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A parched wind
still circles the dust devils
corralling them
in funneled fury.
The old rooster
atop the barn
squeaks
as the weather changes
as do the joints
in the old blue jeans.
Hard black coffee
bubbles on the stove,
her apron hangs
a memory
on the chair,
an old screen door
shudders,
slams shut,
an old dog curses
the dust.
Bowed heads watch
as he laces his boots,
reaches for that
damned hat,
sips the last of the coffee
runs his fingers
across the hanging apron
whispers
“I love you”,
sets off to worship
in the shrine
of their lives.
©5/7/2018
for Laura Loo – Best Free Verse Poem In May 2018 Poetry Contest
The barn rooster crows
Big and little ones arise
It’s a country life
Life of work and fun
Hunor must rise with the sun
Laughing has its turn
Everyone must try
From here to the by and by
Make the load lighter
“Where y’all going now
We fixin’ to milk the cow
You shore y’all know how”
Tomorrow we go
Downtown to the picture show
Once out the short rows
Pa ain’t keen ‘bout it
Thinks it’s the old devil’s way
To get hard earned dime
Ma says it’s alright
But we must behave ourselves
Do what the Book says
Again in the fields
Plowing the dirt with ole mule
Life turns on slow wheels
Work sunup to dusk
Ain’t no need to fret or fuss
No one gives a cuss
Milking the old cow
Plowing, praying, and laughing
Bygone country life
"A furry little caterpillar
Crawled onto my knee
He turned into a butterfly
And landed in a tree
Beside him was a humming bird
Sucking pollen from a rose
When down fell an inchworm
That landed on my nose
A little baby bunny rabbit
Hopped onto my lap
When I started petting him
His ears began to flap
I came across a rooster
Sitting on a fence
A sign said "you can pet him
For only fifty cents"
As I peeked into a sty
I heard a great big thud
I saw the three little piggy's
Rolling in the mud
I looked up in the sky
And I saw a lonesome goose
I whistled "where are you flying to"
He replied. "to visit Dr. Seuss" Copied
When the goose landed there
In Dr. Seuss’ lab
Goose was so confused,
For the lab was nearly bare
Written: August 07, 2012
Every friggin day
mother hen runs amuck,
while all chicken's
beady eyes appear awestruck
drawing particular
agitation, irritation, perturbation...
of Punxsutawney (Doctor) Phil
(well grounded) woodchuck,
the latter glaring at henpecked
yours truly rifled
tail feathered rooster,
whether communicating
nonverbal sympathy
towards me, a garden variety
Gallus gallus domesticus dumbstruck,
who doth make feeble attempt
albeit without explaining
rhyme or reason
poetic, plaintive, pathetic... cluck,
regarding doomed pyrrhic victory
against incessant cackling
more fowl and upset
than goosed duck,
she that casus belli hideous source
feels cooped up bred to lay eggs
absent any pleasure to fµç*
out her tail feathers fin
hushed yoked for sole purpose
mutter under beak, what the "huck"
subsequently, she takes frustration
buzzfeeding me 'bout chained to
chicken feed to earn
breeder (yours truly) favorable luck
yielding "FAKE" farmer
Matthew Scott Harris megabuck
regarding top quality accolades
raves subsequently generate
he invariably feels moonstruck
matter of fact expanded business
necessitating workers to drive
state of the art rigorous motortruck
the missus decries mistreatment
scratching thru mire and muck
to fill little beasts in belly,
eventually retired, repurposed
relieved invariably chef
buoy or gull hardy sole destiny,
whereby one or another
hired hand will gingerly pluck
every spruced, primped,
groomed... feather
in short shrift priming
precious helpless creature,
(who bemoans lack
of state bird status)
into slaughterhouse five
butchered, filleted (maybe), quartered...
routed to household kitchen
gamely served at potluck
toothpicks applied to teeth
loosening gristle unstuck
after appetites satiated
belt unbuckled years ago
purchased before Sears Roebuck
shuttered stores, plus
bought linens and things
comfortable pillow perfect to tuck
under drowsy sudden sleepy head
unaware coop d'etat mutiny hatched,
whereby sly fox weasels him/
herself to guard henhouse
finding petrified slack beaked
AC/DC powered chicken coop,
where prating poultry thunderstruck.
Looking for a brand for our growing herd
Nothing fancy nor absurd
Just something to let em know their mine
Rain or shine
Getting them to water.
