Short Cowed Poems

Airedale, king of the terriers 
Domain without borders or barriers 
Stubborn and proud
On alert, never cowed
Justly known for their cute little derrières...

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A mean giant came to hear me speak.
Through Biggest Mountain he did peek.
I felt instant terror,
down to my leg hair,
I was so cowed, I could barely speak....

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wolves hunker down with their kits
cowed by howling biting northern winds
pack is silent; alpha stands his ground on hill
gods’ winter sky battle intimidates the forest...

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Poor Mister Lincoln
Shoulders cowed
Watched Freedom’s ark sinking
From Heaven’s redoubt
A country divided
An idea torn to shreds
Cried poor Mister Lincoln
My Union is dead...

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black white keys
cowed in  pain and hurt
great and deep 

years of dreams
sear by one's blind trust
spent by age


5/10/2020

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FLOW WITH THE COLLOM LUNE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud...

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Quilted cat had a right to be puffed up and proud.
We all knew he was the prettiest cat, not a bit cowed.
With his paisleys and checks, he was subtle, not loud.
He was dapper and darling, the greatest cat in our crowd....

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There once was an off-key raccoon

Joined a feat and barked out of tune,

   Since he groaned aloud

   The pissed judges cowed

As he won to shut off this loon!



Limerick Contest
Sponsor: Jan Allison
12/26/2015...

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Proud stands the solitary chestnut
to embrace each coming year
memories cowed deep in the bark
memories of yesteryear
Few share the old trees secrets
so few can pass that way
but every step that treads her path
leaves dreams of Shropshire days...

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"Thou a cacodemon" jeered the crowd.
She heard all those voices , clear and loud.
They stormed and cowed her down. 
All they wanted was to see her drown.

Tired of all the incessant goad.
She chose to lurk in her abode.
She's now another dancing clown.
With griefs that weigh her down. ??...

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Phil,a hungry brother was given bread
Another to a spring was led,
The third ,a stranger in town
Some welcome meals were found-
Other brothers were less well-endowed-
One, in a prison cell,was cowed,
A fifth,by sickness was dismayed
The last without clothing,he laid-
Adelphos,to each ,a visit made.

Full story @ Mt 25:31-40...

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Sometimes I have this urge
The urge to cry aloud
I do not let it purge
I fight that big, black cloud

That tempestuous surge
Does totally enshroud
Till I am on the verge
Of being, by tears, cowed

I let myself submerge
In emotions that shroud
In time, I will emerge
Stronger than any crowd


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Truth to him is nothing but

                              what you are able

                       to dupe the unsuspecting

                             into really believing,


                     and moral scruples are but

                           sentimental rubbish

              soothing soft the cowed conscience

                     of the do-gooding weakling....

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The duck swam fast to beat the crowd
Behind him a rabbit played with a wheel
To my dismay a lady cowed
The duck then eat her for his meal
And then I watched as a giraffe did kneel

A dragon roared past, its like a dream
A dog held up his paws in prayer
A bull raged through the crowd it seems
But none did move, none seemed to scare
Cloud stories are magical, this I do swear. 
 
© 15/08/2013 GG
Contest Entry...

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Darkness sheds my sight
But dreams illuminate my night
I am covered with dust and look cowed
I still see my path through the muzzy cloud
Thick smoke irks my eyes
I close them to visualize my prize
I unravel the world behind a closed door 
A mind roaming free unafraid to explore
No jewelry on my neck to show
I just hold on to my inner glows
No clout for my name to draw
I keep dreaming in the shadows...

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My head is aching, it's a skull pounding sensation.
My hands are shaking, from the constant anxious narration. 
Trying to breathe deeply, keep this train from leaving the station, 
I know this is my own diffident manifestation. 


For me anxiety is an expectation;
I stop talking to myself and start to listen, 
Let this fear become an infestation, it was all of my own creation. 
This is my cowed vocation....

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We are like twins, just alike.
How?
We think alike.
Always?
Yes.
 
We have the same ideas.
All the same ideas?
Uh-huh.
How do you know?
 
