Death & Dying, Life & Living, Poetry

then and now, sacred cows

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This poem in rhyming couplets, and the links within it, reflect the past, the present, and the future.


then and now, sacred cows

a poem by punkie


azure skies
days gone by

cotton clouds
sing aloud

cheep warring words

a summer breeze
stirs christmas trees

mothers’ daughters
pray don’t falter

painting nails
in elder jails

planes above
trace expat love

nursery rhymes
recall old times

sooth elder sighs
with lullabies

birth tender joys
with children’s toys

cut wild flowers
in thunder showers

or dance a jig
with jillian’s pigs

sip sweet wine
drink poison brine

resist the drugs
doled out by thugs

pious sows
and sacred cows

shame on one
begotten son

hear death rattle
in final battle

sucking air
cold despair

breathe in shallow
fallen sparrow

eyes tight fixed
on pick-up sticks

light and free
at half past three

split lies asunder
six feet under

eternal rest
hole in my chest

tears like rain
to ease the pain

heaven hails
evil fails

the ghostly pale
tell tattle tales

hope arises
life surprises

broken hearts
find brand-new starts


© Susan Macaulay 2013 – 2015. I invite you to share the links widely, but please do not reprint or reblog or copy and paste my poems into other social media without my permission. Thank you.

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4 thoughts on “then and now, sacred cows”

  1. You remind me of someone I knew sometime ago. You have such a wonderful kindred soul. Continue the work you have been chosen. I’ll continue following as I’m certain all of your followers will as well. Good day.


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