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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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 ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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"...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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