Best Gentle As A Lamb Poems
Death isn't what you think it is,
At least not when you sit with Death
Death I know. I know because once
I was in the same room with Death
Death isn't horrific, she, he is not a monster,
it was not frightening when I met Death
Death claimed my father when I wasn't there
but she, he waited for me, the night I met Death
Death took the warm breeze from my father's chest
left him cold to the touch I was there next to Death
Death stole my father's voice left him quiet among the roar
of silent tears. I felt the moisture in the room next to Death
Death left with no more then what filled shallow pockets
graciously bowed on the way out, so I bowed to Death
Death I knew walked out empty handed as he does
my father's life still burning in memories, so I bowed to Death
my father's body was dead in that hospital bed
but I couldn't help kiss warm my father's flesh
but I couldn't help speaking to him "I love you Dad"
three years passed since that night
my father is still alive in memories bright
he accomplished so much, touched so many
never a time when I needed my Dad
never once was he not there to help
how could you be sad for a man like that
he lives in my heart sheltered there
even when I am long gone he will live
preserved by my children and then theirs
how could you feel sad for a man like that
Always stood a giant in the largest of crowds
He was loved and admired, he never died
He was just needed somewhere else
Death isn't always what you think. he, she came and left
light as a feather I barely felt the presence of Death
Death?
I've met him, when I meet her again
there will be no fear
Death!
It isn't always what you think it is.
When I met Death it was gentle as a lamb.
Maurice Yvonne
09/23/2014
Contest: The Poet III
Sponsor: Gautami Phookan
Whispers of weeping willows beckon me,
“Forget the rain; get ready for a ride!”
On a magic carpet I soar o’er sea
Worldly troubles melt away as I glide
To another world where flora is lush
There are no signs of civilization
As I land next to a pink butterfly
Against my elbow this creature does brush
Have I begun a new incarnation?
That can’t be, for I know I didn’t die
All is still, not a hush
And even by my best calculation,
Nary a soul is lingering nearby
But creatures aplenty bid me good day
Seeing a long-necked giraffe makes me smile
He bows his neck and soon goes on his way
How lucky I feel! This trip is worthwhile
From the forest a lion approaches
Gentle as a lamb, he purrs at my feet
As I reach over to pick a red rose,
Not one thorn encroaches
Wafting through the air an aroma sweet,
A welcome sense of serenity grows
From the brook beside me a large trout jumps;
Splashing is his way of saying hello
Now why was I feeling down in the dumps?
When twilight descends, the forest’s aglow
With lavender, amber, pink hues and more
This is the harmony ancestors knew
And as I lie down, my spirits revive
Gone are things I abhor
My, this fantasy was long overdue
And I feel so blessed just to be alive
*Entry for Cyndi’s “AN ODE TO SMALL COMFORTS ON A RAINY AFTERNOON” contest
An alien abducted me
In his turbo space machine
He has promised he will set me free
If I help him find a queen .
Well I believe in true romance
I listen as he reels off his queens necessities
As he spoke I kept thinking '' No chance ''
and uttering the phrase ''oh Jeez ''
He says his queen just has to be
As gentle as a lamb
Never argue or disagree
and be eager to please her man .
She must not moan if he's watching telly
Or if he's drinking beer in a bar
and after midnight when his legs turn to jelly
She must pick him up in the car .
She must be immaculate and sexy
She must smell just like a rose
Never get a little tetchy
When she see's him pick his nose
She's got to feed the dog , Mind the kids
Keep the house sparkling clean
Listen to what his work mates did
In the turbo space machine .
See there is beer in the fridge
For when his mates come round
Make them all a sandwich
See the kids don't make a sound .
Though she may be worn out
By the rigours of the day
She must be ready to put out
and let him have his way .
Well the alien who abducted me
Sure wants his money's worth
but he won't get any help from me
So I am eternally orbiting the Earth.
My Ex Husband:-
Lied to me
Was often drunk and violent
Belittled me
Spent all my money
Ran off with my best friend ...
HE’S FIRED!
Position is now vacant
the new applicant needs to be:-
Honest
Teetotal and gentle as a lamb
Stand by me through thick and thin and not put me down
Solvent enough to buy me the odd bunch of flowers or an orchid
Loyal – (the only real friends I have left are male!)
If you think you can fill this position ...
YOU’RE HIRED!
Contest: The Interview – Judy Konos
7th June 2015
Jan Allison
You are the storm in my heart, the calm
after the rain.
