"cattles" poems - Hello Poetry

i was born with a scent of wild flowers in the air, the smell of wood-fires, and the cooking *** I was born to be proud of the blacked badge of my skin. my first tears flowed from the sting of smoke from the pain of the thorns in my naked small feet. How i hated , at first the long hours, herding cattles Shift_But i loved the hills And the river-when it gave me fish! i learned to listen To the song of birds To watch the colours of down and sunset I learn to love The land that gave me my own black badge The badge of Africa

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Aug 17, 2018

Aug 17, 2018 at 9:27 AM UTC

kelly-8

black badge of africa

i was born with a scent of wild flowers in the air, the smell of wood-fires, and the cooking *** I was born to be proud of the blacked badge of my skin. my first tears flowed from the sting of smoke from the pain of the thorns in my naked small feet. How i hated , at first the long hours, herding cattles Shift_But i loved the hills And the river-when it gave me fish! i learned to listen To the song of birds To watch the colours of down and sunset I learn to love The land that gave me my own black badge The badge of Africa

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Praise thy Lord Our GOD, Praise GOD In His Sanctuary.! Apr 29, 2015 1View0Likes0Comments Praise thy Lord Our GOD from Heavens, Praise THEE In Heigths.! Praise GOD All His Angels, Praise GOD All His Hosts.! Praise HIM, Sun And Moon, Praise HIM All You Stars Of Light.! Praise GOD Thou Heavens, and Thou Waters above thy Heavens.! Let them Praise thy Name Oh Lord Our GOD, for HE Commanded and thou were Created. HE also Established thou Forever And Ever, He Made And Mode A Decree which shall not Pass away. Praise thy LORD from thy Earth, thou Great Sea Creatures and All thy depths... Fire and Hails, Snow and Clouds, Stormy wind, Fulfilling HIS Word.. Mountains And All Hills, Fruitful Trees and All Cedars.. Beasts and All Cattles, Creeping things and Flying Fowl... Kings of the Earth and All Kinds, Princes and All Judges Of the Earth. both Young Men and Maidens, Old Men and Children.. Let them Praise thy Name of the Lord Our GOD, For HIS Name Alone Is Exalted, His Glory is Above the Earth And Heaven... And He Has Exalted thy Horn Of His People, the Praise Of All His Saints Of thy Children Of Isreal, A People Near to Him, Praise thy LORD... Halleluyah... GOD Is Our Strength.. GOD Is Love.. GOD With Us.!!!

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Apr 29, 2015

Apr 29, 2015 at 3:18 AM UTC

john-kore-ajibola

Praise thy Lord Our GOD, Praise GOD In His Sanctuary.!

Praise thy Lord Our GOD, Praise GOD In His Sanctuary.! Apr 29, 2015 1View0Likes0Comments Praise thy Lord Our GOD from Heavens, Praise THEE In Heigths.! Praise GOD All His Angels, Praise GOD All His Hosts.! Praise HIM, Sun And Moon, Praise HIM All You Stars Of Light.! Praise GOD Thou Heavens, and Thou Waters above thy Heavens.! Let them Praise thy Name Oh Lord Our GOD, for HE Commanded and thou were Created. HE also Established thou Forever And Ever, He Made And Mode A Decree which shall not Pass away. Praise thy LORD from thy Earth, thou Great Sea Creatures and All thy depths... Fire and Hails, Snow and Clouds, Stormy wind, Fulfilling HIS Word.. Mountains And All Hills, Fruitful Trees and All Cedars.. Beasts and All Cattles, Creeping things and Flying Fowl... Kings of the Earth and All Kinds, Princes and All Judges Of the Earth. both Young Men and Maidens, Old Men and Children.. Let them Praise thy Name of the Lord Our GOD, For HIS Name Alone Is Exalted, His Glory is Above the Earth And Heaven... And He Has Exalted thy Horn Of His People, the Praise Of All His Saints Of thy Children Of Isreal, A People Near to Him, Praise thy LORD... Halleluyah... GOD Is Our Strength.. GOD Is Love.. GOD With Us.!!!

