Bulls do not win bull fights. People do.
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A Parable
a frog, always the frog
has always been a frog
servant to the fog, but
one frog one day decides
to be a bull to the dismay
of the frogs in that little pond
to the ridicule of the bulls
nearby but the frog learns
to be a bull and bully has
he become until one day
he gains the respect of the
other bulls to the pleasure
of the sun to the disdain
of the fog on the hills
nothing is impossible
to the power of the mind
this the frog follows
through and through
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bull Fighting
Bullfighting
Early morning on the flatland between Portugal and Seville a cockerel crews,
its hoarse wakeup call carries for miles. Vaqueros are already on the grassland
separating bulls form a herd; the bulls are five years old and have been chosen
for the bullfight. Within a week the selected bulls will be dead, slaughtered on
an arena of sawdust and sand, they have been allowed to roam free for years.
Most animals only live a few years, mostly in a pen, and never see grassland
before they are killed. How can meat eaters demonstrate, call for the abolition
of bullfighting? This sport, the only one, where an animal has a chance to kill its
assassin. I’m on a bus heading for Seville to see bullfighting, yes, I do admire bull
fighting; if lucky I might see one of the chosen bulls kills the toreador.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Then a neighbor, Mr Smith, had a dairy cow and an couple bulls. He showed me how to bluff a bull.
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The Soldier Fights
the soldier fights for the hippys rights to protest against that soldier
the soldier fights for the politions rights to send that soldier to war
the soldier fights for buisness mans rights to make money
the soldier fights for the policemans rights to arrest that soldier
the soldier fights for school kids right to know about past soldiers
the soldier fights to so that you may all sleep at night
the soldier fights for religion so that you may all belive what you wish
And yet the soldier fights on
the soldier fights for his flag, for his country, for his life
Animal sanctuary is a myth
Stray dogs are saved; wild birds are saved.
Tigers are guarded; tuskers are guarded.
Bull fights and cock fights are stopped
Thanks to animal crusaders.
Who will save fowls, pigs, goats and
cattle?
14.11.2000,
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Bulls and Bears
Bulls and bears play fights
And make the bidders asses
In the stock markets.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Man cannot be chaste.
One bull can manage ten cows.
One cow cannot stand ten bulls.
A woman is at ease to be chaste.
To be so is man’s distaste
29.05.2001, Berh
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lyric four bulls
Woman walked in forest alone
Met man
Man aroused appetite for her
Man ran and knocked his head on tree
Tail grew out
Hairy jaw grew in mouth
Hind legs grew
Man metamorphosed because was
Lion cannibal
Tried to attack man
Woman asked cannibal
‘’where’re your four
red and white bulls’’
‘’Do you know them’’
‘’Yes, you sing their
Oldest lyric’’
Cannibal laughed
In hoarse voice
Sang,
‘’One red and white spotted bull is sold
One red and white bull spotted is stolen
One red and white spotted bull is swallowed
One red and white spotted bull is scattered
On earth, scattered on earth, on earth, on earth……………….., cannibal sang tune of ‘’scattered on earth’’ happily for long and until
He napped and woman disappeared.
poem by David Aoloch Bion
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Reluctance
On your part do not lie or tell stories of deceit;
As for those who do, with them is wrong,
So follow the leader as you may,
And even the soldier can evade the young bull,
Which is all you're unwilling to take-
That bulls are younger than you.
poem by Naveed Akram
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He Fights
A soldier is a soldier,
He stands tall before our flag,
He fights for what’s right,
He fights for his people,
He fights for us to be free,
He fights for us to live,
He fights for his family,
He fights for all the things the Red, White, Blue stand for,
He’s a solider 24/7,
To all that see him he’s just another to die fighting,
To us his family most importantly his daughter me,
I see him for how he really is,
He’s my father,
He’s my post when something sad has happened,
He’s my hope,
He’s my shoulder I need to cry on,
He’s my everything.
To everyone ells he’s just another solider how dies for a cause but to me he’s my father that lives his life to the fullest.
I got this idea of this poem from Angela Goodwin, even though it sounds like my dad died he didn’t but he was one of the soldiers how was sent over and came back in one piece and this is meant for him, even though we fight all the time my dad are all the things above and no matter what I say I could never hate him.
poem by Jamie Drake
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Dance of Darkness
Whisps of darkness surrond the soul
a dark drum beats
like a fearful heart
dance with me again again
darkness hear my plea
i wish to dance with you
as your goddess and creator
i call to you
Take the blood from the innocent who hides
and dance with me again again
darkness the white bull
i call to you
and as so you must abide
darkness dances like the meldoy of a demon
a white bulls toll is the blood of light
a black bulls toll is the love of innocence
take your pick and dance with me
dance with darkness
is to follow me
poem by Jasmine Appelhaus
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It’s the second day that I visit
It’s the second day that I visit
on the farm near Reivelo,
just past Vryburg.
