Best My Little Lamb Poems
Where has dad gone, momma dear?
Hush, my little lamb.
Your dad's gone to the thicket dear
And mad old Abraham
That man went early this grim morn, and took his sharpened knife
And with him took his own first born, to offer up his life
With servants and with firewood, both, they journeyed to Moriah
And on the hillside there they built an altar and a fire
And Isaac, when he heard the plan, went willingly, it's odd
That he should let that daft old man, so worship his cruel god.
Your father, he was passing by, and heard but could not see
And foolishly could not deny his curiosity
So closer did your father scramble peering through the thorns
Unaware of how the brambles tangled with his horns
Just to see a crazy man who planned to kill his kin
Your father did not understand the danger he was in
For then again that mad old man started hearing voices
His god was speaking to the loon and giving him new choices
And so his plan to slay the boy came about to falter
And Abraham, he took your pa and dragged him to the altar
But that was never fair, mama, can you tell me why
When Isaac he was all prepared and well prepared to die
And all had been decided on, so what cruel trick mama
Was played upon that grand old ram, who was my own papa?
Life is not fair, my little lamb, nor is it like to change
And fate plays tricks on all of us, both sinister and strange
So you take care, my little lamb, with this advice from me
Do not visit places where you know you should not be
The moral of this story dear, is take heed of the odds
And stay away from two-leggies worshipping their gods
When I first saw you
In your moms arms
How fascinating you are!
My sweet cherry blossom
My God sent Gift from above.
Joy poured from my eyes when
I heard through the small key hole
Your first awakening call, music I adore
My little lamb, step by step you will crawl to
This vast mysterious place known as “Our Human World”
I cannot wait to glide you,
On the rainbow up in the spring sky
And bathe you with diamond dew drops
In the rising golden Sun
I want to carry you to see how the clouds float
Like a fleet of sheep below the highest mountain
Beneath the golden sun beams glitter the ripples of the ocean
To make your cradle soft and perfumed
I will collect all the flowers bloom In this entire world
My pink Rose will be the queen of whole floral kingdom
I cannot wait until you grow up
And race with the wind on a mighty stallion
To witness the prince charm carries you
To your throne in his golden chariot
Oh! My sweet angel!
I’ll be the luckiest Gran
If only God permits me!
Fairy Tales – Lost and Found
Mary ran into the department of what she thought was “Lost and found”
There she saw an old lady small and sweet, but very round
Mary said “Excuse me please, can you help me out?
I’m a little deaf my dear, I’m afraid you will have to shout.
If you please, my name is Mary and I’ve lost my pretty shoe
I can’t go back home this way and I don’t know what to do.
Oh my dear, that‘s not quite right, you couldn’t have lost your shoe
For if you say your name is Mary, I will find your little lamb for you.
“ My little lamb “?, whispered Mary, what is she talking about ?
I said I’m a little deaf my dear, you really have to shout.
If you were Cinderella or Dorothy, it would‘ve been a slipper not a shoe
And you said you were Mary so you can’t even be Betty Blue.
I’m sorry you are mistaken and you seem so very nice,
I will help you find your little lamb, how i helped the three blind mice
“The three blind mice, had the lady gone really mad?
Mary looked at her pretty shoe and felt so very sad
If you finished with Mother Goose, I beg your pardon miss
Because I’ve lost the way to Snow White’s house and she’s waiting for my kiss.
Mary turned to see Prince Charming who was standing next in line
Mary now wondered instead of her shoe if perhaps she had lost her mind.
You’re really a naughty boy Prince Charming said Mother Goose
Forget Snow White and Rose red or Cinderella’s heart you’ll lose.
“Next” called Mother Goose to the annoyed princess in green
I lost my ball at the garden wall, but found a frog who talks it seems
He calls himself the frog prince but I’d rather have back my ball
For with a kiss on the lips, lo and behold the prince was bald.
Mar y now began to laugh out loud and tears rolled down her face
She looked for the lost and Found sign and found La La Land in its place!.
My little girl is a symbol
of myself. her innocent
pure ways soften my skelf.
If I have doubts,
my little lamb will surly sort
them out.