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**The young people have exalted notions, because they have not been humbled by life or learned its necessary limitations; moreover, their hopeful disposition makes them think themselves as equal to great things and that means having exalted notions. They would always rather do noble deed than useful ones. Their lives are regulated more by moral feeling than by reasoning all their mistakes are in the direction of doing things excessively and vehemently. They overdo everything they love too much hate too much and the same with everything else. (Aristotle)** The Hereford cattles talk quietly among themselves The commute home on the B train was noisier than ever The passenger beside them youth squirmed and frigid Youth of today is selfish and only think of themselves If you asked for a passed, they will give you a laugh If the elderly asked for the seat, they will give it to Their backpacks, and scream louder, old geeks Discipline, like if it’s outdated: no structure A lost generation without stability: A dark history, I lay awake and wonder How can we fix this? Problem, problem And more problem heading their way While in the field the Hereford cattle talk quietly among themselves Nursing their calf without being asked of their mothers to cover up their babies faces:

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May 2, 2017

May 2, 2017 at 6:44 PM UTC

darknbeautiful-1

A lost generation without stability:

**The young people have exalted notions, because they have not been humbled by life or learned its necessary limitations; moreover, their hopeful disposition makes them think themselves as equal to great things and that means having exalted notions. They would always rather do noble deed than useful ones. Their lives are regulated more by moral feeling than by reasoning all their mistakes are in the direction of doing things excessively and vehemently. They overdo everything they love too much hate too much and the same with everything else. (Aristotle)** The Hereford cattles talk quietly among themselves The commute home on the B train was noisier than ever The passenger beside them youth squirmed and frigid Youth of today is selfish and only think of themselves If you asked for a passed, they will give you a laugh If the elderly asked for the seat, they will give it to Their backpacks, and scream louder, old geeks Discipline, like if it’s outdated: no structure A lost generation without stability: A dark history, I lay awake and wonder How can we fix this? Problem, problem And more problem heading their way While in the field the Hereford cattle talk quietly among themselves Nursing their calf without being asked of their mothers to cover up their babies faces:

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Down the windows, I see two cows and a goat A spreaded field throughout Composition, verve and opus Alas! Stare bounces in his eyes At mercurial, calm fissure At lost petals, distressed debt At a cowboy or at modern hobbit Staring drives endlessly Volcano ponders towards valves Cowboy gone, so his cattles Leaving dark hapless mirage Dusk attains at windows Wits and sights go vanished Refraction seizures into echo Gaze perceive him in mirror-copy

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Nov 22, 2015

Nov 22, 2015 at 3:00 AM UTC

OneAristocrat

A cow boy

Down the windows, I see two cows and a goat A spreaded field throughout Composition, verve and opus Alas! Stare bounces in his eyes At mercurial, calm fissure At lost petals, distressed debt At a cowboy or at modern hobbit Staring drives endlessly Volcano ponders towards valves Cowboy gone, so his cattles Leaving dark hapless mirage Dusk attains at windows Wits and sights go vanished Refraction seizures into echo Gaze perceive him in mirror-copy

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How cool is the wind flowing Blooming flowers in the garden Sweet sing flying branch of the tree Happiness is my heart and soul Plants is dancing in my eyes beautiful How cool is the wind flowing Everyone is beautiful in this season Sun shine on the east sky Cattles in the field and eat grass Target in road has welcomed me How cool is the wind flowing Happiness is my heart and soul

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Sep 19, 2016

Sep 19, 2016 at 1:50 PM UTC

ronjoy-brahma6f

The Morning Breeze

How cool is the wind flowing Blooming flowers in the garden Sweet sing flying branch of the tree Happiness is my heart and soul Plants is dancing in my eyes beautiful How cool is the wind flowing Everyone is beautiful in this season Sun shine on the east sky Cattles in the field and eat grass Target in road has welcomed me How cool is the wind flowing Happiness is my heart and soul

