"hooved" poems
The Frog was doing his thing
Hopping,
Croaking,
Splashing,
In to any water that he could see,
He happened upon
This Jigsaw of black and white
Morning sir, he croaked
The Cow looked down,
"MOOOOO"
Pardon I didn't quite get that,
"MOOOOVE"
Your on the tastiest grass
Below your webbed feet,
"Sorry sir,"
Didn't wish to stomp on your
Lunch with my feet,
So he hoped along, as Frogs do
Then turned around,
Hopped his best, speed built up
Leaping with all his might,
Over the Cow,
Then gracefully on to his feet,
"Cow turned"
Whhhat are you doing little thing,
As the Frog
Replied, I was seeing if I could
Jump over you
Why?
Would you do such a thing,
Well mum told me
A Cow jumped over the moon,
Yes we do
Replied Cow
Famously Are we for doing this,
Feat never seen.
"Frog replied"
Riibit, well I just jumped over you
So now I an the best jumper it seems,
Confused,
*Thinking,
Laughing,
Out loud with a MMOOooo
You aren't a better jumper than me,
We will see little Frog said
With that he did a
Bounce,
Hop,
Jumped,
Over the Cow once again it seemed,
Now it is your turn
As Cow looked on nervously
So he hooved his feet
1,
2,
3,
With that he tried
"FAILED"
Lost his balance,
And in to another's Cow pat
His face did meet.
Now the cow was not only
Black
&
White
But now he was
Covered,
&
Smelled,
Like poo, embarrassed
Was he
The Frog did laugh
Ribit, Ribit, Ribit,
Loud and clear,
Cow looked at frog,
Now Cow do you see,
Never believe what you hear,
Until you see it with your own eyes,
This is what my mother read to me,
And with that, Frog bounced off happily.
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 7:19 AM UTC
a goat encounters a lion. normally the lion sees the goat as food. instead The Lion offers shelter warmth theo goat offered protection awkward that a four-legged hooved animal could protect the queen of the jungle protection together they stood both natural leaders both immature in the ways at the time neither wanted to back down from the other but that's what made it work despite the goats dexterity and natural stubbornness in his ways the lion SAT and ate with the goat. years and years they feast upon the golden ducks they collected at the rivers which they traveled odd as combination is professionals know that that is not even a combination amongst the food chain but fore a while they dined peacefully. the lion roared bloodthirsty the goat while being the loner the leader willfully back down from the lion scenario has a goat beat a lion. The goat couldn't bear the lion parting ways the goat be that as it may just wanted his own way but the goat has to learn sometimes the best win is to back off not every wall is meant to be broken especially that of a lion and her pride so the lion beautiful as ever smirked as if we were the prey and the goat knowingly put his head inside her mouth I'll let you tell it
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC
Strutting to a saunter slow
Hooved and tamed three ponies go.
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 8:35 AM UTC
They always said curiosity killed the cat.
Rat-ta-tat-tat.
Insignificant, curly shavings of thoughts slap the pink cerebral walls,
Porous with confusion and intellectual growth.
Experience.
Plump veins intricately woven between billowing realms of data
developing, destroying, at an electrical pace
Pulsing hollow answers like a motherless hooved heart ******* venom from Daddy’s fingertips
Menacing raindrops
On the tin roof over the shelter where too much dust collects
And Mr. Potato head and his family slowly disintegrate
On a day where the sky split
and tears dropped out
and all of those **** pillows
Just couldn’t catch them.
Wringing a grey water cloth
From the aquatic fabric we’ve always dreamed of consuming
Or sleeping under and over and in between.
