Woe to the house where the hen crows and the rooster is still.
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A Calm Mind
beside the house
he sits on an inclined rattan chair
his feet rest on a graveled ground
his head focuses on
a rooster beside
a chicken leading its chicks
to feed on rice hulls
spread under the
mahogany tree
how many months pass
when the two were
put here?
oh the rooster has
fathered a dozen chicks
and proud perhaps
he crows loudly
announcing his
paternal joy!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Paternity
beside the house
he sits on an inclined rattan chair
his feet rest on a graveled ground
his head focuses on
a rooster beside
a chicken leading its chicks
to feed on rice hulls
spread under the
mahogany tree
how many months pass
when the two were
put here?
oh the rooster has
fathered a dozen chicks
and proud perhaps
he crows loudly
announcing his
paternal joy!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Happy Easter
Who wants to be a rooster,
Crowing before dawn everyday.
Who wants to be that rooster?
Who wants to be that rooster?
Who wants to be a rooster,
Crowing before dawn everyday.
Who wants to be that rooster?
Who wants to be that rooster?
To strut and cluck for someone sleeping,
To get up.
And do that if programmed before the dawn shows up.
And if that rooster gets into a rut...
Who will then do the clucking?
Or wake up,
To collect the eggs!
Who wants to be a rooster,
Crowing before dawn everyday.
Who wants to be that rooster?
Who wants to be that rooster?
Who wants to be a rooster,
Crowing before dawn everyday.
Who wants to be that rooster?
Who wants to be that rooster?
To strut and cluck for someone sleeping,
To get up.
And do that if programmed before the dawn shows up.
And if that rooster gets into a rut...
Who will then do,
The clucking?
Or wake up,
To collect the eggs!
'Happy Easter'
~Do you notice anything different about those eggs? ~
'Yeah!
They are colored.
Why? '
~They are for the Easter Egg Hunt.
Put them back.~
'Oh!
I must be dreaming.
I thought I heard a rooster crow.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The head of the rooster that crows out of time will be cut off.
When the rooster crows off the hour, don't hesitate to adjust the time.
That Red Rooster On The Stony Ground
the red rooster knows
its place on the stony grounds
it crows three times
and then attracts the
white hen
and then shits its
dirt on the
cracks.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Alone!
The rooster crows early morning,
But waltz in the afternoon, spreading,
One wing to the submissive not clucking hen,
The hungry crows arrive with kith and kin,
With ear piercing cawing just to scavenge,
The grasshoppers, beetles and the birds chirp for free,
Hamster squeaks playing with the mate,
Squirrels squeak running for the food,
The dogs bark threatening every dude,
Occasional humming from the hummingbirds,
Still I feel alone in the safety of my home.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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A rooster crows only when it sees the light. Put him in the dark and he'll never crow. I have seen the light and I'm crowing.
quote by Muhammad Ali
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Utilitarian Point Of View
as the gray hen cackles looking for a place to lay her eggs
the red rooster looks for another white hen to shuffle on the ground,
we who see this does not condemn, nay we never think of morality
or codes of ethical conduct, as the rooster is just doing the work that nature and man have assigned to it
no hen ever complains that the rooster has copulated with the other
six hens around the poultry in the backyard and in the garden
neither shall we reprimand the rooster for being so restless and
cocky and prolific or as we call it engages in promiscuous sex
all that we are thinking on that moment are the eggs that each hen can lay, our minds looking forward to every morning's breakfast, when we shall choose, the usual delights: either scrambled or sunny side up or perhaps a hard-boiled egg for our personal consumption.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dont Think Twice Its All Right
(words & music by bob dylan)
There aint no use to sit and wonder why babe
If you dont know by now
There aint no use to sit and wonder why babe
If you dont know by now
When the rooster crows at the break of dawn
Well look out your window baby Ill be gone
Youre the reason Im movin on
Yeah, dont think twice its all right
Ive headed down that long lonesome road, girl
Where Im bound I cant tell
Goodbye is too good a word girl
So Ill say fare thee well
I aint sayin you treated me unkind
You could have done better but i, I dont mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
Oo, dont think twice its all right
Take it on
When the rooster crows at the break of dawn
Well look out your window baby Ill be gone
Youre the reason Im movin on
Yeah dont think twice its all right
There aint no use to sit and wonder why babe
It dont matter anyhow
There aint no use to sit and wonder why babe
If you dont know by now
When the rooster crows at the break of dawn
Well look out your window baby Ill be gone
Youre the reason Im travelin on
Oh dont think twice its all right
Im headed down that long lonesome road, babe
Where Im bound I cant tell
Goodbye is too good a word girl
Ill just say fare thee well
I aint sayin you treated me unkind
You could have done better but i, I dont mind
You just sorta wasted my favorite time
Oo, dont think twice its all right
Wow
When the rooster crows at the break of dawn
Well look out your window baby Ill be gone
Youre the reason Im travellin on
Oh dont think twice its all right
Ive headed down that long lonesome road, girl
Where Im bound I cant tell
Goodbye is too good a word girl
Ill just say fare thee well
I aint sayin you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I dont mind
Yeah, youre the reason Im travellin on
Oh dont think twice its all right
Take it on
Where Im bound I cant tell
Goodbye is too good a word girl
So Ill say fare thee well
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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I Choose To Be A Rooster
I can strut it like a rooster,
Recently freed from being locked up inside of a coop.
