#cow
There once was a cow from Calcutta
Who mooed with a st-st-st-stutta:
She'd m-m-m-MOO
At the passing Hindoo
Who'd milk her and churn some b-butta.
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 11:52 PM UTC
I never saw a purple cow;
I never saw a blue one;
But I can tell you anyhow,
I'd rather chew than ***** one.
Apr 7, 2025
Apr 7, 2025 at 7:34 PM UTC
The cow knows mow,
the dog knows ho-ho,
the cat knows mew-mew.
Each sings the Name
in its own tongue of breath and fur.
Each praises what it is,
without need to understand.
But I
I know nothing.
And that, too,
is a secret of knowing.
For when the cup is empty,
it can receive the wine.
When the heart forgets its lessons,
it remembers the Beloved.
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 10:30 PM UTC
As a child, I milked
cows with Harry Outerwoods --
Who remembers him?
Jul 13, 2025
Jul 13, 2025 at 3:31 AM UTC
Alone in my house,
being enclosed by the fog --
A cow is mooing.
Jul 12, 2025
Jul 12, 2025 at 3:15 AM UTC
He sniffs, grazing
he comes closer
Only the birds watch
Warm breath explores
the skin of my desire
I smell what it does to him
Carefully he licks me
I let go of the world
My body trembles
in my consciousness, nameless
in his eyes, this is real
Not romance
Jun 16, 2025
Jun 16, 2025 at 2:27 AM UTC
Discontent: standing
like a cow in driving rain --
your *** to the wind.
Jan 26, 2025
Jan 26, 2025 at 4:17 AM UTC
In one of
my many
lifetimes, when
I was a child,
my dad had a
sprawling stretch
of land in
Missouri.
He had 200
head of cattle.
We used to run
the cows we
bought at auction
through this
shoot with wooden
beams that closed
on their necks.
My stepmom took
this gun-like object
and put an orange
tag in their ear.
My brother and I used
to play with this black and
white steer.
We called him old #56
because of the number on
his tag.
We chased him, and then he
chased us.
I felt bad for
him, the tag in
his ear.
I talked to my
dad about it.
He said if the steer
ever got lost,
we could find him.
I felt good about that.
I didn't want to lose him.
One night
the following summer,
we were sitting down for
dinner.
I hadn't seen
old #56 for a while.
I asked Dad where
he was.
He didn't say anything.
We were having
t-bone steaks.
As I write this,
my black and white
kitten, Bukowski,
bites at the pen and
tries to wrestle my
wrist as it moves across
the paper.
I'm glad that he
isn't a steer.
Feb 21, 2024
Feb 21, 2024 at 2:44 PM UTC
The cow looks beyond,
maybe at the evening light --
mirrored in her eye.
Oct 13, 2022
Oct 13, 2022 at 2:55 AM UTC
I suspect a cow
in the meadow at night, there --
the black spots that move.
Oct 12, 2022
Oct 12, 2022 at 2:14 AM UTC
Like a precious stone
in the landscape of her skin:
the eye of the cow.
Oct 11, 2022
Oct 11, 2022 at 3:09 AM UTC
- How to slice you chickens? asked the cow.
My hooves can't hold the knife...
How to **** all their fun or their sorrows?
My blade won't fit my grip...
These hooves, useless to our need!
You turned me into a sloppy cow!
Feb 11, 2021
Feb 11, 2021 at 3:02 AM UTC
I fatten the cow
And drink her milk
To wash down
Her baby's flesh
And she loves me even now
As I squeeze her *******
Her milk allows
It feels like silk
Because I fattened the cow
To drink her milk
Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 7:51 PM UTC
Cows graze in the grass
Caterpillars eat leaves
Humans ate the whole world
Turning God’s oasis into a feast
Aug 27, 2020
Aug 27, 2020 at 9:20 PM UTC
From a distant village, where forest lining the edges, where nature dancing with wild rhythms, where human existence have usual conflicts with minacious wild life, I bought an unparagoned cow.
superbious gait
she glimmered in bright spotlight -
wild domestic breed
In that romantic night, where moon shy to pop out from behind the murky clouds, the queen in the cowshed spend her first night with the howling songs of dogs.
croaking frog's sonnets
blended with loud fearful barks -
greeted the new guest
As the symphony of greetings continued the night and the night after, I was puzzled and forced to look around to meet a vacant sky and under it the haunting darkness.
predawn darkness stood
a veil to my eyes hiding
mysteries of night
Unable to squirrel the burden of anxieties of my quizzical mind, I decided to stay awake to watch the cowshed and my cow under a splendid moonlit night.