You are the sweetness of a rose depicted
so plain.
You are the strong brave lion quick in
flight,
but gentle as a lamb when not in fight.
You are the “Thinker”, so deep to ponder;
ample space for dreams to wonder.
You are a locomotive running down
the hall,
knowing for sure I’ll catch your fall.
You are a breeze without a care,
blowing with the wind gets you there.
No care in the world and nothing to miss,
when you stumble and fall, I heal it
with a kiss.
Copyright © 1985 By Caryl S. Muzzey
I praise myself- a 'feral' animal,
so like you, Elephant- majestic, wild;
your dedication to herd families
has influenced me since I was a child.
Like you, dear Elephant, instincts abound:
a mother, matriarch surely I am,
consumed with 'tribal' harmony, like you,
fierce guardian- yet, gentle as a lamb.
Brave elephant, devoted to a fault,
my sense of duty matches yours for sure.
Connected still, and leading when I can,
so that like you, my kindred will endure.
Like you, a power animal, I'm strong
for young ones of my 'herd', and elders too.
My mental 'tusks' plow through life's challenges
and make it easier to help them through.
My empathy and telepathic sense,
like you, attune me to familial needs.
Staunch Elephant, your deep connectedness
and cogent, native skills inspire my deeds.
As imitation mimics flattery,
you, Elephant, I've followed many ways.
Your species has survived billions of years;
that 'feral' part of me- mimes you in praise.
June 15, 2017
~2nd Place~
Contest: A Poem Honoring Spirituality Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Judged: 05/07/2020
~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: Feral
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Judged: 08/10/2018
~2nd Place~
Contest: Favorite Animal In The World
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Judged: 06/04/2018
~9th Place~
Premiere Contest: Spirit Guides
Sponsor: White Wolf
Judged: 06/23/2017
Defined By Idioms
Naked truth, bent nails
dead men tell no tales
bad Apple, broken mirrors
burnt out light bulbs, crocodile tears
spilt milk, goose chase
two cents worth, rat race
rotten egg, bad to the bone
eagle eye, no place like home.
bat from hell,
pulled punch
big cheese,
no free lunch
can of worms, bleeding heart
knock on wood,
till death do us part
bite the bullet, checkered past
good as gold,
last laugh
burning bridges,
ball of wax
hold your horses start from scratch
wooden nickels ace up your sleeve
hair of the dog
all Greek to me
axe to grind
behind the eight ball
bigger they are
the harder they fall
jack of all trades cat's got your tongue
fair weathered friend
like father like son
small world
on thin ice
speak of the Devil roll of the dice
blood's thicker than water
lie like a rug
dime a dozen
when push comes to shove
dog eared pages
eye for an eye
bury the hatchet how time flies clean as a whistle C
chew the fat
crime doesn't pay. cover my ass
throw me under the bus gentle as a lamb
cold shoulder
hit the fan
buyer beware
woman's work never done
never say never
takes one to know one
come Hell or high water
pissing in the wind
pretty as a picture through thick and thin
beat a dead horse pass the buck
whole nine yards down on my luck
life’s a
don't rock boat
needless to say
go for broke
My life is the sum of trite cliches
Jaded expressions
so worthless so worn
I couldn't give it away
When I turned eighteen I met old Sam
and he looked as gentle as a lamb
but then his family
bore down quite hard on me
greased me, fleeced me took my money! Damn!
Growing up
There Was a Little Boy
Who Had Blonde Golden Hair
He Really Loved His Mother
And Thought Her Great and Fair
He Told Her All His Troubles
As He Grew into a Man
She Was Always There for Him
To Hold His Little Hand
As the Boy Grew Older
His Hands Grew Big and Strong
No Matter What He Did
She Knew He Wasn't Wrong
Finally He Was Grown
He Had Become a Man
With Children of His Own
He Was Gentle as a Lamb
Then He Lost His Mother
And Though He Was a Man
Like a Child He Cried in Grief
As He Held Her "Little" Hand
The One least likely to understand,
Was the One who knew the most
On broken knees, I cannot stand,
But haunt, do I, as wraith or ghost
The One least likely to be subtle,
Was as gentle as a Lamb
And, Oh! My emotions, deeply muddled-
Woe is me is all I am!
I came during the early boom,
sledding close to the spring.
It was surely a sixties theme.
Mom in the kitchen down in the valley
surrounded by red and white walls.
Colorful beads jangled down from a track,
dividing two rooms and a hall.