As days grow hotter
Long lonely nights
Avoiding the lights
Keeping them out of fights
Yep, takes nerve
Feelings held in reserve
To ride heard on any kind of chicken critter
Some seem down right bitter
It takes sand
But back to our brand
Chickens need a tiny branding iron for sure
No cure
I've watched them grow
I want you to know
Ain't easy roping them tiny necks for one.
Waking up before the sun
Crazy roosters trying to claw your eyes out.
No matter how loud I shout
A rooster is a dangerous critter
Grabbed my friend and bit her
Never know when they will start stampeding
There's no impeding
There's no helping you then
Mauled by a lunatic hen
You won't win
They are clucking crazy when riled .
Can go from meek and mild
To totally wild
In nothing flat
They drop the hat
That's right.
No sleep at night
All they do is fight.
Pooping my breakfast what can I say
That's my day.
COCKADOODLE DOOOOOOOOO! COCKADOODLE DOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
That big red rooster greets each morn that way,
Waking all of us...and the farmer too,
Just so we can all start the day.
A beckoning call to the barn is made
We just go a strollin' with an easy gait.
Food, water, and then they wash us down
Before the suctioning, as we await.
It feels quite good to get that electric relief
As those ruminant gallons go gently away.
I may choose more hay as I give and give
With a soft sounding "Mooooo" as I stand in the bay.
Led from the barn to pastures so green
But they're always greener to me on the other side,
I stand, or sit down as I chew my cud
'Til milking call at evening tide.
You may call me "Bossie"
Although I'm really not...
The produce I give is warm right now,
But Pasteur said that it had to be hot.
What a beautiful life I have
Just going from here to there.
Giving my body's bounty,
With hardly a care.
For sure it is enjoyed by millions each day,
The pure white drink which is ne'er pernicious.
Just one thing more I'll say about it....
The time I have and the milk I give is UDDERLY delicious!
A slight drizzle of rain earthbound
From dark heavy gray clouds
Sheer fog still cloaks the creek hollow
Thunder rumbled close and loud
A rainy day is needed now
For plants had begun to dry
The moisture will be delightful
For some had begun to die
Closer~closer the thunder rolls
The rain more steady flows
Only a slight breeze stirs the air
Rooster and Dove put on show
Now a river flows through the yard
Thunder round after round
Frogs sing competing to win show
The rain soft cymbal's sound
The frogs a loud bass trio tune
In time with the rain's beat
Their song charmingly a deep croon
A lover's desire heats
Written Wednesday, July 31, 2013
I am the village rooster.
One that crows in the city.
They said I belong to the upcountry.
Now the cities respect my name.
They said I am a village fool.
My reputation has gone afar.
They sabotaged my education.
Denying me government bursaries.
They said I will not make it.
Now a Doctor they call me.
They said I'm a child of the lesser.
But my God is not a lesser.
The one who splashed dirty water on me.
I lifted them this morning.
The one who denied me water at their gates.
I paid their dinner bill today
Time is just a factor.
Every roster shall crow.
I am the village rooster.
The one that crows in the city.
@Tha Formidable Cheru.
#themonk
Early Sunday Morning
By Franklin Price
10/25/2015
Early Sunday Morning
Well into the Fall
Darkness still surrounds
There is a quiet pall
Colored leaves not visible
In the darkness of the day
A light breeze moves the chilly air
The sky becomes a lighter gray
The neighborhood is stirring
Kitchen lights begin to glow
I'm not the only one awake
I heard the neighbor's rooster crow
Soon people getting ready
For the beginning of the week
Looking in the closet
For the clothing that they seek
Sunday's best should be the dress
After all it's sabbath day
Be off to church to hear the word
See what the preacher has to say
Listen closely to his sermon
Show reverence from the pew
Feel the spirit of the lord
He's always there for you
I pray your day is joyous
This further thought I now append
That health and happiness is yours
That's my wish for you my friend
I am Jack and I live on a farm,
was born in the barn one of many;
oh, I am the only cat with charm,
but my best friend is the horse- Penny.
Was born in the barn . . . one of many,
oh, I like all of the farm creatures;
but my best friend is- the horse Penny,
like all here no matter their features.
Oh, I like all of the farm . . . creatures,
there is a bully of a rooster;
like all here . . . no matter their features,
even like big bird we call Brewster.
There is a BULLY of a rooster,
oh, I am the only cat- with charm;
even like . . . big bird we call Brewster,
I am Jack and I live- on a farm.
______________________
April 10, 2020
Poetry/Pantoum/Personification/ Jack the Cat
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1242-876-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, Pantoum Personification
sponsor, Eve Roper, Inspiration is Image #2
Third Place