Brown Cow - a fun poem about cows!

Brown Cow

By Paul Howlett

Brown cow standing beside the road

Looking very regal, looking for grass

On top to the ridge standing on high

Making her kin folk feel kinda last

She was up there feeding and looking about

Making sure that no one took her out

Like it or not, she was on top

All of the others

The rest of the herd, were in the ditch

Feeding down low, thinking she’s a bitch

For finding the high ground

Finding the best

Finding the grass

That has tastes better

Than all of the the rest.

Note:  I wrote this poem after seeing a cow standing on high ground, with the rest of the cows about were down low in a ditch, as I drove from Rosewood to Ipswich, Queensland last year.

Little Brown Bag - a poem by Paul Howlett

Little Brown Bag

 By Paul Howlett

Little brown bag

Just what you hide

Is it rum is it rye

Lots of liquor

I am sure

But no one knows

Just for sure

It may be potent

It may be demure

It may even be

Some kind of cure

For the throat

For the body

Who will know

Lest I give it up

And  show!

I wrote this poem after a friend of mine had a 'incident' with a drunk in a public mall.  The drunk was drinking from a container stuffed into a brown bag. My friend remarked to me that a brown bag is a signal to the world that you are drinking intoxicants, and it really does not hide anything.  You would be better just to put your hand over the brand of your drink and that would be a lot less conspicuous!

Statue of Liberty - sketch with oil pastels

This sketch was done with oil pastels, and I hope this shows a slightly different aspect of the American famous icon.

Headwaters of the Mississippi River



This is my pastel oil sketch of a photo taken by my step-son Shane.  He and his father took a trip to visit the headwaters of the Mississippi River.  

Nicollet Lake is the name of the headwaters.

I did take the liberty of changing the signage somewhat, (not the words) as pastel crayons do not lend a hand to small lettering on the ‘totem pole’ post.

Cobb n Co - Australian transport in the late 1800s

Cobb n Co by Paul Howlett

I have been using some oil pastels for the last few weeks.  I am still setting up my paints after moving back home after the Queensland floods of last year.  I like these oil pastels as the are quick to use and gives me heap of practice, to get my 'mojo' up and working.

In the town of Rosewood were my wife and I had rental accomodation while our home was being renovated after being flooded, there is a Cobb and Co coach in a very large showroom in the town.  From time to time they give tourist rides in the coach through the town.

Here is a 'rough' picture of the coach.

The Facebook and The Google - a poem

The Facebook and the Google

by Paul Howlett

The facebook and the google

Both entities I know

They both inhabit the Internet

But I think they’re deadly foes

They both need room to grow

And that’s were the seeds are sown

One or the other wants to dominate

Which in the end, leads to hate

As one sets off against the other

Barring users for daring to interconnect

Many times on the Internet!

NOTE:  I now can interconnect between the two - YEAH!

What is wrong with Facebook?

I have been posting poems up here on my blog, none of which are 'rude' or what have you so why all of a sudden I am blocked from putting my work up on facebook?