Ox Poems - Poems about Ox

Said the Heifer to the Ox: “O‘ sorry Ox, How terrible to work your heavy yoke, All day to wheel around that grinding spoke!” She lay lazy in the shade of nearby rocks. But Ox plowed onwards. Hearing Heifer’s knocks, And paying no heed to her pitiful smoke, He laboured, knowing well the dreadful joke Which soon was to repay...

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We embarked on an adventure That was quite quixotic A scientific dream quencher Searching for exotics We started where we thought made sense Out on the sunning docks Where perhaps there’d be an immense Native Great White Butt Ox We packed all of our photo gear And pursued the best sights But only found local Striped Rear Aglow in the moonlight Before being tempted to browse We jumped...

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An ox is a persistent ploughman he sets his shoulder to the task Not knowing what he's up against for no question can he ask Big machines can do his job in almost no time, even less ~ Are we all 21st century...

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He loves me a little. He loves me A lot. He loves me passionately. He loves me to madness. He loves me not… He loves her not. He loves her as a wolf howls at a full moon. He loves her with red and purple. He loves her with a kiss. He loves her with a glance and a wish. He’s plucking off...

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A musk ox was beloved. Until it busted out of its bird cage. Shape shifted into the wind... Open tundra (harsh as it is) never tasted so good... but right on cue the wolves moveD on in. This musk ox wasn't like the rest. It refused to retreat into a circle. It zig zagged, would turn on a dime Gleefully faced the...

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Imagine you opened First Aid Box And, of all things, saw the blood of ox While you’d wanted to help your Small Pox, Would it you panic to leave your pocks Or would you for gloves try your two socks Or to gods try to sacrifice cocks Or off speed in the manner of Cox After reasoning things out like a fox? Ox...

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Alone in the wood featureless and stark hid a beast of burden that surly crept, for countless years behind the hidden bark its dying soul among the dead unwept. In the House of the Garden of Hollies beckoned a bright light through asylum gate, and led him from those dark satanic trees to...

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If you think you have missed the Year of the Ox, no worries my friend. Chinese say it begins on February the 12th and follows 2021 to the end. Year of the Ox promotes hard work, positivity and honesty for sure. It is reputed to be calm, patient, methodical, and agreeably pure. If you happen to be an Ox...

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If you think you have missed the Year of the Ox, no worries my friend. Chinese say it begins on February the 12th and follows 2021 to the end. Year of the Ox promotes hard work, positivity and honesty for sure. It is reputed to be calm, patient, methodical, and agreeably pure. If you happen to be an Ox...

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Why ? Is it I'm behind and when you're in debt You're in the rears ? When you're late you pay a fine, it costs you patience monies and time Credit deteriorating fathom gross abundance Payments lost you are shot in the back In the rear behind buttocks with penicillin In the buttocks medicine can't stop smallpox...

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In semi-arid oxen graze the mirages of apparent plants...

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There is a place I want to take you… It is a place of quiet waters, In great ever-still, pools. There are reflections in the surfaces, Huge mountains, that have always “been”. It is warm there, Like the desert after a summer storm, Or moments late in October, never repeated. The flowers around...

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There were lots of pretty girls But only one with mahogany curls. This one had shy amber eyes. Which caught one big guy by surprise. His name was Ox Owl Jim. He called her on a whim. Did not think he had a chance But invited her to a dance. Her name was Tori, and she was a doozy. His mother called her a...

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WHO SPEAK TO ME AS FREIND BEHIND THE BUSHES THAT NEITHER RATTLES OR SHAKES WHEN HE SPEAKS. "ALL THE SRUBS OF THE GARDEN WISHES THE HENS TO LAY EGGS THAT THE FOX MIGHT FEAST ON THEM" SAID THE VOICE THAN I ASKED, DOES THE SHRUBS FEED THE HENS OR DID THE SHRUB BUY THE HENS THESE HENS ARE MINE. AND THE FOX ...

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