I can strut it like a rooster,
Recently freed.
I can strut it like a rooster,
To cluck as I please.
I can strut it like a rooster,
Recently freed from being locked up inside of a coop.
I can strut it like a rooster,
Recently freed.
I can strut it like a rooster,
To cluck as I please.
And before the dawn,
I can disturb your sleep.
And as the Sun arises,
You wont hear from me a peep.
Because,
I choose to be a rooster.
I can strut it like a rooster,
Recently freed.
I can strut it like a rooster,
To cluck as I please.
And before the dawn,
I can disturb your sleep.
And as the Sun arises,
You wont hear from me a peep.
Because,
I choose to be a rooster.
I can strut it like a rooster,
Recently freed from being locked up inside of a coop.
I can strut it like a rooster,
Recently freed.
I can strut it like a rooster,
To cluck as I please.
Because,
I choose to be a rooster.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Do the Crows Go
I see and hear less Crows in Spring.
Where do the Crows go?
While the Morning Doves chirp,
And the Bluebirds sing.
At dawn I use to hear the Crows...
From the rooftops and fences,
Do that 'crowing' thing.
And now that Spring has arrived,
I do not see a Crow around.
Where do the Crows go?
That's what I want to know!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rooster
Ain't found a way to kill me yet
Eyes burn with stinging sweat
Seems every path leads me to nowhere
Wife and kids household pet
Army green was no safe bet
The bullets scream to me from somewhere
Here they come to snuff the rooster
Yeah here come the rooster
You know he ain't gonna die
No
song performed by by Alice In Chains from Dirt
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Crows for Konstantin
Crows.
The noise of conflict dies away.
Those left alive will now depart.
Only the dead allowed to stay,
they have no further part to play.
The warring sides in full retreat
The crows tonight dine on fresh meat.
Though neither side claims victory.
The crows will feast quite happily.
Since man first slew another man.
It seems to be Dame Natures plan.
The crows will feast on the remains
The scavengers alone will gain.
While warring sides must count the cost
of fighting men that they have lost.
Perhaps one day we’ll realise
In war there are no victories.
Bar for the crows who do not fight
but satisfy their appetite.
On those who do who in their view
Choose to fight. they don’t need to.
Although in death they feed the crows.
I don’t suppose the crows oppose.
The idea that men come to blows.
Nor do they care I must suppose.
The only winners are the crows
who feast until they’re comatose.
On what is left of those who chose
to risk their lives exchanging blows.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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I Dreamt...
i dreamt...
i was dead,
and they'd buried me
on a hill with
a small stone marker.
and i watched
as seasons passed,
one by one,
in constant rhythm...
the years went by.
and no living being
ever visited my graveside,
except for black crows...
again and again,
black crows!
the caw of the crows!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Little Red Rooster
All right, listen now. at this time I would like to introduce a friend of ours,
A very talented guy named john sebastian. come on man.
Man, thats what I call a new york joint, man!
You can pick your teeth with a new york joint!
Well, Im the little red rooster
Too lazy to crow the day.
Little red rooster
Too lazy to crow the day.
Keep everything in the barnyard
Upset in every way.
Dogs begin to bark
The hounds begin to howl.
Dogs begin to bark and
The hounds begin to howl.
Look out strange cat people
The roosters on the prowl.
Yeah, dogs begin to bark
The hounds begin to howl.
Dogs begin to bark
The hounds begin to howl.
Look out strange cat people
Yeah, the roosters on the prowl.
If you see my rooster
Come on man, drive him home.
See my rooster, babe
Come on man, drive him home.
Aint been no peace in the barnyard
Since my little red rooster been gone.
Well, Im the little red rooster, babe
Too lazy to crow the day.
Well, Im the little red rooster, babe
Too lazy to crow the day.
Keep everything in the barnyard
Upset in every way.
song performed by by Doors
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Little Red Rooster
I am the little red rooster, too lazy to crow today
I am the little red rooster, too lazy to crow today
Keep everything in the farmyard
Upset in evry way
The dogs begin to barkin, hounds begin to howl
Dogs begin to barkin, hounds begin to howl
Watch out strange cat people
Little red roosters on the prowl
If you see my little red rooster, please drive him home
If you see my little red rooster, please drive him home
Aint no peace in the farmyard
Since my little red roosters been gone
song performed by by Bryan Adams
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