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"moos" poems
Hare Krishna's In their Pickups Depressed Comics Down on their Luck Teenage Girls Screaming Meme's ****** Pinko's* Leftward Leaning Vincent Price Flo and Eddie Rodger Rabbit Priscilla Presley Nuns in Habits Dwarf's in Ponchos Deadbeat Dads Munching Nachos Right-Wing Nut Jobs Trading Slogans A few Hero's Including Hogan Are just a few of the sights you see At the front gates of Graceland Memphis, Tennessee Buddhist Monks With Electric Banjos Holding Signs Up Of Marlon Brando Taxi Cabs Blaring Show Tunes Pregnant Women Down-loading Soon Derby Jockeys Flying Monkeys Kool-Aidholics Skittle Junkies Bozo The Clown Bumper Stickers Psychedelic Crazed Toad Lickers Rhinestone Cowboys In their Skivvies Gothic Girls Heebie Jeebies Are just a few of the sights you see At the front gates of Graceland Memphis, Tennessee Blue Haired Granny's In pink Moo Moos Ballerina's In Tattered Tutus Mathematician's Number Crunchers Even have Some Out to Lunchers Model 50's *Do *** Daddies* One More Round Of Flo and Eddie People Sneaking Across the Border Lonely Fry Cooks Taking Orders A Few Wannabes Not Saying Much Will The Real Elvis Please Stand Up Are just a few of the sights that you see At the front gates of Graceland Memphis, Tennessee Thank you...Thank you very Much Ladies and Gentlemen Elvis...Has Left The Building
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Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 8:59 AM UTC
The Front Gates Of Graceland
My minotaur has mad cow's disease. The FDA is rounding up each one in a forty mile radius for slaughter. They're incinerating the bodies at the trash-to-steam factory. I hear gunfire and wailing children. Sharon next door is in shock. She's been on her knees down on the lawn mumbling, "please, please, please," for the last two hours. Crimson clouds bleed into sunrise. How will we escape the seepage? I'll stop at the Getty for a car wash before I pick you up. Have some sandwiches packed. O for the love of God, the moos, the moos.
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Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 9:25 PM UTC
Early Phone Call
My minotaur has mad cow's disease. The FDA is rounding up each one in a forty mile radius for slaughter. They're incinerating the bodies at the trash-to-steam factory. I hear gunfire and wailing children. Sharon next door is in shock. She's been on her knees down on the lawn mumbling, "please, please, please," for the last two hours. Crimson clouds bleed into sunrise. How will we escape the seepage? I'll stop at the Getty for a car wash before I pick you up. Have some sandwiches packed. O for the love of God, the moos, the moos.
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Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 6:04 PM UTC
Early Phone Call
Do you have curly hair? Is the top of your head not bare? When in the shower, and using shampoo, do you have to take care? Even when shampooing a mare? Well then, I have a story to share. My hair is curly, and it is a Jew Fro. Its totally badass bro, And bigger then your big toe. After this poem, to a party I go. The Fro is made of little curls, It doesn’t help get pretty girls, Hopefully it won’t make them hurl. Never sticky guarantee It enlightens me, And helps with tai chi Unfortunately I have no key, What’s worse is Kasper is a DDD. Every now and then, it gets slicked back by Shoes, In any way in which we choose. When the cows see it they all give moos, I think those kids deserve some ***** JWU! Please don’t sue, Because, I really don’t have a clue. BOO! Let us surprise you with a dijeridoo. If left unwashed it gets ***** Not as bad as a kid named Klappy. Sometimes he transforms into Slappy, But if you ask me, the fro makes us all a little happy. Hopefully, this poem isn’t ******
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Mar 11, 2011
Mar 11, 2011 at 9:35 AM UTC
Jew Fro
Carry me through the grocery store, the maze of aisles a hundred times, a thousand, until it feels like home, until I don't know anything but a haggard hollow soul wandering through. The cow moos, the vegetables flip and sing and I don't want anything anything but the ice cream outside the door.