Jan 5, 2012
Jan 5, 2012 at 7:43 PM UTC
I am a sheep wrought with steel wool that’s coarse and painful to the touch
It erupts anything that touches me into a throng of agitated skin disease
So I habitually avoid anyone and anything that nears me with my terrified animalistic eyes
For fear of watching some curious creature bleed because of me and my dangerous idiocy
However as a sheep with sheep tendencies I can’t help but follow after the herd of my family
From a distance; trotting over trodden grass that’s easier on my hooved feet
Than other paths that are less traveled, more dangerous and more interesting
Instead staring at my family’s tail ends with an envy too poignant for my age
As they baa and cackle and coo over their own amusements and mutual understandings
And I find myself wishing woefully that I wasn’t just a sheep with steel wool
But a ferocious wolf, independent and beautiful; merely hiding within an ugly costume
Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 1:30 AM UTC
Gunga peas calypso
Madly
in my cooking ***
gradually I pour canned coconut milk
into the swirling flavors
of cilantro, garlic and onions
Staring into the rich brown
stew
I can see my Mother grating
coconut meat and hand squeezing
the milk like teats from a cow
(Too much work for me)
creating a traditional coconut rice and peas
dish
She was raised on a farm in St. Elizabeth,
Jamaica
early hours, rugged, hard labor were natural
for the family which included nine siblings
Pauline was a kind big hearted Soul
with ample soft *****
perfect for children
to lay their heads upon
and skin that always seemed
to smell of curry
Burnt sienna Indian complexion
wavy black river hair
and colorful patois accent
painted a portrait
cavorting over the dandy, rolling
goat hooved hills of
Jamaican village peasantry
The Moravian church of England formed
beliefs woven inextricably through
the fabric of her simplistic
innocent existence
our Mom instilled a love of
God in us that was pure and hearty
"Sonya stop your daydreaming"
my Mother's clarion voice interrupts
my avid reverie
"Bumba!" I cry aloud
"I haven't had bammy in eons"
Quickly my fingers Google
Another tasty native recipe
chock full of memories
and cassava root
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 10:27 PM UTC
a dream of fantastic horses
there were red horses.
white horses and spotted
horses. horses so black
they shimmered crow-like
in the morning.
pouring across
the plains of sleep,
thunder horses,
lightning horses,
horses swimming in floods,
dying in deserts.
horses wading withers
deep in snow.
knife-hooved,
prarie-eyed,
mountain-thighed
memory horses,
lathered up unsaddled,
strung out like ribbons in the wind.
Aug 16, 2010
Aug 16, 2010 at 3:16 PM UTC
the tree rises in the dark
fine needles, like fingers
forming in the love of the womb
like hay hooved back into the stable in the spring
spring. summer. No one can imagine the warmth;
a different warmth. sun warmth. animal warmth.
Curled up in winter, we nestle into a different warmth.
we huddle together like a litter of mammals for heat
in the nights of the storm
we feel Gods watching us
with fiery anger
and flowing loves
we see the streetlights like pathetic fires
sprawled out across the valleys
where the mist sets in the day and the sky consumes at dusk
the house is haunted
but we shake the old bones' hands,
we sing and dance and shout,
red in the face,
red in the blood, the heart,
we give the ghosts flesh so they may sit with us,
so we may love and cherish and laugh
so we may sleep safely wrapped around one anothers limbs
the great sprawl of humanity
awake again for the touch
of winter warmth.
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 9:14 AM UTC
Bari waxaa jiri
Two garments both alike, indignantly
In the shoe closet
Where we lay our seen
Star-crossed lovers can't hold a candle
To Abti Sock and Mamo Sandal
A Bonnie and Clyde of sorts
Fugitives of the fashion police
Not a season anywhere
Can they live together in total peace
Not too hot
Not too cold
Can't get wet
And they're always old
I can not wear them in the Fadhi
I can not wear then on the Salli
I can not wear them eating beer
I can not wear them anywhere
Mamo, Where'd you find this shabby sham
Who lives beneath the sole of man
She answered on demand
“Waxaan daganahay, Habo macaan,
Cag walba oo noo banaan ”
Adna Abti, Where would you say
Did your luck finally come into play
Finger shaking, he proclaimed
“Horta, wax kama galin gabaryahay,
Dacaskaan bass baan ka helay”
250 a.d, the style arose
Egypt claimed to fit the mold
A two pronged slipper hooved their people
To pair in hot climate
They made it legal
Actually it was the first
That Abti came from Mamos birth
I guess you can say they always were
Two of a kind, they naturally occur
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 1:47 PM UTC