I just do.
What do you think about Johnny?
We love him.
Both of you?
Uh-huh.
 
Do you like pie?
No.
Neither of you?
Right.
 
What if you disagree?
We never do.  It is how we stay friends.
Her friend stays suspiciously silent, not wanting to make her angry....

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A great day to start my day,
All my worries are freed away,
God poured some strength in me,
And I feel like I’m a brand new me,

All my worries, I know he cast away,
My pain indeed fades this day
He guides me as I step forward
He whispers to my ear, not to be cowed

I thank Him for answering me
Despite of my stubbornness, He still loves me
I know I am not a good child
But He always forgives, my awful glide...

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Subjugation
listen to 
all the cheering 
the internal seething 
external hissing 
the breathing the bleeding,
the beating 
and weeping
eternally bleating 
Is supposed to be 
you said, ordained 
requiring a mark
and you are marked
whipped mindless,
senseless
Cowed into believing
in ancient lamentations
but didn't you know
when silence crawls, 
this is
Subjugation,
it's unconditional
consensual
sweet pain...

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The bar is noisy
in a half-full way.
A smoky disbursement,
muted archipelago’s
of ersatz companionship.

I am adrift
you are isolated
by a cowed sadness -

fair game.

I need to tell you
I am not him,
only a disposable shadow of him,
yet I am available
in a room somewhere,

a rented space
to practice a disgrace.

We could both be company
for this longing,
both temporarily plugged in,

but not into each other....

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Home You Bastards

Are we the same species living
flaming bright but for a moment
weeping laughing in our turn
before the altars now and ancient

and frightened of frigid border
breaking glass covering our fear
we shouted with a rabble rousing
home you bastards you're unwelcome here

yes we once the strangers cowed
now cover the ears of children
in case they believe such evil dwells
in parks in temples in civic building...

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Sits there and judges.
How dare you mock me!
Do you think I have time 
to perfect smocked sleeves?
Turned down collars
Frilly blouses
Pleats wrinkle-free.

You are redundant
No longer of use
Except as a doorstop
Or in self-defence.

I will not be cowed
By your flat, grey face.
I glory in chaos,
Crumpled cottons and lace.
I shy from the conservative
Perfectly straight
We will not have flatness
Except on our plates.
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A friend said, rather smugly,
you can't be "pretty ugly";
and where is the good,
and what is the likelihood
of one being "clearly misunderstood"?

An expression he's also dismissing
(or as kids say, "dissing"),
is so silly: "found missing".
And you can bet money
no one is "seriously funny".

Few people are ever cowed,
or have to get loud,
speaking to a "small crowd",
and (sorry if it's crass):
what exactly is "liquid gas"?...

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Beauty in the heart of darkness

Walking in the crowd
Clothed in a shroud
Shouting all aloud
Not minding if it's allowed
Wanting to be proud
Never to be cowed
It's beauty in the heart of darkness
Swimming in the pool of gladness
Who can rid it of its sadness?
Or who can cure it of its madness?
When faced with barrenness
Ever craving for sweet melody
Never praying for a tragedy
Seeking endlessly a remedy
To all forms of malady...

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I'm weaker than you
And just as frightened.
I have cowed and hoarded
While you braved harsh years
Holding back nothing.

Your pilgrimage cannot be appropriated or diluted
You journey to please No One but your Gods.
You understood from fledgling human connaissance
Your body and extended Body are but vessels
That They may guide your soul.

I don't know how to help you
And in my cowardice
Believe I can't 

Sail ye on, you are the glory that They dream....

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If

If I choose not to see their atrocities
does it make me complicit
If I turn my head, close my eyes
Am I innocent or part of it
And if I stand to shake and shiver
No damned use to life and cause
My mouth dry my knees buckled
Mumbling, not I, not I, it's the law
If I cannot kill, you kill me anyway
And others follow on that line
We with nothing left or done
We, the silent, and the dying
We
Train of humanity
Cowed and careful
Cold and
Dreadful
We...

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