"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
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 8:59 AM UTC
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.
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 9:25 PM UTC
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.
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 6:04 PM UTC
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 ******
Mar 11, 2011
Mar 11, 2011 at 9:35 AM UTC
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.
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 12:50 PM UTC
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
Feb 2, 2021
Feb 2, 2021 at 1:30 PM UTC
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.
Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 8:27 AM UTC
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
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 10:50 AM UTC
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.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 11:07 PM UTC
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
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 2:44 PM UTC
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
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 5:01 PM UTC
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
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 9:26 PM UTC
*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!*
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 8:15 AM UTC
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
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 4:43 AM UTC
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 ...
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 10:31 AM UTC
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..
Dec 13, 2010
Dec 13, 2010 at 5:25 PM UTC
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.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 2:41 AM UTC
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
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 7:06 AM UTC
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.
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 7:55 AM UTC
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.
Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 6:25 PM UTC
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
Feb 1, 2022
Feb 1, 2022 at 5:53 PM UTC
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
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 5:46 PM UTC