Short Milked Poems

Way down on the farm
are cows, shepherds, and cattle
waiting to be milked...

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A place to stay dry
Cows get milked in the early morn
The animals sleep there all night....

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Autumn on the farm,
Cows busy chewing their cuds,
Waiting to be milked.





I love cows!...

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Brackets wealth 
Of people milked
Divides innocent hearts
Multiplies mass sorrows
Adds incurable pains
Subtracts all hopes...

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my bird flew away wind confessed
my beard grew awhite time consoled
my breast cried aloud milked
my breath dried alone choked...

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There was a gent named Hackle
With a temper he’d oft unshackle.
He was known to scream
Uttering curses in a stream
And then pop, snap, and crackle....

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Blue blood horseshoe crab

A million crabs milked
each year for humankind
to detect vaccine contamination.
blue, ghastly, gruesome, repugnant!...

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grazing in
her meadow
her rolling
hills with
patches 
of grass

drinking
from her
watering
hole 
i heavily
walk

stumbling
as my
other
udder
needs
milked...

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There once was a man,
Who carved him a boat.
It was out of the cheese,
That he milked from his goat.
The first one he failed,
So he made him a note.
Never use Swiss,
Because it won’t float!...

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It's late on Friday afternoon
The Sabbath Queen is coming soon
The sun has run her daily course
We've milked the cow and fed the horse
There's only one thing left to do
  ~ With candles lit, bid work adieu...

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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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Fat babies are so cute
Gobbling up applesauce with
Soggy milked cheeks

Giggling with silly faces we make
Munching on every animal
In the jungle of crackers

Only to stick 
Chubbied fingers out far
To intake more...

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Limerick : Once a dainty Milkmaid with hands like lead

Once a dainty Milkmaid with hands like lead
Milked a cow whose one eye was painted red:
She woke up terrified
Thought Dali Pasteurized:
Felt upturned moustache growing through her head!

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014...

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cows... milked by first light
pasture... some moments respite
fresh mushrooms... breakfast

calf's... lambs... foals... goats kids
all milk dependent... from mom's
grateful the kittens

nature providing
sustenance nurturing life
no nurture... no milk
...

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my fingers
in precision
to the rhythm

utter to bucket

i've milked
the goat
and now

have got

the churn
between
my legs

making

butter
but not to 
sauté diced 

onions but to

jump 
for to use 
on the burn

for to sooth

choosing
to cool the 
heat of her

brand...

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To all the Spooks, Ghosts,Goblins and Un-Dead
with milked-out guts
and spill-opened heads
we unwelcome you
and hope you enjoy being dead~
may your nights
be filled with the cold of THRILL
and may your bones rattle with
the sounds of the night
TRICK-OR-TREAT
GIVE ME SOMETHING GOOD
TO EAT~ and HAppY hALLOWeeN.......

aka:lyricvixen...

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The ink on my diploma
still wet
I lived on my grandparent's farm
for the summer
Their day began with roosters crowing and 
ended at sundown
In between those two bookends of the day
cows were milked
crops were tended
chickens were fed
hay was cut and baled
real people creating real food
for real people


[Imagist form]

Written 13 Dec 2020...

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Our leader
 walking majestically
down the RED carpet
 with unfulfilled campaign promises- -
milked money from treasury
 for the benefit of the few- -
wondering the authority we gave
 our leader to carry out better policies
  after winning the election
How long shall we wait for a better situation?

chipepo lwele
PS;special dedication to anyone aspiring for 
leadership...

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I said, “You’re the cream of the crop!”
You called me your buttercup.
Emotions churned.
I milked the situation for all its worth,
As my dreams sat splendid before me.
Then, your life spilled out into the world,
And I became unwanted;
A container of spoiled passion
And curdled desires.
You dashed my hopes,
Leaving behind, 
The tracks of you,
and Bessie.
That old cow!...

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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...

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I am just a brain 
Waiting to be cracked at

I am just a body
Waiting to be looked at
To be used, abused and milked 
Like a domestic wild pet

I love the way that you look at me
I am using my body
As I am positioning my brain
Shouting my lung out with silence
For your eyes to hear me 

I'm convulsing inwards 
As my own rib cage trying to break apart
Come on in and save me from myself...

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unseen thoughts of misery 
haunt her brain cells
breakdown in her dreams, 
wall of wonderland
demolished
she is tip-toeing through the pricking comments 
love of a black hole she attracts milked stars
honeyfied, the sun be a queen of her galaxy 
burning, turning men into ashes 
she loves not of feelings
but atoms, matter 

an ocean 
most men drown in her eyes 
8 hours to touch her ocean bed
7 falls 8 stand...

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Still grotesquely afloat
Belly ready to bloat
His last meal A Milked Oat
And then hard rowed a boat
But with a shot was downed
And the next thing was drowned!

His harsh look watchers note
And at it his foes gloat
And ample time devote
The perplexed by A Quote
He could not learn by rote …

Nor read what scholars wrote.

Rather in love with oat
And enthused about coat …

Now, helpfully The Drowned
For Book-free underground....

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if the span of your attention
was a mighty mountain range
along its length and side to side
would you think it strange
if lines wre drawn upon you
by some men of lilliput
that they might rule along you
from overhead to foot
would you heave with laughter
would you split your sides
would your cheeks run wet with tears
milked from the salty tides
or would you shake them from you
erasing every line
and bid them live along you
in harmony divine...

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I once knew a boy,
without guile and innocent.
We milked the cow
 and goats together,
and as we worked,
we made up stories
of the secret life
of the cow,
and how
she was a sort of
super hero,
a bovine 007,
world traveler,
when we weren't
watching her.
Then one day,
the boy disappeared.
Perhaps,
some synapse
short circuited,
or some
unspoken incident.
Some one else
was in his place.
Abducted, possessed?
I never saw the boy
again....

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