Short Oxen Poems

river in full spate
yoke of oxen wade calmly
confident farmer...

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In semi-arid 
     oxen graze  the mirages
       of apparent plants...

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Cumulus steam blot
Capsule void hordes (inclined path)
Needle oxen fields...

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Generation X
Audio neon hell rat
Barren sin afoot

Granite oxen
No hole under a tail
Stone for a brain...

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Marriage is a two-edged sword
   One end brandished by your overlord

     ~ At the other, your oxen gored...

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Corduroy blue sky
Sprinkles magic dust
In the crystal air
Orange-yellow poppies
Refuse to close their eyes,
While the blue oxen plow
The olive green fields, 
East of Eden...

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Sam walks like an ox with his gunny-box,
Naughty children count the holes in his crocs.
Some say there are ten large spots,
Others say they're like gun-shots.
Sam thinks they are praising his oxen-walks.

23 June 2021...

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SPECIAL    WORDS


Animals have their special words
Birds don’t gather in herds
Hippy-fox sex doesn’t happen in a fox-in
Oxen don’t gather in flocks-en
But whales do gather in schools 

. . . . And raindrops do gather  in pools...

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.
One
Man 
Prophet
Elijah
Spoke direct to God
God told him anoint Elisha
Elijah passed Elisha plowing cast mantle on him
Twelve men plowing oxen; Elisha was last in line said let him tell his parents goodbye

(Based on 1 Kings 19: 19-21)...

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Harvest yielding
The orange flesh of
The tubular yams
Blushing cherry-red
The blue oxen
Pulling the 
Farmer's plow
When we spotted
The early bend
In the road and
The quiet noise
Listening to
Something else
Bound for home...

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Sitting round the table with my glass in hand,
Thoughts come into my ear
I sense that world out there and go,
Foot places set, cleared and fair.
Oxen, lambs, bird and song
Time places things in front of us
And we have that moment to expound.
Dear afterthought !...

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An ox is a persistent ploughman
    he sets his shoulder to the task
  Not knowing what he's up against
    for no question can he ask

  Big machines can do his job
    in almost no time, even less ~
  Are we all 21st century oxen
    at the mercy of progress...

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Laborer and oxen are drawn
to slumber and to toil.
trodden fields of dawn
through basalt seeded soil.

A consistent daily chore
broken and blistered skin
farming out of folklore
the spirit from within.

An iron age passes by,
ploughed by tools of wood

Faces etched, livelihood.

(The traditional farmers of Nicaragua)...

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How many times must I climb this tree
When the tree doesn't have any leaves
Playing hide and seek
Ollie Ollie Oxen Free
Outtie outtie let's be free
Oly olly oxen tree 
All-y all-y all set free
All-Ye All-Ye In Come Free 
Olly olly in come free, ally alley 
Do you really see me up in this tree

by James Edward Lee Sr.
4/17/18...

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The walk down freshly gravel road
kicking up stones seeing how far they roll.
Note a huge ox cart pulling heavy load
of dried kindling and dark black coal.

The ox cart struggles over new laid stone
with its immensely oversized cart lade.
Oxen soon tire as they heave and moan
kicking up stones on the downgrade.

Copyright © 2011  By Caryl S. Muzzey...

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The long road to happiness is paved with hecatombs of little joys! 








© Demetrios Trifiatis
   23 December 2019

* In ancient Greece,  in order to thank God for a favor received , 
People sacrificed one hundred oxen which they  called Hecatomb .
Pythagoras after discovering the Pythagorean  theorem sacrificed 
an hecatomb to thank God for the Inspiration....

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Wagons packed, gunny sacked

                                  Wheat flour, beans, preserves

                        Wild nature sojourning

                              Worn axles, oxen, health

             Winter weather challenge

                       Wealth aspiring visions

     Wonder-filled golden hills


5-10-2021
Plieades W Contest
Sponsor: Kim Merryman...

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yet
     and still
            like the longhorns on the hill
                         laugh along, laugh a lot
                                   like yak and oxen at the thought

                            "donkey climbs the tree,
                                kicks an apple with his knee,
                    knocks a pigeon from the sky 
             and hides his body in the sea."
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Meticulous melancholy Moody 
Molly had a mole.

On her belly melon CHOCOLATE
Jelly swelly

Molly Maloy was her name.
Long grew her mane.

Called her melancholy Molly 
Olly olly olly oxen free

Molly had a twin named Dolly 
Dolly was a dream. Dazzling
Dimpley delightful.  Dolly
Could she scream especially
Exciteful .

Something and something
Else. Those two

Dolly and Molly 
Spry and coy

Molly and Dolly 
Sigh and joy...

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While volcanoes rehearse to show their teeth
lovers shouting from the well of the house
wave broken condoms rather than broken trust

conflate dissent on self-erasing slates
and prove worse than the old oxen 
long following circuitous ways

billowing opposition, discalced defenders

they all assert superior dishonesty
sell cheap what is most dear or make
offences of new affections

I carry the tomb of unburied days


--R K Singh...

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Like me,
 my Poetry is far from perfect
  —a verbal oxen gored

Like me, 
 my words are often frail and broken
  —still crying to be heard

In me, 
 the message has found its student
  —to humbly expound

In me, 
 the truth can accept a birthmark
  —for a promise more profound

Unto me,
 the burden is left to finish
   —my life to pledge headlong

Unto me,
  the words now free, unsentenced
    —change imperfectly to song

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)...

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Like me,
 my Poetry is far from perfect,
 —a verbal oxen gored

Like me, 
 my words are often frail and broken,
 —still crying to be heard

In me, 
 the message has found its student,
 —to very humbly expound

In me, 
 the truth can accept a birthmark,
 —for a promise more profound

Unto me,
 the burden is left to finish,
 —my life to pledge headlong

Unto me,
  the words now free—unsentenced,
  change imperfectly to song

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)...

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