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Sonnet to the Sunup
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Great Gratitude A sonnet
to the sunup
who left nectar gold
in every buttercup
A sonnet
to the sunup
.. each bee can sup
from each buttercup
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No factory farmed chicken
.. has laid such a radiant
egg of the sun
LEAVES OF FORTUNE
The wind blows autumn gold
leaves into 1 corner
.. seemingly random
in its gift of fortune
Those aligned to God
direct the winds of fortune
Nice poetry! It is sad about what we do for money(animal cruelty)
one love Corey & co
Your poems are beautiful, but I found the author's comments at the end kind of spoiled it. Keep up the good poetic writing.
I totally hear you about the factory chickens' living conditions and quality of life. I too have done a lot of research into the meatpacking and dairy industries--and I completely appalled. I'm an avid animal lover and proud vegetarian. Where I live, though, I'm a rarity. I've never met nor spoken with another who understood the deprevity of these industries and how those poor animals have to live. Thank you so much for your poem!
That's not a sonnet... you might consider calling it something different.
As for the author's comments about the egg... an egg is the natural way for a chicken to give birth.... that's how the chick comes out... in the egg. Are you saying that the natural way for a chicken to give birth in this "cage", which is really just protecting it from anything, is such imprisonment?