I need only search my
feelings for her, unconditional
love will truly be without a
doubt.
A Teddy Bear I have found to give my perfect little lamb.
One day replaced with his own lamb, a Teddy Bear to give.
Still for now he is all mine, as we snuggle close and warm.
But some day on little legs he will begin to venture forth.
Still, a Teddy Bear I have found for my beloved little lamb.
Ten perfect little fingers wiggle like his ten perfect little toes.
They mesmerize me totally just like that quaint little nose.
It’s hard to believe that soon, he will learn to reach out so far.
But today he snuggles closely with his Teddy Bear and I.
Bumps, and falling down some day will start his way to walk.
But for now he is all mine as I kiss his brow and nose in awe.
Such beauty is held for me as that little fist goes in his mouth.
Those beautiful big eyes when open, hold me in their thrall.
It’s hard to believe they’ll ever be able to look past me at all.
A perfect little angel was given unto me on this very special day.
Nothing more I ask of God than to guide him gently on his way.
For now a Teddy Bear I have found to give my little lamb.
And today he snuggles closely with his Teddy Bear and I.
He was once God’s lamb before: his care was given unto me.
He is mine, till he finds his own little lamb, a Teddy Bear to give.
Raven walks upon death’s door beautifully adorned.
Silky skin, pale and white entombs her heart that mourns.
The black of death stole her joy now she lives life scorned.
Gracefully her energy calls to those whom she forewarns.
A silver streak in jet-black hair upon her back fuses
Thoughts of death know hopes continue growing strong.
Dreams of heaven invite her soul to feel cold breezes.
Bereavement seeks the path to night passing through evil’s throng.
Her tombstone waits to call her home to the place she longs to be.
Where others, mothers, loved ones dear, seem to take away her fear.
A sea of clouds lay at her feet tempting her soul to be free.
While wading through death’s enticing shroud she frantically bids God near.
Too soon, the magical ravens appear to encircle a distant light.
Her hopes of peace and a painless end are merely an illusion.
Spirits carry to the world beyond, their temperaments dull or bright.
And death without heaven’s call sends the soul reeling in confusion.
Metamorphosis befalls imagined, but change must reach the heart.
Then, families both here and there can feel their spiritual bond.
Rains may fall from bursting clouds and flowers soon after impart.
Then, surprising beauty blooms again all around God’s created pond.
Her gown of black caresses, gracefully flowing around the lonely girl inside,
Raven reaches for her new life above mankind’s lustful longing eyes.
She seeks to find many joyful days within the midst with God beside.
Death sinks to the ground with her face in its hands; out loud life cries.
Then, healing came through a miracle made especially to help sorrow mend.
She felt the touch of the Savior’s hand as He softly said, “I Am”
Beside you, Raven, I will stay; life’s bitterness shall surely amend.
Happiness shall be your friend; I promised you my little lamb.
© January 17, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Written for Member Contest: "Among The Dead"
Crash and burn
Looking for a house to sing the blues
And wallow in my weariness.
I light a candle for you
For me
For them
For us.
Not much of a writer anymore
Maybe I never was.
It's about time to get in the car
And get what I need.
I will be allowed to walk the weariness off.
Lay low with my little lamb
Wash my sins and the world's semen off my skin
Go to sleep like a well-fed baby.
Oh, call me, call me baby and say good night.
I feel your kiss upon my head.
I see you stare me right in the eye
And tell me that it's forever
As the tear falls from my cheek
No more fretting and worrying about your love
For it's blossomed and standing firm.
I rest my head on your warm chest
With its nest of dark curls.
I love you, I love you, and I love you.
All the work
All the suffering of the shadows
We see day in and day out on the streets.
We'll make it, my love.
As long as we know
the moon and the stars are for us
until the day that we die.
Give the Ape his vice, electric device;
And watch him suckle at the Engine’s teet.
Abandoned child of Divine Person’s Thrice
Does see, no more himself, but Death in meat.
A phantom image lays in frame and clutched
By hands no more in contract with the thumb,
that lone appendage barks commands to such
who watch the face reflected turn to drum.
For with each click upon that mirrored man,
In vain, unknowing, strikes to gouge the eyes:
In darkness happ’ly seeks his own remand,
But if in sight the chains appear, not lies.
