost a fit.
That’s her predicted my husband, and she has a rooster too.
She was wearing lipstick, our cousin, Lynda Sue Lou.
She was funny, this comedic cousin of ours.
We took her in along with her rooster named Lars.
But flew them back home, for they were kicked off the train.
Apparently, they did not want animals, so this was a drain.
A tangle of moss in the new gray dawn—
Palm fronds whisper hush, hush—
Waves shiver on the sand.
The sea sighs like a tired dreamer.
Fiddler crabs scuttle sideways in the hush—
Sideways like folks around here,
Slipping sideways in the hush.
Behind ragged shacks, I stand.
Smoke curls like a question mark.
A rooster crows a single note of gold.
Somebody’s frying fish, crab cakes,
And hush puppies.
Breakfast for the sun, maybe.
Somebody’s humming the blues—
A low, slow song of yesterday’s chain gang.
But the sea keeps calling—
Even the sand listens—
Dreaming of a better tomorrow,
In nineteen sixty six.
The sun comes up as usual
Having nothing better to do
Rifles take aim and shoot
Fully unloading on the target
A small oval object on the lawn
Thin shelled after being laid
Discharged bazookas leave no mark
Dynamite with lit fuse explodes
Not to worry
A rooster crows after copulation
Another chicken creation born
Tomorrow is another day at this location
To take another shot
At a poultry mystery for breakfast
Solved only in the morning over coffee served
At the crack of dawn as cannons fire on
A scrambled egg should be easier to produce
If the sun comes up as usual
Having nothing better to do
You was such a big bird fatten
The first to grace our table
We almost always had a young hen
Sometimes a mean ol' rooster if we were able
Looking foward to the golden bird
With the crispy, crunchy skin not curd
A drumstick or a baby drumette
The bird of a stories one who did pruette
When in the kitchen ladies did gather
They needed to know what was the matter
Mother discovered she didn't have pot
In which the big bird would sot
They took the hack saw to cut that bird
Then cooked him in five pots how absurd
Somehow got him ready for the table
To add to our meal of greens and sweet potatotes