They farm with cattle, goats,
a few sheep, muscovy ducks, turkeys
and chicken.
The scrambler bumps up and down
right through the field
and go past rocks and bushes,
while we drive along the rough field
and the hot wind
cut across my face
and there are places
where it cannot go.
It’s time to transform
young bulls to oxen,
to brand cattle
and to cut their horns
and I get a black stallion
to ride into the field.
My cousin rides in front
with a brown Arabian mare
and there are bushes
and flat slabs of rock
and small hillocks that we past
to try and round up young cattle
to the corral.
It’s nice to be a cattle herder
for a time
and to use legs and heels
and reigns,
to round up cattle in the field.
Every thing goes well until
I chase a young black bull
just to the entrance of the fold,
where it stops stubbornly
and doesn’t want to move
a feet further.
I jump out of the saddle,
fasten the reigns
to a small branch
and rush to the obstinate bull.
It stands and snorting
and stamp its feet
and when it sees me,
it rushes confused
at the horse.
That faithful horse stands firm
while the bulls horns swishes
onto the reigns
and the horse
stops that bull in its tracts,
that a piece of the bridle
breaks right off.
Then I am at the bull
and pull the reigns
out of its horns
and it walks meek
into the corral,
while in astonishment
I stand and look at that animal.
With a knee-strap
and pliers in the nose
we draw the bull to the ground
and when we shear it,
it moans like a heifer
and there’s a burning smell
that goes up from the branding iron
and I see the horns
dropp at my feet
and it’s another beast
when it stand on its feet.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Not only the bull attacks his enemies with curved horn, but also the sheep, when harmed fights back.
quote by Sextus Propertius
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The breeding programs for the bulls have improved significantly. The bulls are at a much higher caliber.
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A Bull For Me
I think, Sirs, and most inimitable Ladies
I think I prefer to look at a bull
The sketch of a bull, the head of a bull perhaps
even if but a study by an artist
rather than some fancy prophet in glorious paint
or in grand chapel or some miracle recounted
in paint and colors and with consummate skill
or even God descending
ah, all these do not take my fancy
they smack too much of the Elevated;
there’s too much
of the grandstanding in these
Grand Divine Themes
but the face of a bull, ah give me a sketch
of the face of a bull
just the bull, all marks of nature in it
and just itself
no symbolism, no conceit, no artifice
no High sounding theology, no Revelation
but just animal nature in its nudity
being a bull
just animal, its eyes and mouth and horns
just all coming together to form one creature
a portrait of a bull anytime for me
Sirs and most inimitable Ladies
none of the Holy Ones and the Great Prophets
and the Mighty and the Divine
and the Grand-Looking:
no bull for me, please;
just the plain head of a bull, as it is
poem by Raj Arumugam
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x One Arguement x
I have finally realised that
One argument can cause so much stress
They can cause fights
The fights will turn people against each other
People will give you dirty looks and hate on you
It can make people feel sorry for one another
Even worse it can make you feel like killing yourself
People will take sides
One argument will change your lifetime
He people you hang around with
And there world ahead of you
By Lisa Anderson
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Keep The Fights
Self enslaved!
Soul devoid!
Break the Bonds
Keep the Fights.
Till the Heart feels rejoice
And the Self gives you voice.
Though the Tide is tough
To swim aside
Sink not, loose not
Keep the Fights.
Emmemce Dark is broad and wide
There is no hope of a Light
Though feel fighting a lossing battle
Keep the Fights
Do keep the Fights.
Brave men are
Those who fight
And fruits can never afright
For the fate favours the Brave
For the death is a wreath to Martyrs.
So dont ever quit the Battle
Keep the Fights
Do keep the Fights.
Vivek Tiwari
Composed on Sep 27 2012
poem by Vivek Tiwari
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The lion leading bulls
It is how you have made use of your men
That has decided how they have fared.
It is how you have made use of yourself
That has decided how you have emerged.
It is how you have showed of yourself
That has decided how others have accepted.
Lions led by a bull will lose to bulls led by a lion.
31.05.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A cowboy from down Pecos way,
On the bulls he just couldn't stay.
So he bought super glue,
Then said proudly I knew,
I could stick to the bulls one fine day.
quote by by Juan Olivarez (16 March 2011)
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Will There Be A Chance
Is there for me any chance,
That in my life...
I might witness,
A world in peace.
Is there for me any chance,
That in my life...
There would be people,
Living in harmony.
And is there any chance,
I might not have a need...
To suspect,
I'm deceived.
Or hated...
For who I am!
Or what it is I believe.
And will I hear rejoicing,
From voices surrounding me.
Is there any chance that people,
Will live in respect to give...
And receive.
Is there any chance,
People will awaken to see the light.
Any chance,
People one day will end all their fights.
Any chance.
And chance.
Any chance,
People will awaken to see the light.
Any chance,
People one day will end all their fights.
Any chance.
And chance.
Any chance!
Will there be a chance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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