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Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 12:50 PM UTC
The Ice-Cream Outside
Little me 1st grade me Sitting on the swing My best friend beside me A pinky promise on a playground A promise now long forgotten A promise of friendship forevermore A promise too soon broken Little me 2nd grade me Sitting on the slide No one beside me No more promises left to be broken Little Me 4th grade me Sitting on the swings yet again This time it was me next to me But it wasn't me He leaned over and stuck out his pinky He said he'd always be here He'd never leave me Little Me 5th grade me Sitting on the swings His hand in mine An invisible person An invisible friend He has yet to leave His promise left yet unbroken Innocent Me 6th grade me Sitting on the playground wall Sitting there with him Hes grey eyes His short spiky white hair His soft smile His sad eyes They were always sad My only friend His promise sits unbroken Cut me 7th grade me Sitting alone A girl moos in my face I laugh at her My long hair falling in my face Hi my name is Dory She looked at me I said go away She sat down anyway Where he usually sat But I couldn't find him His promise now broken in my eyes I slowly forgot my invisible best friend New Me Broken me 8th grade me Hi I'm the invisible friend I now realize that he was me He was who i'm supposed to be I now know he never left I now know his promise will be forevermore He will never break it I just found out who I was I found out I was He Little Me Innocent Me Happy me Not Me His promise never broken
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Feb 2, 2021
Feb 2, 2021 at 1:30 PM UTC
His promise never broken
The winter haze hangs on the meadow, In the veiled sun the ghostly apparitions Mourn the ritual of yet another day, To smell the wet exudation of the grass, To till the field praying for the sun! Once a while moos pierce the silence Joined by the clangs of the tiny bells That adorns the creatures as mournful As the ones goading them to move on! They bellow when unable to take anymore, Hoping for a miracle that would unburden And bring a freedom only yearned in dreams! But as ordained the pale orb grows bright. God frantically pours his passion in the disc Colors of which spill over in the firmament! Blazes in another day of harvesting hopes.
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Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 8:27 AM UTC
Harvest
yes, I see it no, its got to be from the smoke I know, it does make for some great sunrises and sets oh, can you hear the cattle mooing this morning? makes for peaceful coffee time... Brian Hill - 2020 # 273
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Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 10:50 AM UTC
Morning Moos
There’s safety in numbers I’ve oft heard it said- Unless there are ninety cows stuck in a shed. Those numerous ruminants Munching on hay Produce mucho methane in the course of a day. Ninety odd bovines Snacking on grass Take in the fuel And produce moos and gas. Those flatulent heifers Many cow pies produced Until a stray spark blew a hole in the roof. It was shocking to the farmer And a blow to the farm, But at least we take comfort That not one cow was harmed.
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Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 11:07 PM UTC
Herd on the Street
Oh Betsy Did you let out a single solitary moo? In the assembly line of death that is your life Did that moo echo out into the barn yard? where the grazing cattle raised their heads as the moo penetrated deep into their soul Offering them brief realizations four fences constitute their lives destined to fall to an unknown reaper They lower their heads again content with grazing as moos begin to fall on deaf ears
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Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 2:44 PM UTC
Oh Betsy
Sleeping Lullabies of thunder and gore On a wet night's tremors at my mother's coastal shore I heard the hum of your pitch dark delight, Roaring with wraith o'er the lagoon Raging tides and wreaths lo-where shroom.   That's when I heard you bouncing off the shadows. Another folly night in the jungles of board and milky turns of rocks, I saw you whistle past the bamboo blades. But it was on the terrace of my paternal home that I saw the insignificantly significant red fireflies on a pitch dark night embraced in palms, I felt your touch by mangroves and pines. You come again to lull me to slumber Thundering bolts refrain from shallow rompers. Take me with your silent coos and moos. Light my dirge and moan for moons. Let's overthrow the albatross and harrow the silvesteros. Send my greetings to the land of doon. I am en route, already my beau
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Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 5:01 PM UTC
Ode to the Monsoon' ****** Night
Big And What Else Is In America I’ve seen big people in little places all over the U.S. I have seen people break little laws and end up in the headlines. I’ve watched old folks do young things. Fat do thin stuff. You have never asked me why I see such things. You have sat in your soft chair thinking it was hard. Leaders do little things and end up on the TV. Cokes look like Pepsis to no one. Spaghetti is really linguine. Bosses beg to want anyone to know they do everything. Words become less syllabic the more you say them. I have seen yellow look awful light brownish. I saw a pineapple that seemed like a stone. The President became a wanton chief. Casual oinks became loud moos. One time, not long ago, I viewed my wife as a lady who wanted all my money, had it, and did nothing except wait and wait until all my relatives died, and then, spent it on purses at a mall nearby the estate. Daniel Gallik [email protected] www.dangallik.com
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Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 9:26 PM UTC
Untitled
