Short Free Range Poems

B    A    R    N
D    O    O    R
O    P    E    N
W    I    D    E...

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The plump hen grunted
Having popped her morning free range
No egg on her face...

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deer munch on branches 
chickens run wild through yard 
husband streaks through house...

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feeding the chickens
gathering their eggs free range
   strawberries in bloom



posted on June 6, 2018...

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red hens on the town
                             girls night out   ladies choice
                             free range chickens...

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10 reps of Haiku curls
10 reps of Irish Ballad presses
3X5 paragraphs of trenchant prose
5X Lyrical lunges
Last 5 minutes: Free range editing gut check...

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Constantly aware that I should change
Be more normal, a little less strange
An authentic mind
To myself be kind
Just accept the fact that I'm free range...

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A farmer who was looking for change
Produced limericks that were free-range
He achieved great success
His limericks were best
And gluten-free -isn't that strange?...

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Freed a dozen hens today
 For a week or so
 $2 (additional) the price of freedom
 On the supermarket shelves
 Even though I may pontentially
 Have stolen all their children...

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(to be read to the tune of Papa was a rolling stone)


Papa was a rolling egg
Wherever he laid a hen chicks were made
And when he flied-
The coop you know was left undone....

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Free Range


                   We all love the thought
                   no fences against the wolves
               the sheep are frantic


                GINSU-KNIFE      EASTPORT , MAINE   USA...

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Where no ponies free ranged, I dreamt to break and wrangle paints.
            Where ponies bent, broke and bridled, I dreamt to hang away my spurs.
                 Where no ponies free range, I have no spurs and wrangle paints....

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Chickens are funny 
In so many ways
Barnyard clowns for sure
Pecking and clucking
Fighting over feed

Some are road kill
Suicidal
Kamikaze
Free range chickens

White feathers
Golden beaks
Staring eyes

Barnyard
Cackling
Magic

Chicks...

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We are blighted wards
Sordid, trepidatious scars
Haven's wall too darkly far
Eden's thornbush guards
Caught behind our safety bars
Still, we count the free range stars

4/02/20

For 'Pick a Title - Vol 15 - Sedoka' contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
theme: symbiosis...

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I’m just a free-range wino on the lam,
A low-rent resident of any circus tent 
Accepts me as the reprobate I am.
I don’t speak Texan and I don’t intend to,
But I’ll pretend to be a rodeo clown.
I’ve got a box of bad intentions.
Gonna drink that vino down.
In vino veritas....

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There was once a gal named Sally Sue
    who liked to swim wearing just two red shoes
             folk thought it was strange 
               she said it’s free-range
      Her red shoes vanished, she’s  sad and blue
























Alexis Y.
7-31-2020...

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Foxes ruffle feathers
 
Blame bunny for raid on hen house.

Bunny claims “Easter” privilege.

Rainbow coalition boycotts eggs.

Media scrambles to cover story.

Free range chickens running amok.

Roosters union demands investigation.

Search party to assemble at daybreak.


John G. Lawless
4/1/2021...

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Le Cordon Bleu sommelier in the know
Discussed wine pairing with patrons aglow
"What does your order include?"
"Roast turducken frankenfood"
"Then I recommend a dry Portmanteau!"






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6/19/2020

This is an example of one of my free-range limericks.  Click on the pic to see the others.  Cheers!...

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growing up
we now have
a son who is
compared to
a free range
chicken

he is muscular
skateboarding
cycling around
and karate but
he did go off the
grid and without

cooping up 
or telling what
was thought
to be our fence
he took German
in defense and

attacked with
tacking a flank
blitzkrieg upon
his wall and last
of all he knew to
let his hair grow 

L
O
N
G
E
R...

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Gardening
I untangle your heart's stubble

all the bumps along the road
smoothing out the rough edges of mine

you've asked me to stop loving
way too much

yet time planted it through the years
within the depths of my being

each one counts as wild
in the free-range planet

we are untamed gardens
crevices in which life can find its way.

Written: May 12, 2023...

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A bewildered alphabet
Struggles
To form words
Its letters tumble
Through the turbulence
Of thought’s tyranny
Syllables scamper sillily
In search of Iambs
Stretching the seams
Of ill-fitted suits
As punctuation ponders its place
Lost in a colonic comma coma
As the meters peter out
Amid the harsh drumming
Of repetitive endings
Thus, do the letters taunt
the free range haunts
of cage free thought
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Let them run free
these words
seeking escape
giddily chattering
scritch-scritch-scritching 
in the idle emptiness
of a clear space
struggling for recognition
in a close order inspection
wary of the controls
of punctuation’s interruptions

Free them
Lest some “rooster” crow
“tain’t right”
They should sit
these words
in clustered pens
unheard unread unspoken
but for one
who marks his passing
with a trail of Free Range Verse

John g. Lawless
©1/25/2022...

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The ocean, ours; the wild hammock,
ours; sand dunes, ours; walking the pipeline,

ours; serendipity in a time of liberty, ours
We had the sea when it was free,

the Fort, the Port, and around the bend
of our treasure island, free range

to a South End of untarnished beauty--
never a thought that that could change.

And, YES, Lord, we did swim nude,
because we could in cover dark

of no full moon --not about sex
in our Annabel kingdom,

but freedom.
Freedom!...

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Chickens run out in front of my car daily. Trying to be killed.
Yes, I am always putting the flag on my car at half-mast. 
They are free range, and they are fast. They are also dumb.
I do the best I can to not run over them. But they are fast. 

They live with the farmer behind the fence, over the hill.
I do not know him, but I do not think he wants to know me. 
They live with goats, and a horse, and a couple of bunnies.
The one I ran over today makes number forty-three....

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god forbid
some people
cried and some
people sighed how 
but not just how but why

am i
it seems
delinquent
or delinquently
casting out my son

to a world
where weird
faults are found
in every thing even
how your child thinks

where
where were
where were the
parents parentally

think
about
changes that
may have come
from chicken Mc

Nuggets
to Chick-fil-
A or processed
patties that can
but not pass the FDA

i
i am
proud
to say that
my son is free range...

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