Short Bale Poems

Jump on hay bale
cats mate
ruin wedding...

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the barn swallow swoops
onto a large hay bale
startling the owl...

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hatchlings in the sand 
the bale has a life at sea 
birth-return to sand...

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Hanging from a branch
Loaded with flowers and leaves 
A bale swings with wind...

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Elected representatives
   sure earn a bale of pay
Yet rarely do we hear back home
   'bout one had something nice to say...

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When my donkey does loudly bray.
Then I know he is out of hay.
I’ll bring a new bale,
And away he’ll sail.
I hope he’s not running away.
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God Does Bless

By God many things He does bless,
And I constantly have to confess;
When things fail,
Out don't bale;
Never mess around with His success.

Jim Horn...

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Come one come all my ex for sale
His underwear being sold in bale
                 Naked on the block
                 Glad he is defrock 
His chest shows fear at the exsale...

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Fela hela bale!
Confuse the confused,
Mask the unmasked,
You to obtain the desired,
Then theirs cares will be attended,
Because we live disintegrated,
And everyone will die alone....

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Trump Flop and Flail

Watched Trump flop and flail,
Like seal with hands and tail;
Had to post his bale.

Dirt caused him to sink;
After he raised so much stink;
Trump stole missing mink.

Jim Horn...

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I’ve never milked a cow
Or lived upon a farm
I’ve never thrown a bale of hay
Or done a chicken harm

But when the sun has set
And peace comes to my door
I know a field beyond my home
Is what I’m looking for...

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Something triggers three limericks a day
It could be as innocuous as a bale of hay
Or an amazing new invention
Guaranteeing love of our brethren
Aw shucks, but I'm ready for the accolades


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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Deafening silence rips through the cold air
From hollowed cries of desperation
As knees bent from the bale of despair
This emptiness is ripping thy soul
Creeping darkness defile that gaping hole
Seeking and longing for coveted attention
Into the haze and desolation I stare...

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sheep hid behind a hay bale, sipping her wine.
fragrant and sweet, it tasted totally fine.
Others thought she was knitting up her wool.
She rolled her eyes at the naivety she felt in their soul.
threw her knitting needles down on the bare ground.
Pretty soon was snoring away, her dreams bright and sound....

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sheep hid behind a hay bale, sipping her wine.
fragrant and sweet, it tasted totally fine.
Others thought she was knitting up her wool.
She rolled her eyes at the naivety she felt in their soul.
threw her knitting needles down on the bare ground.
Pretty soon was snoring away, her dreams bright and sound....

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Long ago, when I was young,
Before my hearing began to fail,
Why, I could hear a boll weevil
Tiptoe across a cotton bale.
                                                  
But many years have come and gone;
The ghetto blaster took its toll.
Now I couldn't hear an elephant
Dance in clogs with wooden soles....

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ENTROPHY

Entropy says that matter can't last
As energy holds it together.
But as we go down, fighting the last
I hope that just one little feather
Sticks to the side of whatever's left over
A bale of cotton, a field of clover.
It's not that it matters it's me that it flatters
So long as some semblance weathers....

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I honor all my lies by heart
for everything their worth
And have to say it's too damn bad
you have my bale as firth

That all I gain is obvious
for telling hearts a lie
When everyone get's hut to say
that's not true; and here's why

And all of you will know it's true
when all I do is lie
And everyone avoids the truth
and comes to me on high...

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Her ears point forward to a sound she hears.
A sound beyond a pitch to my ears.
Her legs now crouch to attend the fears
Of the twitching nose that scours the airs.

She runs like a bullet shot from a gun.
I'm following behind on the run.
She corners and traps her small bale,
While I stoop and lift it by the tail.

      Don't worry. I set it free....

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Straight home from school, collect a bale of hay
It's scarecrow building time today, hurray
Drag it all back, find some old clothes and shoes
Build a friend, then he'll need a name, you choose
We will place them all around the whole town
They'll be sure to turn your frowns upside down
We love long never ending summer days
They pass so quickly in a happy haze...

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Now King Aurthur hail, hail
 All  the knights armors mail
 Defending castles keep
 Patronages we reap
 
  In his kingdom enemies beat
 From his armies fleet
 By sword, bow and flail
 Even thunder grows very deep
 
  Fighting along this iron rail
 Under siege fighting bale
 Vikings on a ship setting sail
 Viking ships now beat
 Remember all hail
 Good King Aurthur's seat

          Saga...

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Each dawn mother dusk
Every dusk murder dawn
In between
the world grope
shuffling and tapping
Perpetually inside maddening maze
Flashes flit through opaque cracks;
Load of laughter,tons of smile
Bale of affection,bundles of joy
Washed away in torrents of tears
Loneliness lurk behind soft lashes
And scribbled on salt soaked pillow
                                                MELANCHOLY,writ in red!...

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Will you fold if I get old ?
Will you bale if I begin to ail ?
Will you give a toss for my hair loss ?
Will your eye bat at my fat ?

Will you think me a wimp
If I start to limp ?
Will it stop your heart
If I fart ?
What’s the net if I begin to forget ?
Will you call a let ?
Or is it game match and set ?

What I’m asking is whether
When I get old, will we stay together,
Or will I fall apart, apart ?....

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Dejected scarecrow sat on a prickly bale of hay.
Nothing went right he said on this horrible day.
A pumpkin nearby tried to cheer him up a bit.
But dejected scarecrow was determined to throw a fit.

Let’s look at the positives, a small voice said.
It was from the bowels of a grave of one long-dead.
The scarecrow got scared and run screaming away.
I hate to say it, but for the pumpkin it was now a better day....

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Unleash your g'RETH
At the hour eleventh
Flip me a coin to start the jingle
Your ball and chain to tinkle
To face the two
Poles on your tattoo 
Shouts of jeers
Screams of cheers!
The gaze you hold is magnetic
The stare they hold, pathetic
Scoring is ingrained with the left
Goals caught like fish in their net
Grant them the Bale
To escape your jail
Before the striped number
Strikes again like a black mamba...

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