*The old man tells the hours almost perfectly From the length of shadows Having walked the length of life Without ever needing a clock!* He can smell in the air the coming rain Knows the clouds that bear showers Can closely predict season’s yield of grain Needs no watch to measure the daily hours! He can tell when his cow needs a bull In her moos hears the urge for a mate Though he has never gone to a school His knowledge has stood him to this date! He knows all the stars in firmament Best way to till the soil for harvest Has never needed a doctor for ailment Knows the herbs to heal all infest! *Such is the man who has never been to school Yet his wisdom can fill countless pages Making instinctive sharp senses as his only tool Has handed down his wisdom through the ages!*
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May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 8:15 AM UTC
His Wisdom
I am short, he is tall I am tint, he is fair He calls me his doll And handles me with care He loves me alot I do to, the same way He is cool, I am not Cute couples, people say Holding hands, walking Joking, and teasing Laying on beach, talking His every word, pleasing When asleep, he snores I told him sometime back Like how the cow moos Without its pack I blushed, when he said I purr, in my sleep Blanket over my head He likes to see me sleep We are adults, yet It feels like we are teens In the rain, playing till wet He says, am his queen He has a heart of gold Never discriminated my physique Together we are growing old Each moment, fills with magic Cute couples, together forever Love in love we always stay Never leave me ever, My love, he would always say... ©sim
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Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 4:43 AM UTC
Cute Couples
lovers never leaves ... as the soul and body ... they are ... as the moos and it's stars ... always they are ... as the sun and every morning ... they are... never one to leave ... the other ... whatever the reason ... whatever been .. they can't leave .. one the other.. and no one can be ... without the other... because they ... one ... and one lives ... in one ... as the body ... and it's soul ... could the one be ... without it's one soul ... no they can't ... because they are lovers... even if they were apart ... with a lot of miles ... with a long distance .. no one can live ... without each others .. because they are ... lovers ... as me and you ... even if we got wrong each others ... never to be apart ... because we got a same heart ... the same one ... which it beats for us ... beat only as a one heart ... to get our souls alive ... never lovers leave ... never leave each others ... so, sweetheart ... could you leave your soul ... could you live with no breathes ... sure ... you can't do ... as me ... never ever to leave you ... because you are ... the soul ... the heart ... and every thing ... for me ... that's why ... we can't be apart ... and never to leave ... each others ... hazem al ...
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May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 10:31 AM UTC
lovers never leaves ...
Love thy neighbor, may it be one who moos… share the love that is unfounded, human but not, when you **** a soul. a soul of innocence a soul of life a soul of love. ****** the knives of despair, tear down the Houses of no mercy. soak the lives of the hopeless with love, sometimes that could be all they know. dance with thy neighbor, may it be one who moos, or one who meows. bend your back for the ones that do for us, their time has come. not for death, but for a joyous life. A life that is so dearly overdue, how could man grow so heartless? all they've shown was kindness, how could we not do the same? beautiful and different, intelligent and aware, loving and a fighter, does this not sound familiar? the world is one, we're all destined for survival, but we've given some no choice to live. we've hurt them, and in turn are hurting ourselves, a punishment in ways. fight for their right to live, does that sound so out of tune? fight with all your might, and the saved will love man again, a love that some have depleted, but its there. let it grow, until they can see that we are capable of love. because right now, all they see is abuse, but still in turn, they show no hate. a trait man has long exploited, put a stop to the suffering! their suffering is far larger than we can ever understand or even endure. humanity applies to all souls, not just humans. until the reversal of this unforgiving hatred, i see no light. so we'll fight, fight, fight for what is only right. for their simple right to live..
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Dec 13, 2010
Dec 13, 2010 at 5:25 PM UTC
Love Thy Neighbor.
Love thy neighbor, may it be one who moos… share the love that is unfounded, human but not, when you **** a soul. a soul of innocence a soul of life a soul of love. ****** the knives of despair, tear down the Houses of no mercy. soak the lives of the hopeless with love, sometimes that could be all they know. dance with thy neighbor, may it be one who moos, or one who meows. bend your back for the ones that do for us, their time has come. not for death, but for a joyous life. A life that is so dearly overdue, how could man grow so heartless? all they've shown was kindness, how could we not do the same? beautiful and different, intelligent and aware, loving and a fighter, does this not sound familiar? the world is one, we're all destined for survival, but we've given some no choice to live. we've hurt them, and in turn are hurting ourselves, a punishment in ways. fight for their right to live, does that sound so out of tune? fight with all your might, and the saved will love man again, a love that some have depleted, but its there. let it grow, until they can see that we are capable of love. because right now, all they see is abuse, but still in turn, they show no hate. a trait man has long exploited, put a stop to the suffering! their suffering is far larger than we can ever understand or even endure. humanity applies to all souls, not just humans. until the reversal of this unforgiving hatred, i see no light. so we'll fight, fight, fight for what is only right. for their simple right to live..
