| the Tempest |
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| 04:21am 15/09/2002 |
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the winds were so strong
we flew around and around
falling is painful
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| Couple Mooetry |
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| 11:50pm 24/08/2002 |
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This pair of haiku's came from a lovely bovine couple up in the Northernmost pastures. Sadly, they lost a loved one in the Great Mass Suicide of last year...
I sleep standing up
Stop tipping me over, Whit
I moo and I fall
-Moobear
We can feed ourselves
It's called grass you stupid ass
Quit spreading rumors
-Cowlie
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| 10:31pm 24/08/2002 |
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This poem ganked from the lovely people at Far Side. Their beautiful words were the inspiration for our poetry corner. These, silly humans, are the words that moved us...
The Distant Hills
The distant hills call to me
Their rolling waves seduce my heart
Oh how I want to graze in their lush valleys
Oh how I want to run down their green slopes
Alas, I cannot
Damn the electric fence!
Damn the electric fence!
Thank You.
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| 12:16am 23/08/2002 |
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Philosophical Analysis of World Peace in Haiku Form
as transcribed by Bo Kent
Moo Moo Moo Moo Moo
Moo Moo Moo Moo Moo Moo Moo
Moo Moo Moo Moo Moo |
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| 09:10pm 21/08/2002 |
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an anonymous submission to our poetry corner:
Warm steam rises up
A fragrant prayer to the dawn -
First cowpat of the day! |
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| 03:43pm 21/08/2002 |
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Mandi, from the Dairy Shed, brings us this touching piece:
He brings hay and shame
The food is the price he pays
For our cow silence |
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| 02:53pm 21/08/2002 |
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Oh Sacred Cow!!
If you ask me
India is the place to be.
There cows are sacred
none are objects of hatred
There cows roam free
like Povich, Maurey
but are not married to Connie Chung.
by gvincent@MTS.net |
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| 11:13pm 20/08/2002 |
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No better way to get our farm poetry group off to a start than with these two wonderful haikus! Both are penned by our sweet Clover from the North 40.
Hero
My Bovine hero,
from high atop the mountain,
strong and wise and proud.
-Clover
Queen
Beautiful Holstein,
Whose milk helps give life to all;
a true dairy queen.
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