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Born in a remote village somewhere in the North Yaro Where the fulanli herdsmen twirl sticks as they guard cattles Yaro Makes one remember that boy in the bible who tended to his father's sheep all day Yaro Life was rosy, bed warm and cosy. Mother was called "Mama" and age stricken father was "abba". I sometimes wondered who matchmaked them Mother looked like she was babysitting the world Father looked like he was going to die any minute But they loved me and that was all my infant mind wanted For you see I was nothing but a Yaro. I loved the mornings, when goats where being let out of sheds And I ran around the huts in our compounds In between my father's leg and over my mother's lap Bowls of koko and ***** of kosai couldn't quieten me. I never knew your breakfast of "Kellogs varieties" or One apple a day, to keep the doctor at bay. For you see I was nothing but a Yaro. But I was alright or so I thought. The afternoons were spent chasing Hassan and Hussein Those "wicked" twins who would not allow our chickens rest My world was coloured brown, brown goats, brown huts Brown sand, brown faces and maybe brown hearts. Brown was the only colour in the world except of course The sky, which was blue sometimes and white at other times. One day, when you were still in homes covered with zinc Father pulled me out of bed and handed me over to some fierce looking men Mother wouldn't look at me, Hassan and Hussein stood far away. Father was the one holding me so I knew he was not dead yet. He handed me my new pair of slippers and pointed to the men "They'll teach you life," he said. "But.." I replied only to be cut short by the sting of a slap "You're nothing but a..." "Yaro", I replied. So this was it..I was leaving me behind. Mother hid behind her layers of clothing like a coward Father stood proud like an English man I stood with all of them around me feeling nothing But what my Yaro mind allowed me to feel.

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Feb 18, 2016

Feb 18, 2016 at 4:42 AM UTC

energie

YARO

Born in a remote village somewhere in the North Yaro Where the fulanli herdsmen twirl sticks as they guard cattles Yaro Makes one remember that boy in the bible who tended to his father's sheep all day Yaro Life was rosy, bed warm and cosy. Mother was called "Mama" and age stricken father was "abba". I sometimes wondered who matchmaked them Mother looked like she was babysitting the world Father looked like he was going to die any minute But they loved me and that was all my infant mind wanted For you see I was nothing but a Yaro. I loved the mornings, when goats where being let out of sheds And I ran around the huts in our compounds In between my father's leg and over my mother's lap Bowls of koko and ***** of kosai couldn't quieten me. I never knew your breakfast of "Kellogs varieties" or One apple a day, to keep the doctor at bay. For you see I was nothing but a Yaro. But I was alright or so I thought. The afternoons were spent chasing Hassan and Hussein Those "wicked" twins who would not allow our chickens rest My world was coloured brown, brown goats, brown huts Brown sand, brown faces and maybe brown hearts. Brown was the only colour in the world except of course The sky, which was blue sometimes and white at other times. One day, when you were still in homes covered with zinc Father pulled me out of bed and handed me over to some fierce looking men Mother wouldn't look at me, Hassan and Hussein stood far away. Father was the one holding me so I knew he was not dead yet. He handed me my new pair of slippers and pointed to the men "They'll teach you life," he said. "But.." I replied only to be cut short by the sting of a slap "You're nothing but a..." "Yaro", I replied. So this was it..I was leaving me behind. Mother hid behind her layers of clothing like a coward Father stood proud like an English man I stood with all of them around me feeling nothing But what my Yaro mind allowed me to feel.

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Trodden puddles; muddy waters of cattles laiden on the path of a dry river bed. The surrounding being ever present of one's land loss. It's love (like many hearts) so bare to the humid air, under these heated moments. Skins have broken out, in my rash decisions. Don't butter me up, to spread the falseness of a left hand. Though it's right isn't always holding onto doing right. Shall I tend the field—once after the herd passes? Let no puddle be open on where you walk.

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May 29, 2022

May 29, 2022 at 7:43 AM UTC

OddOdysseyPoet

~Untitled Piece~

Trodden puddles; muddy waters of cattles laiden on the path of a dry river bed. The surrounding being ever present of one's land loss. It's love (like many hearts) so bare to the humid air, under these heated moments. Skins have broken out, in my rash decisions. Don't butter me up, to spread the falseness of a left hand. Though it's right isn't always holding onto doing right. Shall I tend the field—once after the herd passes? Let no puddle be open on where you walk.

