Best Fleece Poems

In England’s pleasant pastures amid the free wild flowers
Lie pagan ways the wise ones do not mock
And one adept at harnessing these ancient rural powers
Was Oggwool Fleece, the black sheep of the flock

Oggwool was old, much older than the old oak it was said
Beneath whose...

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Cherished gold
illuminating
eyes glint leaving emptiness...

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With The Fleece Torn From A Fallen Suitor's Heart


Where were you, as cold winds ate these aging  bones,
away counting your wealth, your precious gemstones;
a marauding mist that surrounds its weakened host
tho' cherished, your heart remained as a fleeting ghost.

Life lesson learned, the weak become...

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I sit on my porch on this beautiful day
I will become this poem prayer I now pray

I have learned to enjoy the simple things in life
My daughter’s smile and the love of my wife

The way the leaves rustle in the morning breeze
God’s music always seems...

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The governments are fighting.
They're handing us their guns.
Which one will we call evil
and will ours be the ones?

Our enemies a soldier
who's married with a child
who's fighting for their country
for fear that it has riled.

Their leader is a danger
of everything we know,
but when they start to...

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The night calmly come
This erratic weather 
Rarely that I glimpse
Any stars and the moon
Although like a peeping mode
Over the sky above I can see
The flickering golden fleece
Trying to hover me
I suddenly catch one
But the flicker so tender
Aloft wave goodbye
Alas, what have I done 
To cause...

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Pumping through the boundaries
like water out of a burst pipe
they go beyond
in search of that golden fleece.
Leaving the yam and millet
In hands of ''intellectual weaklings".
Deserting their muddy palaces
Resorting to restrooms yonder
Good hands seasoned for hoes
now tremble at the feel of paltry foreign notes.

It's where ice-cream...

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Fleece of morning Light

Out from the shadows
 of the night
A new morning 
begins to take flight

On breezes of honeysuckle
 scented shrouds 
Across a sky adorned in
whimsical lacey clouds

The silence of slumber
 breaks from a frown
 Her vibrancy forces 
the night to step down

Friction electrifies the
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Gentle ripples float about his wheels,
searching inquisitive around spokes,
questioning apparent lack of motion,
now the little fish turn their backs
and swam back.
Eyes intrinsically profoundly fixated
on innermost thoughts, where loud
voices debate the time away in warm
orange evening glow, fleece quilt for 
curious stars
Ears catch finest nuances in...

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fleece trap 
heat treated fluff 
my lungs fill with the lovely stuff 
strike fear into me 
light the match with forefinger 
and a wing of a bee 
fire through my lungs
don't run let it be  
smile while the blood runs
NO don't flee 
laughter burnt...

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As the salvo to parry any blow
succumbs to a deserted battlefield;
what does a warrior do who doesn't know
the war is over and it's time to yield?
     The gusto of engagement stirs the thrill
     for one final conquest;...

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The Golden Fleece 

Today my wife and I went to look at an old people’s home,
the entrance looked hotel like and had a reception and
the girl who manned it wore a starched, white uniform.
She showed us around told us that every room double or
single had...

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Weepers with hoods —
tear-stained, faceless.
Dirge monks with shields.

Knight of the golden fleece
on a slab in requiem.
The silent mouth of Cicero.

Fell in love with this funereal piece
— Tomb of Philippe Pot
with life-sized pleurants.

His hands steepled in prayer,
a lion in repose at his feet —
Grand Seneschal of...

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Flickering sunbeams inking Autumn trees,
edge the leaves with ribbons of molten gold.
And raining confetti with every breeze;
leaves tumble to the ground as nights grow cold,
crafting crunchy mosaics to behold.

With rivulets of scarlet and cerise,
an ocean of color floods the landscape.
And as gilded leaves weave a...

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Insurance

first customer of day
sheep farmer needs life insurance.
fleecing begins early
...

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