mask of truth divulge
laurels stirred in fiery force -
a fine leopard leaped
My abstentious legs dragged back the fleeing heart, and I was rooted trembling as a pole left alone in a cyclone eye.
watchful twinkling eyes
stem the course to silent cow -
fearless mother licked
Astonished to saw the nonchalant cow, licking the beast same her calf, I decided to rend the skies for the jewels of truth behind this precious spectacle of love.
beast lost his wildness
under legs of licking cow -
Leopard lied there low
I took an assiduous journey back to her previous owner with the imagery of a leopard cherished by their benign cow, where I was welcomed by the most baffling story of motherhood.
the truth rushed at last
shivered reminiscence –
fed curious mind
Once a female Leopard lost her way to the erf of human dominance and suffered a pitiful end in their retiform, but before she touched the sacred stream of serenity, a baby was born to the hands of her pursuer.
crying cub was fetched
from dying womb to the barn -
cow turned loving mam
Until the baby Leopard transformed to riotous youth, the halcyon mother cow fed him directly from his teats of love and then one day he was transferred to a faraway forest as an avowal of the law of land.
objections obliged
mother and her son parted -
but distance was dim
Hither to, on every darkest hours of silent nights, the different son visited her foster mother to share his adventures in the distant wild and to cherish the beauty of motherly love and it continues even the mother was transported to another house as the uncouth son followed her to her new abode.
trembled with pleasure
flower of truth opened soft -
fine fragrance of love
Aug 5, 2020
Aug 5, 2020 at 3:51 AM UTC
Sometimes it's nice to be lost in your own thoughts.
But I've been lost for to long.
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 5:59 PM UTC
The cows look at me
as if they ask me: are you –
living without grass?
Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 3:33 AM UTC
My gorgeous cow, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way your frightened and weak,
Invading my mind night and day through the night,
Always dreaming about the quiet sheikh.
Let me compare you to a contender?
You are more aloft, profound and intense.
Sad frost nips the robins of December,
And wintertime has the incidental expense.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate yours ****** attitude, legs and eyes.
Thinking of for you is the baleful reprise.
Now I must away with a pensive heart,
Remember my rammed words whilst we’re apart
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 12:31 PM UTC
A black Cow grazes,
in the midst of a Hayfield,
in the Summer air.
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 9:26 PM UTC
She was flying
The crows were flying
They were so hunger
Or they wanted to hunter
They chased her faster
Like a cat chased the fatter
Rabbit and he finally screamer
From losing hope or failure
As the man wanted to work
He was off by the manger
All west and east were narrower
He lost his aim
Until he found a plane
A sign from the heaven
Do not fill at swirl
They were chasing
One was catching
And flying with her
She was screaming
Help, help, no one was answering
She was discovering
The help was not being
Gained except by the using
Your inner force that will be the gaining
Suddenly, she was not fearing
Suddenly she was converting
As the huge monster appearing
She attacked the nearest
She was pecking
His eye was hurting
With one of her wing
She was aiming at another thing
She was aiming to his long
Tail, and going to his eye
He was downing to the land
She was doing for every one
Until she was downing fast
She was founding a land
In t, she was looking at vent
She was entering
While his owner "rabbit" was running
She was crossing
With many, many rocket, she was carrying
She was throwing at them
They thought she became a wild
They were escaped
There is no failure
Failure is gained
It is the hanger
Of our looser
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 6:34 PM UTC
Never drop kick an alien,
Or they will shoot fudge in your ears,
And nut in your eye.
Then stick a needle in it,
Then stick a probe up your ****** pipes.
Nobody wants those things done to them, so I advise that you don’t **** off the alien that took you from your planet.
Oh **** the E Mother ******* T is at it again,
Stealing cows and ****
Running the farmers out of business.
What do they need the cows for anyway.
Is their planet running out of milk or something?
Are their women not producing enough ***** milk for baby alien lips or something?
Makes me so mad that I want to drop kick an alien....
But I need to keep it together,
Because I know what they will do to me if I do.
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 5:43 PM UTC
Everything eventually comes to an end
Upon stage actors curtsy and take a bow
The show is over, down with the lights
Away with the chickens, away with the cow
Good night stars and good night moon
The end
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 7:12 PM UTC
One day a cowboy was asked by his mystified neighbor how he’d gotten his herd to grow exponentially, seemingly overnight. The cowboy generously provided another detail about the phenomenon: “Whenever I get upset, my herd seems to multiply.”
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 6:06 PM UTC