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Tex Dermott Jun 2015
The hens were sleeping
A crisp cool breeze was blowing
And the full moon shinned
The chicken snakes crept inside
To begin their feast
Then one of them fell in love
His cold evil heart
Was struck by Cupid's arrow
He licked the hen's beak
She awoke and fear overcame
The farmer heard screams
And all the chicken snakes fled
That is all but one
While trying to win her love
The farmer chopped his head off
md-writer May 2015
there is no true end to anything
for every moment
is the beginning
of something new

after the egg,
a chicken
after the chicken,
chicken soup

and after the soup comes something new.
just a small thought





in a big world
but i think we should think it more often
Grame Rabbit Mar 2015
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        A dandelion-yellow chick
        Lately has lost her smooth white cap
        With edges chipped out tap by tap
And peck by peck and tick by tick.

        She moves with careful steps between
        Her mother's not-too-careful strides,
        And with a careless foot collides,
And falls (kerplunk!) sans any teen.

        Today as small as a mother wren,
        She'll soon outsize a mother dove,
        Then shortly after will she prove        
A natural mother—a mother hen.
        
^ ^
James Jarrett Dec 2014
I often thought about you
And your free range chickens
Being happy on the land
Living life free
Both pecking and scraping
Getting life from the dust
But I didn’t know
That it could never be enough
Tho’ scratch might make some happy
I found out too late
That it wouldn’t do for you
But if I could
Believe me true
I’d bring you chickens
Instead of flowers
To brighten up your room
Written for my 28 Yr. old niece on her deathbed, last year at this time. She never had much of a chance in life and her chickens were the only thing that gave her any peace. I am glad I wrote it, at least I got to see her smile.
Cuddle Bear Apr 2014
Not a poet of all things
But listen to this tale
Glisten to the joy it brings
Or just enjoy me fail

Made this for the girl I love
Her smile non can compare
She is all that I have
Yet she’s been in despair

For you see my fair lads
Life’s been quite unfair
Like a knife to the throat
And a jab to gloat

She lies in her nightmare
Her eyes in sorrow
With tears made by fear
Her spirit shattered and hollow

Scorched, tired and withered
She wishes to leave this place
For she has been tortured
Her happiness to embrace

This is the girl I love
She is all that I have
And all that I want

And If I could spare her pain
I’d be with her till the end of days
Whether suns turn to rain
And the moons reflect my bane

This is the girl I love and
I’ll be with her till the end of her pain

— The End —