While the milk cow hastens
Toward a worn barn,
Gray as the edges of melancholy,
Erasing the spring, breaking through Summer
Like Sunday, wearing her best suit
Rustling on the wings of Saturday’s robins,
Starving for Monday, while her words
Still the grief that comes from knowing
The week behind her will not come
Again, peppering the wind
With grace and love,
Intense as the passion, smiling
As milk flows, quietly blessing,
Trembling with songs,
Who reach through the shadows,
Singing melodies with soft eyes,
Brown like the trees,
Swaying softly, silencing every tear
Who dreams of a lasting peace,
Rich as milk who fills up the bucket,
Then the cup, tinting her coffee,
Soft blonde, like a woman whose heart
Melts with prayers spoken,
While the gentle heart sighs,
At a breathless moment when light,
Falls heavy against muddied silhouettes,
Against timbers, foundations
Who decide the cow can confide to the night,
Where peace hides, amid star strewn skies,
On flowing veils of the moon’s rising.
Categories:
milk cow, animal, farm,
Form: Free verse
Borden’s milk had a gorgeous sidekick cartoon cow, Elsie.
In the Midwest we had Elsie dolls, Elsie curtains, Elsie pins.
I wanted Borden’s milk more than anything in the world.
My cousin had it, because her parents bought it.
My parents bought another brand of milk.
Because it was two cents a year cheaper.
I could tell the difference.
I would not drink our cheap milk.
I had been to my cousin’s house
My aunt was evil and she made me drink their milk.
It was tasty. I told my mother I would drink Borden’s.
She insisted I could not tell the difference.
She gave me a taste test.
She told me I had chosen the cheap milk.
I knew this was a lie.
Thirty years later she told me I had chosen Borden’s.
But they had to save that two cents.
Categories:
milk cow, animal,
Form: Prose Poetry
While others give grief,
a chocolate milk cow
often stutters, and how!
In her udder relief,
she utters “ca-cow”
while producing cacao,
tells the nutters,
Ciao, ciao.
Not one to chew fat,
a crow in the know
tells her, no, it’s cocoa
but she says he’s loco,
and a raven, at that.
Categories:
milk cow, nonsense, silly,
Form: Rhyme
Handy Andy, fine figured and dandy
Asked his mother for a piece of candy
She gave him some gum
But she came undone
When he chomped it like their milk cow Mandy
Categories:
milk cow, nursery rhyme,
Form: Rhyme
How In This Racing World Life Balances Out
How in this racing world life balances out
Lose love, seek thee sincere, find another.
World sends hell on thee, watch it turn about
Feel alone, hug thy sister or brother!
If rains beats hard upon thy weathered brow
wait, another day bright sun will reward.
Fence storm damaged, lost is thy lone milk cow
read solace words from thy favorite bard!
When home is too crowded and far too loud
yard is overgrown and thy best axe broke.
Wait future days, when those kids make you proud
YOUR TEARS FLOW AND YOUR CRACKING VOICE WILL CHOKE!
So friend, in the end it all balances out
Hold tight loved family, sing with a shout!
Robert J. Lindley, 1-07-2017
Sonnet
Ten Syllables.
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 114
Note- Got the urge to compose one more sonnet today.
Sitting here with a yard full of snow, drinking hot chocolate and thanking my blessings......
I pray such blessed and soothing times for thee one and all....
Categories:
milk cow, art, blessing, deep, family,
Form: Sonnet
Should Be Fading
Islam women, they are always degrading
Habit into past should be finally fading
And the be replace by total equality
A much better place our world will be.
Suppose Mother Mary never had been
Or Son Jesus to save us from all sin
Just who would we be here and now?
Either some sow or maybe a milk cow.
Noah's Ark had contained each animal;
Two by two until it was frantically full
Themselves had to learn how to please
And none of them had been Islamese.
All of us have become completely hysteric
By actions and atrocities that are barbaric
Which not even an animal would try to do
Like cutting off my head and also maybe you.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran
Categories:
milk cow, sad, stress,
Form: Couplet
In order to live his life each day,
the poor man has to earn his way.
For time and energy, he gets meager pay.
What does he receive for each day spent?
Not much more is left after paying the rent.
How can he make a living somehow,
when he is stuck with a dry milk cow?
These are just a few things to encounter in life.
It seems like dealing with perpetual strife.
inspired by another member's poem
Categories:
milk cow, life, money, work,
Form: Light Verse
Each to His Own Taste
By Elton Camp
For eating raw meat I surely don’t care
But I have some friends who order it rare
There are some who simply adore pate
I refuse to eat food produced that way
To many, sushi is a gourmet’s delight
But I can hardly abide it within my sight
Way over in China, it’s dogs that they eat
And some greedily devour chicken feet
Some folks taste runs to eating of veal
I find a cow’s little calf too hard to steal
Others, over chitlins, will just have a fit
I can’t eat something that smells like ****
Pickled hog feet I often see in the store
That’s another that I absolutely abhor
The meat market sells pig’s tails & ears
That I’d vomit, such fare bring on fears
And I hear there are people who eat rat
And even skin and cook a fleabag cat
“Each to his own taste,” the man did vow
As he tenderly kissed his old milk cow
Categories:
milk cow, funny,
Form: Rhyme
Soon after Dad bought the little farm
He bought a Jersey milk cow
Said Old Blue's a real milk producer
I’ll hand milk since I know how
Then we had fresh raw milk all the time
Made butter by using a churn
Sold all the raw milk we didn’t use
So some extra bucks were earned
There was no waste from butter or cream
The pigs would just get a treat
Of course dad milked early each morn
Tote hot water, wash the teats
No getting away with a milk cow
Twice a day Dad milked Old Blue
Hated to milk cold winter mornings
Just something he had to do
The farm let Dad get back to his roots
Said it was good for the boys
That why he bought the farm and live stock
To live a life he enjoyed
Categories:
milk cow, family, dad, old, dad,
Form: Quatrain
We moved to Amarillo
Dad had bought a farm
Chickens, pigs and a milk cow
In a big red painted barn
Just twenty seven acres
Of irrigated land
With a windmill and a water tank
And a pump you did by hand
The barn was huge one
The loft had hardwood floors
Made to hold barn dances
That didn’t happen anymore
My bro and I discovered
The loft’s the place to play
Especially for roller skating
Which we did most every day
We got to make some money
If we could raise a crop
We sold green onions, by the bunch
Then took our money to the shop
Two Winchester rifles
Both 22 single shot
That was what we wanted
That what we got
Memories of my farming years
Are precious as can be
So many stories I could tell
About my brother and me
Categories:
milk cow, places
Form: Quatrain
Three eggs in the Ice Box and the hens quit layin yesterday
Low on milk and the milk cow went dry
Don't worry about the windmill being broke, the wind won't blow
Sometimes the river of life can run that way
All we can do is keep on going and wonder why
It is not for us to know
The drought has taken over, our back are against the wall
Seems like we cannot rent a friend
The grass is dead and the cattle need to be fed
Worries and headaches are no longer small
This is stating to look like the end
We just never know what is ahead
Both ends of the candle are burnt and about out of rope
Clouds are rolling across the sky like a empty freight train
Bill collectors are knocking at the door,"can't get blood out of a turnip"
Sometimes there seems like there is no hope
It will quit hurting hen there is no more pain
And two new flat tire on the old pickup
It can get you down if you let it, but there is an easier way out
When you cannot see the forest for the trees
Just remember the old sayin
Even if you are full of doubt
Get off your horse and fall to your knees
Never to late for prayin
Categories:
milk cow, cowboy-westernold, old,
Form: I do not know?