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We sit by the small pond after school Mother's still out shopping Yehudit says so we can sit and talk awhile the water's murky no ducks or fish in this small place maybe tadpoles or old boots or ******* thrown in trees surrounding are still in leaf no one must know what we did and where today she says I look at the tin can lying on the side of the muddy pond as if I would I say if it got out my mum'd **** me she says what about your dad? I ask he would **** me too if Mum told him he could a blackbird settles on a branch on my left black yellow beak noisy but worse than that what would the other girls say? lucky you? no they wouldn't she says they'd say what a slapper what a **** and there of all places she's quiet and stares at the pond but you're not we didn't plan it I say but we did it and what if someone saw us what if a teacher or prefect came in the gym lunchtime and saw us? somewhere to our left a dog barks smell of the farm just over a cow moos no one did I say live what is not what might have been or may have happened she sighs and looks at me with her blue eyes guess so she looks at the wrist watch on my wrist better go Mum'll be back on the next bus she says we get up and brush ourselves down and walk through the woods it was good though even if it was an odd place I say odd being the operative word she smiles the fear of someone coming in made it seem more daring I suggest daring? absolutely mad she says but yes it was good we came to the back of the cottage where I lived shall I walk you home? no best not she says Mum's not struck on you thinks you might get me into trouble I frown me? but butter wouldn't melt in my mouth I say   she smiles and walks on I THINK IT WOULD she shouts back at me and walks out of sight I turn into the garden and along the path thinking to myself she's right.
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Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 2:41 AM UTC
BY THE SMALL POND.
We sit by the small pond after school Mother's still out shopping Yehudit says so we can sit and talk awhile the water's murky no ducks or fish in this small place maybe tadpoles or old boots or ******* thrown in trees surrounding are still in leaf no one must know what we did and where today she says I look at the tin can lying on the side of the muddy pond as if I would I say if it got out my mum'd **** me she says what about your dad? I ask he would **** me too if Mum told him he could a blackbird settles on a branch on my left black yellow beak noisy but worse than that what would the other girls say? lucky you? no they wouldn't she says they'd say what a slapper what a **** and there of all places she's quiet and stares at the pond but you're not we didn't plan it I say but we did it and what if someone saw us what if a teacher or prefect came in the gym lunchtime and saw us? somewhere to our left a dog barks smell of the farm just over a cow moos no one did I say live what is not what might have been or may have happened she sighs and looks at me with her blue eyes guess so she looks at the wrist watch on my wrist better go Mum'll be back on the next bus she says we get up and brush ourselves down and walk through the woods it was good though even if it was an odd place I say odd being the operative word she smiles the fear of someone coming in made it seem more daring I suggest daring? absolutely mad she says but yes it was good we came to the back of the cottage where I lived shall I walk you home? no best not she says Mum's not struck on you thinks you might get me into trouble I frown me? but butter wouldn't melt in my mouth I say   she smiles and walks on I THINK IT WOULD she shouts back at me and walks out of sight I turn into the garden and along the path thinking to myself she's right.
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In a throbbing pace, the river flows, Enclosed by the fence, the cow moos, Across the bridge, next to the rose, Standing on the ridge, our eyes cross Water in the falls, pounding perfectly on the ground, At the foot of the walls, lay pebbles round, Scouring the sand, nature depicts its might, Like a man mad, I stand watching it right In the hand a red rose, beatific grin like a bride, Stormy waves rise, inviting you for a ride, In a low voice, humming a tune, Evidently rejoice, on the cliff I mute Hands locked together, fondly folded, Not minding the weather, eyes momentarily blinded, Like a movie star, keen to avoid a hiss, Ending the perceived war, response a soft fond kiss Resting on the bar, holding the rail, One leg on the spar, an incoming mail, Dad restless in the lounge, sitting on a mat, Anxious for the launch, on his bald a hat
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Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 7:06 AM UTC
When We Met
the cows have been set loose from their wintering in the byres calves are being born and cavorting in the fields they roam far and wide on our Island, munching their way through the grass. Having lived in this property for seven summers now, I recognise each and every cow, they come close to the end of the garden at times and I go out and speak cattle talk to them, moos coming out my throat, I am sure I look quite mad to anyone who may happen along. The calves stay in crèche, minded by their mothers, their gambolling play just like children, chase, hide and seek, and the males test their strength by way of mock head on battles. The almost constant mooing comes through the open windows, a most lovely sound of calling voices across the fields. The Bull will soon be separated and will stand at his fence bellowing to the skies. Summer here truly is my bit of Heaven on Earth, for others a complete Hell, but hey it takes all sorts as we all know.
