Best Sheepskin Poems

Tears rolling down the cheeks
mournfully sighs 
falling in a deep lingering thought 
Whispering inside silently 
I lay a sheepskin rug of purest white
upon the ground for you  

love me not ,want me not 
cause your heart I don't deserve 
The dripping honey from your...

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She sits on the porch in a cool desert night
A bobcat stalks prey in the day's fading light
The moon looks like a big orange in the blue
Evoking old memories she thought she outgrew

Memories of nights of moutons and mums
High stepping half-times and booming bass drums
And...

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I crossed hell's fire with my innocence shattered

A wolf in sheepskin
Was the downfall of my dreams

From a pure and sweet bliss
I was thrown in a guilt's abyss

My childhood memories
Now were tainted forever

In my innocent child mind
I waited for my knight
To take me away from the...

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I was a Butchers boy. 
I delivered peoples meat. 
I went round on a bicycle 
to save my aching feet. 

Some people liked our Pork Chops, 
and others they liked Lamb. 
You even got the customer 
who didn"t give a damn. 

The bike it had...

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I enjoyed wrapping my mind around his words
Stretching my thinking
At times coming unglued
Reaching towards oblivion
While keeping my feet in multiple worlds
Standing on sinking ground  
While leaning on granites precious solidity

The substance of imaginations inconsistencies
Tugging on the heart strings of a well played heart
Wondering along...

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It's a place, beneath 
dark sky island which
I created just for me.
A piece of eternity far 
away from clouds, stars 
or land.
To get there all I need is to 
meditate, breathe deeply, place on my heart, these poetic hands.
Shaped like a moonstone dome, the home is, and...

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The marshal saddled up as dawn broke over old Dodge City.
Upon town rabble and mean hombres he took no pity!
He donned his ten-gallon hat and strapped on his gun.
On his vest the marshals' badge gleamed in the rising sun!

Sheepskin chaps and fancy boots completed his...

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You don’t need a log on a fire.
You don’t need a soft sheepskin rug;
Just a comfortable place
That you’ve made your own space
And, if lucky, a smile or a hug.

Forget all those candles and dimmers
Or potpourri wafting above;
When you’re home in your nest
What most people like...

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The Football Major

By Elton Camp

Though the big oaf can kick a football so high,
Of skills for college work, he lacks a good supply
The old saying is true in his case without a doubt
“Behind the door when the brains were passed out.”

But there is a provision...

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(in John Deere green)

The décor paid tribute to an American icon,
a way of life that built this land.
Did the owner's ancestors farm nearby,
his memories the reason for the John Deere green?

Green everywhere: tablecloths, wooden posts
trim strips on walls, wind-chimes and hanging plants;
not garish or overpowering,...

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The Three Little Pigs


The three little pigs
Had lost their wigs
So now all the animals saw
Was three little bald wiggly pigs

They had pen and paper
Pigs writing poetry
They said oinking and inking was in their nature
We have to change the laws of the legislature

Pigs and poetry was...

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Zeitgeist - My 1960s - Liz Walsh

Kaftans, mini-skirts, Carnaby Street fashions.
Angel Delight, Hirondelle wine and that sheepskin rug.
"The price of round steak on a Saturday" while
Magdalen Laundries kept dark, dark secrets!
Nylon socks, Cuban heeled boots, body odour -
"it's always the girl's fault - she led...

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She was warm to the touch
Cold to the bone
A sheepskin clutch
With a heart of stone
Her gentle webbed hands pulling, she drowns him
And he’s seeking solace as she comes up for air
A Benedict Arnold over easy, she confounds him
He comes with a start and she with...

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Eating a hamburger, chasing it down
With milk, I sit in the dismal
Heat of the August sun. The UV rays
Searing my leather boots, I perspire
Beneath my furcap and sheepskin
Gloves. And I am hunting. Patient for
Prey, clutching my rifle, I think:
I love animals.

Toothpick dancing, hair flowing, 
I...

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Puleng please stop crying ??  Puleng!!! I'm sorry ?? 
I... I saw him... I know you're hurt and I wanted to help but... I couldn't
I'm here... Wait for me I'm going to talk to him... Wait... Wait?? wait here I'm coming 

Dad... What's going...

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