Short Cows Poems
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When a human soldier's slain in battle
like so many cattle,
he's called a hero in defeat
while cattle are called meat.
Cows relaxing on summer days.
Leisurely gathered under a shady elm canopy.
Simply carefree as can be.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Arouse Cows
Are when's, where's, now's and how's,
Of God's that everyone He does arouse,
And us amaze;
Him do praise;
We may have been with herds of cows.
Jim Horn
Well Halleluyay and all that stuff
Where did life go I was promised more guff
With headaches galore
Sure wasn't a bore
Had ups and downs as cows on the bus
Oh, those black and white Texas cowhides!
Highly revered in some cultures,
Supplier of milk and beef
Companion for 4-H
Curious and fun,
Red, black or blotched
Or dairy
Jersey
Cow
Good morning Frank yes is still cold now,
have to take to bed a cow,
just watch the farting cow pies (manure)thou,
come summer might need a plough!
wot nah shyte...
Don Johnson 3-aug-11
Here's a humorous fact about moo cows
They moo in an accent from the region they chow
Mind blowing if true
Dug it up just for you
Big guffaws this hilarious tidbit it allows!
What is a cow but our friend?
We use them from end to end,
Their flesh becomes our meat,
With their hides, we pad our seat,
So, we all should ask God every day,
"Please never take our cows away."
Form:
“Milking the situation” is from a long-ago age
“Milking the cows” from our agricultural heritage
Some phrases hang on
Though some are long gone
Some remain in our lexicon though we've turned the page
Have you ever done something till the cows come home
A thing comes to mind immediately, involves many moans
What are YOU thinking
Methinks I have an inkling
It involves two torsos and ignoring your iPhones
When a Norwegian cow passes gas
They want to tax the gas from its ‘ass’
A cow passes 4 tonnes of methane each year
Just imagine the stink from its rear!!!!
Thanks for the inspiration Anne Lise ***
Jan Allison
31st March 2016
As i languish in your lunar lick
moonbows hovering in petrol scented skims
coping with copious crescent chapters
Fooling its full face with greying mists that etch like moving scars and wrinkles
Sat in your light, keep me watching while slowly stealing seconds
bells tinkle gently
I’m trapped in a cup
watching cows in spring
loamy Earth beneath
ceramic walls crack
moo-ing opens base
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Contest : Standard : Trapped in a Tableau
Sponsor : Nette Onclaud
Placed : 4th : March 26
I hate corn kerneled poo
Dogs in a zoo
Horse resourced glue
I do.
And I hate you.
I hate piss from a jar
Crashing my car
A stinky cigar
It's true.
And I hate you.
I hate heartworms in cats
Cow pats for hats
Popsicle rats
They're ewww.
And I hate you.
She was the cat’s meow
But yet she cried bow-wow
Bow-wow-meow is the place I drink milk moo-moo
Not mine skirt apparel I’m the ballerina in the tutu
Whom am I to cry out, when in my throat I shout NOW
11/17/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Cows of the Month, we're here!
This is a badge of honor, my dears,
Trophy of the year, hear, hear,
Once we were 'good little girls',
Now Cows of the Month do twirl,
Excuse me, what did you call me?
The basics, good manners for tea!
Cows of the Month, hear, hear,
It's trophy of the year, my dears!
hot crusted bread speaking truths
labouring backs bent over ovens
cows chewing cherrywood cuds cosy
what could be more knowing
as Nature spreads tranquility tacit ?
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GOLD PLACEMENT WINNER POEM
Contest : Brevity Poem : Allpoetry August 26
5 words x 5 lines
Prompt: Dispersion
Although
it’s a hard row to hoe
a rough furrow to harrow
and a tough trench to plough
there’s many a meadow to mow
I hereby avow
and tho' it may be news to you
farmers have the need
to sow their seeds
where milkmaids milk the cows
swineherds feed their sows
and shepherds have their pie
and eat it too
in Slough now
What do cows do?
Munch munch grass and moo,
Watch horizons long and blue,
Listen in to insects humming,
Splat fat cow-pats on the dirt.
Cows walk to the dairy in a crowd:
To and fro, to and fro,
Their udders swinging as they go.
They line up for the metal calves
With sucking tubes all disinfected,
Yet cows still seem to sleep contented.
If you give
they can't take and chew
fence for cows
they can taste
if you don't give it
fence for cows
milking cows
This is an easy day
I wrote something this morning
it is hard
to make sentences flow
softly, like the narrow river
where I sat transfixed for hours
doing absolutely nothing
I saw a baby trout looking at me
swim away, it had other
things on the mind
perhaps a juicy worm
A holler from the farm
go get the cows home they
need milking
islams a religion of peace and love
that's why it bombed my Pentagon
that's why it blatently cut off the head
of my friend now long dead...
Who by the way never hurt anyone
a prodigal son, in the words of the Stones,
islams a religion of truth and Love
It does not need Christ nor anyone
Kill and you will go to heaven now
islams a Cow
graydye The God Poet
They say;
They can be milked to bring the flavor of life
Milk the breasts of a woman and you get loving adoration
They are also like a well of life
That nourishes young babies
From the womb
They say,
Breasts are a man’s balls
To play with in a game of love
It depends on who catches the ball and kicks
It right for a win only
Breasts are our mother nature
The source of life and wisdom
No cows to look at
I hear the truck traffic
Everything changes like clouds
The page this poem is on burns
Coming from the funeral with friends
Talking on the telephone
No trucks to grind their gears
I hear the minute hand moving
Birds and people inhabit the earth
A black bear inhabits the earth, too
A rock in the sun
Calligraphy brush
In a mind there is apocalypse
No one can hear it
(letters to my presido-elect): ii
the dregs
of the libations
enticing the gods
upon the shrines
of the uncurbed squander
of the treasuries –
o, the squander
of earth’s roots!
& the kins sigh
as the mothers cry
for the fathers lie
in the tombs
the untimely tombs
of countless days –
& the uncurbed coronations
of the cows
reached the pompous limits:
the roof of native skies!
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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