Yet think not of these things my little lamb,
You have so much to see on Instagram.
Was listening to the 23d Psalm as we read it at St. James Episcopal Church in Shallotte, NC.
Went to Arbor Landing and attended Poetry Revisited that afternoon. I could detect a sense
of depression present there. Wrote following poem based on these actions.
Spoils of the Victor
When she lost was such a sad and lonely day;
Hopes and dreams about Hillary had faded away,
And them, so much self-pity was found upon;
Her victory spoils disappeared and were all gone.
Now each one of the spoils had become spoiled,
While being dirty, disarranged and badly soiled;
There is always a huge as well as a severe cost
Causing our pride and confidence to be lost.
This past Sunday to me had recently occurred.
A thought of Christ being our good she[herd,
And after seriously talking to His herd of sheep,
From them never heard a sound or single peep.
They wanted to hear each word Jesus had to say
Removing doubt, discouragement and dismay;
Remember, you each will always be my little lamb
And your savior sent from heaven yes I am.
Forget about fools and should start trusting in me,
And I will preserve all of your sanity and security;
Forever and ever in heaven you will remain
Where all of your souls are safe and stay sane.
Jim Horn
My little lamb is no more, have no fear
Having tast’d blood, it no longer suckles
Sharing a bottle of wine here or there
Sometimes, an exchange of fists and knuckles
Acceptability is the watchword
It’s a time of identification
Sharing bonds that exclude strife and discord
To attain wholesome unification
The jugular is slit, blood flows without
Oaths are taken to acquire kinship
A curse is the end result of a flout
A parting bequest from the fellowship
This is a good time for songs and dances
This is the moment to take life’s chances
And it's done now
Nothing left to do
And it's all over
Over for you
You asked me why
So long ago,
You asked me why,
"Why does the caged bird's beautiful song disgust me so?
You asked me why, as you tucked your hair behind your face
You asked me why, as you closed your eyes, and saw with your soul
Saw with your soul
Saw with your soul
I think now I have my answer
Now I know why
But it's just another question
"Why does a caged bird make you sigh?"
But it's done now
Nothing left to do
And it's all over
Over for you
I know I started painting you into a song
I know you smiled as I led you along
But my little lamb
My pure, white, sheep turned black
With those soulful eyes
My answer is: I love you, so I want you to go and never come back
Your song will never be finished
Your answer will never be forgotten
I will always remember you
But please, oh please, never turn rotten
Oh where oh where have the little elves gone?
Oh where oh where can they be?
They are making the toys for the good girls and boys
I hope they are making some for me
Note. my version of where has my little lamb gone
Stumbling along the worn down pine,
Clamoring like a babe against floor and a table leg
I found the stool to shame all other stools.
Propping my bony bottom atop
Like a laggardly old lion,
Done with denunciation,
Dismal and downgraded,
While awaiting the minstrel's mentions
of a certain sort of sustenance.
"I have here for you soup
My little lamb."
Yet a lion here I sit!
With letters here I writ!
While in my bowl
She spills the same.
Despite my place.
Despite my name.
I take a spoonful
Maybe more.
My taste buds take off
Beyond flavor's shore.
I've now flown the coop
Just for poetry's soup.
My angel I have heard on high.
I'm lost. I don't know who I am.
You seem so high up in the sky,
and I am really in a jam.
By the tinkling of heaven's chime,
I ask myself, suppress a grin,
where have you gotten to this time?
What kind of trouble are you in?
I do not know quite where I am -
maybe, to the slaughter led,
just like Mary's little lamb,
except that I will soon be dead.
I can hear your voice so shrilly.
I will find you, my little lamb.
You needn't be dramatic, silly.
If I must use GPS, I can.
Oh, my angel, I must confess,
I don't know the reason why
I got myself into this mess -
a whale's belly? I want to cry.
Oh my gosh, my little fool -
find you? I wonder if I can?
Don't worry, my precious jewel,
my angel eyes begin to scan.
When grim imagination starts to roam,
anywhere on earth's roundish sphere,
you are always here in our home,
and your angel always finds you dear.