Family and friends were always welcomed,
for love and support was skin deep.
Uncle Don would stop by with a rabbit and fowl,
for mom to cook and then eat.
My eyes bucked wide
as I watched from the side,
the rabbit being fried,
the fowl was smothered
then into the oven for just an hour or so.
Mom would be humming.
Uncle Don would be stuttering.
While I wondered is that us?
My uncle SQ, a brother of the fam
was next to come into Pearl's kitchen.
Hat on his head, he was surely the man
and aways a new woman in hand
Papa got a brand new bag.
Along came aunt Thelma, the baby of her family
and surely a proper lady
set tables and standards for us to follow
and dangled long earrings forever.
Next came aunt Eunice, the family wises and gentle as a lamb.
My ace of spades, partner at times, who all that came
and tried to beat, would dare accuse us of a cheat.
I am my momma's baby, the shadow of my daddy
I love to cook with family and friends,
helping those in need, I love the feed,
and met love at a very young age.
My heart is huge and laden with compassion
while mankind is evolving, and acting so badly.
No time to judge whether it's you or us,
for this world is for all to love and be loved
and that's just the way it is in Pearl's kitchen.
A two dollar bill gives me a chance if you will
Sweet Jesus let me win the lottery
I hope it's not a sin to pray for me to win
Sweet Jesus let me win the lottery
I will gladly tithe and give to charity
I will be so good for its clear to me
Sweet Jesus let me win the lottery
No more wine women and song
Just a six pack of brew and a sexy blonde
Sweet Jesus let me win the lottery
I do church on Sundays and if its a lot
I'll even do Wednesday evenings with the potluck
Sweet Jesus let me win the lottery
No more cussing or fussing or complaining
I'll be gentle as a lamb, after prayers shout amen
Sweet Jesus let me win the lottery
I've been too poor too long
Just once I want enough to get along
You know I will share, end each day in grateful prayer
Sweet Jesus! Dear Jesus! Let me win the lottery!!!
Resplendent in her trappings
Yet her smile is not her own
Quietly she watches
A queen upon her throne
Soft and gentle as a lamb
Her burdens you won't know
A helpless girl you may see
But it is all to fool her foe
It searches for a weakness
Feeling infinitely smart
But this lamb she is no coward
In her beats a warrior's heart
She sheds her crown of roses
No longer can she wait
Preparing for the battle
That will soon decide her fate
The conflict rages inside her
Fervent in it's onslaught
It's no match for her light
Casting out the shadows
Her joy and love bid her fight
She is not alone in this war
But it must feel so at times
An army of angels hold her
The peace they bring sublime
A fighter an example of grace
Her courage I deeply admire
Putting others above herself
'Tis to be like her that I aspire
O gentle giant
tall and strong
likened to the redwood tree
from way down deep
your roots unseen
stretch out far and wide
underneath your tree
your the tallest redwood
in the forest I see
but gentle as a lamb
in the sun lights glee
on bended knee
I saw you kneel
releasing rain from the heavens
I see you still
never falling or cut down to size
strong and incredible
through life's turbulent skies
your my helper and friend
in the midst of pain
your my shelter from the storm
in the land of the sane
you have bared the cross of the Christ
made from redwood tree
O gentle giant
father to many
but daddy to me
goodnight sweet redwood
Since I was a kid,
they said I was gentle as a lamb.
Quiet.
Kind.
Smart.
So I've kept that image.
Or tried, at least.
I didn’t fail.
Not once.
Grades stayed high,
mouth stayed clean,
choices stayed safe.
No vices, no trouble,
just quiet nods and
“Yes, I can.”
“Yes, I will.”
I built a life that made people proud.
And slowly, I forgot to ask myself,
"Are you proud too?"
Well, I guess I am.
I’ve built a good name, after all.
But looking back now,
I feel sadness
because every praise I get
feels like a quiet command
that the only room I should enter
is the room of success
Every applause disregards the possibility
that I could fail at any time.
It’s like a tooth,
one that never got to grow
because a “perfect” one
was already there.
I should bear the weight of the crown I chose,
but as time passes by,
it grows heavier,
stiffening my every move.
Now that I’m older,
I wish to live without any standard.
To enjoy life and everything it offers.
I wish to say no without guilt.
I wish to rest without thinking of time.
I wish to live without having to earn it first.
But with a heart as brittle as glass,
A mind that easily overflows with thoughts,
With soft eyes that cry too easily—
Is it even possible?