"mooo" poems - Hello Poetry

Other worlds have hopes, for plants, for trees and dogs walking by, panting soaking in humidity like carp above water. Not ours. Dead ends, parked cars supplanting serenity with passion, desire crammed into row upon row of heartless dwellings expunging sunglass-wearing **** suckers blocking their emptiness from the world with reverse blindfolds. I know their eyes still glare at me, scoffing at them. Walking, I walk past their barricaded kennels, under- construction housing impersonating natural climes with sushi and slushy shops. People like them have admiss- able drives, hankering after freedom; they're indoctrinated to believe admission is monthly cable bills wired in beneath concrete slabs maintained compliance through lines painted on grass where overlords can tell livestock what to do. Bus chutes form hillsides, beside lines of trees which perfume these feedlots we call cities. **** oozes below streets walked on, they stared at me like cows, watching a ranch-hand suspicion toward anything beyond bistro fences. "What the **** are you looking at, you filthy animal? Have you no idea which species your greed feeds? Do you know where this ends for you? Who's tazing your *** who's making you sit there?" Moo, mooo. Mooooooooooooooooooo. Receipts, a cudgel on each table, more cudgels ring from pockets telling them what time it is, where they're to be. Sunday's almost over, back to blocks of houses! Graze on painted grass, then die, but not before you stare at me with empty eyes, you pathetic, miserable creatures.

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Jun 3, 2012

Jun 3, 2012 at 10:11 PM UTC

sansara-justinovich

Painted Grass

Other worlds have hopes, for plants, for trees and dogs walking by, panting soaking in humidity like carp above water. Not ours. Dead ends, parked cars supplanting serenity with passion, desire crammed into row upon row of heartless dwellings expunging sunglass-wearing **** suckers blocking their emptiness from the world with reverse blindfolds. I know their eyes still glare at me, scoffing at them. Walking, I walk past their barricaded kennels, under- construction housing impersonating natural climes with sushi and slushy shops. People like them have admiss- able drives, hankering after freedom; they're indoctrinated to believe admission is monthly cable bills wired in beneath concrete slabs maintained compliance through lines painted on grass where overlords can tell livestock what to do. Bus chutes form hillsides, beside lines of trees which perfume these feedlots we call cities. **** oozes below streets walked on, they stared at me like cows, watching a ranch-hand suspicion toward anything beyond bistro fences. "What the **** are you looking at, you filthy animal? Have you no idea which species your greed feeds? Do you know where this ends for you? Who's tazing your *** who's making you sit there?" Moo, mooo. Mooooooooooooooooooo. Receipts, a cudgel on each table, more cudgels ring from pockets telling them what time it is, where they're to be. Sunday's almost over, back to blocks of houses! Graze on painted grass, then die, but not before you stare at me with empty eyes, you pathetic, miserable creatures.

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~~~ religion is a boxed hamburger ~~~ spirituality is the live steer (mooo)! 10W soulsurvivor

