Short Livestock Poems
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The nudging to kill farm livestock off
Is resulting in vetanarians in the U K
Leaving their vital posts.'
No more to add, this government is
Beyond sad.'
He knelt upon dry dirt
A farmer raised his eyes.
Dear Lord, I can’t go on.
My land is a dust bowl.
My livestock pass away.
I beg—Please Let it Rain.
I. April 6, 2022
Cows, fowl on road
Not by will, with pigs - business -
Of life and death
II April 6, 1652
From Holland, van Riebeeck
Europe's willing men, to Good Hope
Good, bad, near Robben Island
Those chickens commit harra-kiri daily said Nan
Of free-range livestock with beaks, she was not a great fan
How do they do it? Asked her cousin curious Scar
Easy; they run out in the road, in front of my car
lay down with lion
Ireland livestock
Australian Shepherd
fleecy fluffy flocks
super soft t-shirts
lovely babies
born in the spring
Amish afghan
Mennonite wool
Montana
New Zealand
Australia
wooly
coarse haired
lamb
driving home
on old country roads
brings back lots of memories
old forgotten friends and family members
days of growing up
and taking Sunday drives
looking at the countryside's,
livestock and visiting
friends and family
along the way
“Sometimes you will never know the value of something, until it becomes a memory.”
~ Dr. Seuss
a freedom nation
lost it all for insurance
we became livestock
Edward J Ebbs - August 9, 2015
Written for a Contest, Dr. Seuss Quote Prompt
They were originally installed to scare livestock off of the road,
but now they're used simply because people don't have any self control.
If I had my way I'd remove every horn from every automobile.
They now only add to the noise pollution that none of us need to hear.
A life In the land of Hay and livestock
A life not so glorious
Nights of little sleep
Days stripped of life
Waking early to feed the chickens
Harvesting crops and preparing for the long winters to come
Left with nothing but aching bones and Ready to start again tomorrow
Where is the shepherd
Who left behind his livestock
At the Lover's Seat?
The hired hand sleeps
Inattentive to the flock
The sheep go their way
They are unaware
There is danger near the cliffs
Though the grass is sweet
Where is the Shepherd
Will he retrieve his people
From the Sinner's Seat?
The basilisk, that feathery serpent, shalt zeal and mealy diners shall burn the fat livestock until englutted but this arrowhead does not deter unless one such valiant god strums that homage to be paid in ringlets, like golden peaks that drip flaming golden wax, the climb is taxing but preeclampsia is not unmatched.
A pregnant ewe
With a prolapsed uterus
And the lambing season
Hasn't even begun
Such are the problems
That confront us here on the farm
As we tend the livestock
Till the land and plant seeds,
Waiting for the harvest to arrive.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2021
9/8/21
in 1978 just trying to survive
newly-released pumas numbering five
attacked livestock in Cornwell
terrorizing remote farms where cattle dwell
labeled murderous beasts of Bodmin Moor
devouring animals, this was no folklore
pets released upon an unknowing countryside
when these cats were hungry, there was no place to hide
Tilling the fields ‘neath a hot blazing sun
Removing the weeds when the rain's pouring down
Baling the hay in the heat and humidity
Breathe the dust of the chicken coop, abject humility
A farmer’s right proud of his livestock and crops
He tends them and serves them ‘till the day that he drops
L-et Friday the thirteenth
E-liminate the 'bad luck';
A-llow the January jinx to end,
H-oping to produce livestock.
C-oal clouds, haze, and mist
A-re all nowhere in sight;
P-ouring rain Thursday
I-s fading into the dark night.
L-et your heart have the faith,
L-ove and trust in heaven;
A-llow the sky to bring
R-apture to Friday the thirteenth.
Agrarian....agriculture
wet and dry affecting bolster
basic grain pre-market commodity
dispersal targets rift uncommonly
Feedstock fodder higher priced
milk,egg,cheese will future thrice
upkeep livestock feel the strain
lack of grain...we'll all feel the pain
Corn,wheat,rice and soybean
hot potato money machine
pass the buck absorb the cost
surcharge tacked as all not lost
At pasture's edge
the last Tansy*
sheds it's blossoms
Common tansy is also known as golden buttons and garden tansy. Common tansy was introduced from Europe into colonial North America in the 1600s as an ornamental plant and for medicinal uses. Ironically, common tansy contains alkaloids that are toxic to humans and livestock if consumed in large quantities. ~ravallirepublic.com
Norman’s snowman decided to hit the road
he was disgusted by his current frosty abode
I am leaving tonight at eight, he told Norm and me.
He said he was heading toward Livestock, Tennessee
I heard later that he melted along the way
His parts were scraped off the sixty-seven highway
We had warned him not to go, begged him to stay
Let that be a lesson to you Norm said to his new snowwoman, Kay
Chew beans?
BLUE jeans
Chew grass?
Cow gas...
*Cows and other livestock cause 18% of the damage to the ozone layer; ranking 2nd only to carbon dioxide…Freon from air conditioners, etc. contribute far less than either of these. I suppose we should consider ourselves lucky that livestock do NOT include beans in their diet...THAT would indeed be a case of:
Tragic
Magic...
1/10/2015
Tim Ryerson
What can we do to avoid further mess
as our indulgent ways cause climate stress?
Seems we’ve a problem with our livestock gas,
the methane from the digestion of grass.
With see-o-two it joins there in the blue
and making much worse mankind’s evil brew.
Is it not time that we stop eating meat
and change to a climate friendly diet?
Perhaps we longer be carnivore
and return to our roots as herbivore.
Chicken lover woman was engaged to Tom.
He was a chick lover, who got sent to Viet Nam.
When he did not return, she took over his farm.
She knew nothing of livestock, but what was the harm?
She fell in love with his chicks. Their peeps were a delight.
They kept her happy, they made her feel all right.
She was doing what Tom wanted to do when they were wed.
So, she wore chicks everywhere, even on her head.
Daisy bugs and butterfly juices
Garden magic. Lemon deuces.
Fresh rose petals all around.
Fat finger curls so sassy and sound.
Black patent leather shoes
Spit and polished.
Here is the news.
60’s are dead. 70’s are gone.
80’s retro. 90’s a throng.
Cannot relate to anything now.
Living in a livestock barn with goats and one cow.
Meadow magic delighting me.
Going to Hallelujah land.
All I can be...
How many flowers is Whimsy wearing today?
This was said in a cheerful way, merry and gay.
I have no idea, but she looks pretty of course.
This was agreed upon by the sheep and the horse.
Whimsy was the pet of the barnyard, friend to all.
They loved her happy disposition, she lived in one stall.
The livestock kept her safe, the cow fed her fresh milk.
Today she was garbed in a plethora of flowers, most of them silk.
the dark woods 'round
fed by hallowed hell fires,
blasphemous bells toll
echoes of satan's ire.
lifeless loves, livestock & lifestyle lulled
dolefully to sleep,
dust to dust
as we all must.
will i, peaceful & saved
in God's earthen hands be laid?
surely, lest to some devil is given the spade.
for evil hearts i yet weep,
as pure souls can savage demons surround.
did christ forsee a cauldron from the calvary mound?
We’ve been in a tiny box
Since we were born
Reading many books
Living in an illusion
Tired of being in a tiny box
Being pushed and squeezed
Seeing many tricks
By those who are privileged
We’re still in that tiny box
Dreaming of the new world
Where we can see our livestock
Grazing on the grass in a field
The most difficult questions
Will be answered by children
No more complex deceptions
All the pain will be forgotten