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**haikus sheeps and cattles eating grassesss**

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Oct 18, 2010

Oct 18, 2010 at 4:10 PM UTC

hugh-lovzewe

haikus

**haikus sheeps and cattles eating grassesss**

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When life leaves a body where does it go? Somewhere in the fields when farmers sow? or in the meadows where the cattles graze maybe it hides in the sickle the reaper holds or maybe on the roof tops of tall buildings or in a secluded place. Does it pass through the crowds whistling past the hair of a girl on the phone? Or gets caught in windchimes playing strange tones maybe it goes in the infant newly born or goes in the aisle where love is sworn maybe it falls out in the tears cried alone or whispers in the wind which are never known where does life go once it leaves a body? Does it go to a new place,a new farm,perhaps a new city or does it travel with a man to eternity.

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Feb 3, 2014

Feb 3, 2014 at 11:29 PM UTC

shalini-ray

Where Does Life Go?

When life leaves a body where does it go? Somewhere in the fields when farmers sow? or in the meadows where the cattles graze maybe it hides in the sickle the reaper holds or maybe on the roof tops of tall buildings or in a secluded place. Does it pass through the crowds whistling past the hair of a girl on the phone? Or gets caught in windchimes playing strange tones maybe it goes in the infant newly born or goes in the aisle where love is sworn maybe it falls out in the tears cried alone or whispers in the wind which are never known where does life go once it leaves a body? Does it go to a new place,a new farm,perhaps a new city or does it travel with a man to eternity.

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We rip through bulletproof vest Expose meat on your chest Curved like a crest since my adolescent I was made for the battle snappin' rattles herd em in like cattles death to enemies who tattle? My wordsmith be sharper than a barber blade sliced then fade this is a takeway Like tom hanks they the get the cast away Casket I means on display so bump the negativity When me and Mac come through ya know how we do Rip through vocals and spinal chords Mortal combat bloat em like snorlax stuff em like kotex give em a klennex Cuz they bleeding from they neck Like an attack from Black Dracula Rhymes spectacular connect with my vernacular I be the rappin' consular eat em up like jentacular braille em like macular Once the taste my rhymes they embrace saccular Knock amateurs yo Mac diesel we too ******** for em Its the aeon of seclorum rhyming in foursomes me myself and I and the universe connectin' durums Sound the drums the wars is coming techs is humming you can see the pain dumped in Hearts exposed from sin tacklin' the uncontrollable djinn' Huh I was made from within A spiritual divine giving cursed inside a blessing Flash minds like a bang from a Smith and Wesson Hope these critics learning they lesson Im a king with the five point stetson Turn fakes emcees into a depression Causing aggression make em change directions Persona skills pursuing pressing with my intellectual weapons Takin' souls captive addendum to my collection it was destined I give em mercy once began intercessions Whoaaaa!!!

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Dec 25, 2017

Dec 25, 2017 at 2:20 PM UTC

Ru7hl355_Gangsta

Mental Space

We rip through bulletproof vest Expose meat on your chest Curved like a crest since my adolescent I was made for the battle snappin' rattles herd em in like cattles death to enemies who tattle? My wordsmith be sharper than a barber blade sliced then fade this is a takeway Like tom hanks they the get the cast away Casket I means on display so bump the negativity When me and Mac come through ya know how we do Rip through vocals and spinal chords Mortal combat bloat em like snorlax stuff em like kotex give em a klennex Cuz they bleeding from they neck Like an attack from Black Dracula Rhymes spectacular connect with my vernacular I be the rappin' consular eat em up like jentacular braille em like macular Once the taste my rhymes they embrace saccular Knock amateurs yo Mac diesel we too ******** for em Its the aeon of seclorum rhyming in foursomes me myself and I and the universe connectin' durums Sound the drums the wars is coming techs is humming you can see the pain dumped in Hearts exposed from sin tacklin' the uncontrollable djinn' Huh I was made from within A spiritual divine giving cursed inside a blessing Flash minds like a bang from a Smith and Wesson Hope these critics learning they lesson Im a king with the five point stetson Turn fakes emcees into a depression Causing aggression make em change directions Persona skills pursuing pressing with my intellectual weapons Takin' souls captive addendum to my collection it was destined I give em mercy once began intercessions Whoaaaa!!!