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Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 7:55 AM UTC
it takes all sorts
Die Stadt ist kalte Masse. In diesen Straßen lebt nichts, hier regt sich nichts, kein Herzschlag.   Ich höre sie reden, höre ihre Motoren aufheulen, ihre Autotüren zuschlagen. Lärm, fremder, ferner Lärm. Ich will raus, will ausreißen. Ich will ins Land ziehen. Wochen will ich laufen, nichts als die unbekannte Weite sehen. Ich will nachts frieren und am Tag den Wind in den Haaren spüren, liebkost von der Seeluft, die mir durch die wirren Haare streicht. Ich will die Wälder der Welt durchstreifen, mich mit Moos unter den Füßen von der Wildnis verschlucken lassen. Ich will mich in ihrem großen, grausamen Schlund verlieren.
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Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 6:25 PM UTC
Ausbrechen
IS TUSA...MO THEACH RÚNDA BEAG (You Are...My Little Secret House) my house a hedge on my uncle's farm that only existed in summer holiday land In terms of time it is the year called 1963 but that is neither here nor there for this is the timeless time of a small boy who wishes to be invisible found when falling from a tree into a fairy tale hedge of many years standing thick and tangled with time door ? there is no door one has to beat one's way in the only door is pain and determination endure the sting of nettle the scratch of briar crying is the only thing not allowed burrs clinging to curls and geansaí transforming you into a wild creature dock leaves stand near by to take the sting out of things the hedge closing behind you but once inside it blossoms out into a makeshift  palace that only a child could cherish a hedgehog keeps house the other occupants various creepy crawlies sunlight now and then comes to visit sometimes the rain drops in gossiping in drips and drabs a roof of bird song and green sunlight a wall of pig squeals and chicken clucks moos and barkings I a creature amongst other creatures sharing this the same moment grateful I am for their acceptance oh I must go. . . a butterfly needs to talk to me
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Feb 1, 2022
Feb 1, 2022 at 5:53 PM UTC
IS TUSA...MO THEACH RÚNDA BEAG (You Are...My Little Secret House)
Hare Krishna's In their Pickups Depressed Comics Down on their Luck Teenage Girls Screaming Meme's ****** Pinko's Leftward Leaning Vincent Price Flo and Eddie Rodger Rabbit Priscilla Presley Nuns in Habits Dwarf's in Ponchos Deadbeat Dads Munching Nachos Right-Wing Nut Jobs Trading Slogans A few Hero's Including Hogan Are just a few of the sights you see At the front gates of Graceland Memphis, Tennessee Buddhist Monks With Electric Banjos Holding Signs Up Of Marlon Brando Taxi Cabs Blaring Show Tunes Pregnant Women Down-loading Soon Derby Jockeys Flying Monkeys Kool-Aidholics Skittle Junkies Bozo The Clown Bumper Stickers Psychedelic Crazed Toad Lickers Rhinestone Cowboys In their Skivvies Gothic Girls Heebie Jeebies Are just a few of the sights you see At the front gates of Graceland Memphis, Tennessee Blue Haired Granny's In pink Moo Moos Ballerina's In Tattered Tutus Mathematician's Number Crunchers Even have Some Out to Lunchers Model 50's Do *** Daddies One More Round Of Flo and Eddie People Sneaking Across the Border Lonely Fry Cooks Taking Orders A Few Wannabes Not Saying Much Will The Real Elvis Please Stand Up Are just a few of the sights that you see At the front gates of Graceland Memphis, Tennessee Thank you...Thank you very Much Ladies and Gentlemen Elvis...Has Left The Building
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May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 5:46 PM UTC
The Front Gates Of Graceland (Blast from the Past)