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Jan 20, 2015

Jan 20, 2015 at 1:49 AM UTC

SoulSurvivor

religion vs spirituality

~~~ religion is a boxed hamburger ~~~ spirituality is the live steer (mooo)! 10W soulsurvivor

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I like cows; cows seem to like Me, maybe we ought to get together sometime; chew the cud, talk udders-- YEAH, that'd be good, we could crap on daisies in the meadow,- watch them grow- **** in streams add a liddle-- YELLLOOOWWW, eat only the greenest grass yeah, that'd be good, I just need to learn to mooo. ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,mooo,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,MOOOOOOOOO.

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Mar 11, 2012

Mar 11, 2012 at 1:35 PM UTC

ObadiahGrey

"- Luverly udders -"

I like cows; cows seem to like Me, maybe we ought to get together sometime; chew the cud, talk udders-- YEAH, that'd be good, we could crap on daisies in the meadow,- watch them grow- **** in streams add a liddle-- YELLLOOOWWW, eat only the greenest grass yeah, that'd be good, I just need to learn to mooo. ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,mooo,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,MOOOOOOOOO.

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Huddling and cuddling I held you so lightly Do you remember those cold nights my child? You were mumbling and drooling, and cooed ever so slightly When I pointed at the moon, you looked up and smiled “Mooooon!” I said to you, to which you replied, “Mooo!” And then I laughed a little - and maybe - I cried We’d shared an experience so unfathomable in consequence And by naming it, to you I had lied Will you forgive me my child, for that cosmic crime? The moment when I stole that which shone in your eyes When you echoed my mistakes reverberating in time But ignorant, I wrapped you, so snugly in those dark skies Do you remember those cold nights my child? In this cold night, the moon has lit up full again Only tonight, our bodies share not this blanket of lights Disillusioned with disillusions we have become since then But still I wish to unwrap you from the words I write My child, I ask you, look up once more, But let not facticity blindfold your sight Feel that which language bids you withhold And play I pray with the rabbit that lives in the sky

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Jul 4, 2012

Jul 4, 2012 at 9:33 AM UTC

parveen-sagar

The Moon

Huddling and cuddling I held you so lightly Do you remember those cold nights my child? You were mumbling and drooling, and cooed ever so slightly When I pointed at the moon, you looked up and smiled “Mooooon!” I said to you, to which you replied, “Mooo!” And then I laughed a little - and maybe - I cried We’d shared an experience so unfathomable in consequence And by naming it, to you I had lied Will you forgive me my child, for that cosmic crime? The moment when I stole that which shone in your eyes When you echoed my mistakes reverberating in time But ignorant, I wrapped you, so snugly in those dark skies Do you remember those cold nights my child? In this cold night, the moon has lit up full again Only tonight, our bodies share not this blanket of lights Disillusioned with disillusions we have become since then But still I wish to unwrap you from the words I write My child, I ask you, look up once more, But let not facticity blindfold your sight Feel that which language bids you withhold And play I pray with the rabbit that lives in the sky

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hi mooo

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May 9, 2012

May 9, 2012 at 11:26 AM UTC

coming up out that darkness all ya see is marks all over his body sighs of his innocent but ripsta was hell sent w from where all foul killaz went no repent from me i be sinister minister preachin to ya how to ****** mo getaway smoothso pay attention to bones principle its simple and plain puff mary jane to ease my thoughts mayne before i **** i mastered the skill takin wills im in it for the thrills nawi be in it for the luv of money triple six follow me movin **** cuz im forceful like a twelve guage erupt **** like a grenade serenade the street with bullets in yo body as the coroner sweeps up the evidence none found cuz ripsta be intelligent dont ya knowmurder comes n mysterious hell bound til i touch the ground screamin' ****** mo wither it be a tech nine gat or four four as long as see gore make war even at peace so ruthless even murdered my own niece cold blood i be n fiendin for dead bodies like illuminati come sacrifice me and you'll see what i see my mind be full of red puddles of blood make ya grudge but dont test to quick cuz you'll be seein the eternal judge Come again...mo ****** ****** ****** mooo

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Mar 1, 2017

Mar 1, 2017 at 10:16 PM UTC

Ru7hl355_Gangsta

****** Mo

coming up out that darkness all ya see is marks all over his body sighs of his innocent but ripsta was hell sent w from where all foul killaz went no repent from me i be sinister minister preachin to ya how to ****** mo getaway smoothso pay attention to bones principle its simple and plain puff mary jane to ease my thoughts mayne before i **** i mastered the skill takin wills im in it for the thrills nawi be in it for the luv of money triple six follow me movin **** cuz im forceful like a twelve guage erupt **** like a grenade serenade the street with bullets in yo body as the coroner sweeps up the evidence none found cuz ripsta be intelligent dont ya knowmurder comes n mysterious hell bound til i touch the ground screamin' ****** mo wither it be a tech nine gat or four four as long as see gore make war even at peace so ruthless even murdered my own niece cold blood i be n fiendin for dead bodies like illuminati come sacrifice me and you'll see what i see my mind be full of red puddles of blood make ya grudge but dont test to quick cuz you'll be seein the eternal judge Come again...mo ****** ****** ****** mooo

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