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I've met maggots in my jar of salt Boomerang they say But quite interesting I found them . Like cattles, evil had roamed in my thoughts Devil they called me But really adventurous I found them . I had copulation with entangled women With barriers on them, like mango trees embargoed by landlords But more pleasurable they seemed . I tasted the venom of snakes They touched my soul like an airplane Because above all these, one kind of death will surely **** a man. . Balogun David Tolulope ©️drunkpoet

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Jan 25, 2018

Jan 25, 2018 at 10:54 AM UTC

Drunk_poet

... Will surely **** a man .

I've met maggots in my jar of salt Boomerang they say But quite interesting I found them . Like cattles, evil had roamed in my thoughts Devil they called me But really adventurous I found them . I had copulation with entangled women With barriers on them, like mango trees embargoed by landlords But more pleasurable they seemed . I tasted the venom of snakes They touched my soul like an airplane Because above all these, one kind of death will surely **** a man. . Balogun David Tolulope ©️drunkpoet

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Cattle’s rear by men Ask for less yes grass and water Fulani herdsmen in my country Agitates for too much for their cattle’s Their taste for human blood 70 gallons the last they drank And innocent yokes of unborn fetus Sat there my over 70 president His hand fastened to his chin All he can do is chew his cud And cows coup and cheerfully moo If we all die who will eat their beef I can smell the blood of my brother Wasted on the map of Nigeria Do you find rest in the Aso Rock While many continue to die in cold blood KUVAR

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Jan 22, 2018

Jan 22, 2018 at 6:40 AM UTC

KUVAR

Castles for Cattles

Cattle’s rear by men Ask for less yes grass and water Fulani herdsmen in my country Agitates for too much for their cattle’s Their taste for human blood 70 gallons the last they drank And innocent yokes of unborn fetus Sat there my over 70 president His hand fastened to his chin All he can do is chew his cud And cows coup and cheerfully moo If we all die who will eat their beef I can smell the blood of my brother Wasted on the map of Nigeria Do you find rest in the Aso Rock While many continue to die in cold blood KUVAR

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You are not a battleground For people who can’t fight their own battles. You are not a milk giving cow To some monster feeding only on cattles. You are a pure ocean Not an animal to be slaughtered. You ought to love yourself And stop taking others’ polluted thoughts in your holy waters.

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Dec 20, 2018

Dec 20, 2018 at 11:32 PM UTC

LoveYourselfUnconditionally

You are not a battleground

You are not a battleground For people who can’t fight their own battles. You are not a milk giving cow To some monster feeding only on cattles. You are a pure ocean Not an animal to be slaughtered. You ought to love yourself And stop taking others’ polluted thoughts in your holy waters.

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•I do not seek a wife •to fetch and carry •to cook and scrub •to slave under my roof •oh future wife,I want to wed •because I love •and I seek a life companion •I seek a friend in need •to pay your bride price would be to buy 1000 cattles for alms •when we are wed •You shall not walk •you shall not baffle •together we shall sit at table •in a comfortable chair •and eat •with our fingers or spoon •as we feed each other •when I walk beside you in the street •with your hands on my shoulders •and my hands on yours •side by side •arm in arm •just like Romeo and Juliet •we can also pen down a romantic love story •you would be my world •my source of happiness •motivator •the way I'm glued to you •nothing and I repeat nothing •would seperate me from you •even death should find a resting place •you're one of the purpose of my life and a priority •and I will live to fulfill it •I will neva keep you waiting!! #Written by: *Jahmhiel YunG✍

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Aug 14, 2019

Aug 14, 2019 at 4:27 PM UTC

YoungYola85

*_❤To my future wife❤_

•I do not seek a wife •to fetch and carry •to cook and scrub •to slave under my roof •oh future wife,I want to wed •because I love •and I seek a life companion •I seek a friend in need •to pay your bride price would be to buy 1000 cattles for alms •when we are wed •You shall not walk •you shall not baffle •together we shall sit at table •in a comfortable chair •and eat •with our fingers or spoon •as we feed each other •when I walk beside you in the street •with your hands on my shoulders •and my hands on yours •side by side •arm in arm •just like Romeo and Juliet •we can also pen down a romantic love story •you would be my world •my source of happiness •motivator •the way I'm glued to you •nothing and I repeat nothing •would seperate me from you •even death should find a resting place •you're one of the purpose of my life and a priority •and I will live to fulfill it •I will neva keep you waiting!! #Written by: *Jahmhiel YunG✍

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