Best Shepherding Poems
Mind will always dream,
eyes will endlessly gaze,
lips will remain impatient.
Although, I've not met her,
the heart is a battleground
of anguish and angst.
Its cries, seeking the serenity
of her secret sanctuary.
Hope ascends to tranquil heavens.
Twilight's baptism, blends
merigold into fading blue horizons
with sparkling amethysts hues.
Oh my beautiful beloved,
come to me with your comforting arms,
like soothing stars, shepherding
the nebulous night sky.
Destiny can deceive,
sometimes a friend, sometimes a foe,
but, we search for the blessings,
through each trial and tribulation.
For, she is the silence,
between heart beats -
who's name rests upon
tense tips of the tongue.
In the discrepancy of distance,
love's appetite lingers in lament -
yearning for our lips to merge.
Yet the night is an unfinished symphony.
Idyllic lyrics craving to pour,
upon an incomplete song sheet.
Without her,
Silent One's muse is mute.
I am not a poet,
But in her reflection -
I am poetry.
Simple Musing
Silent One
1 August 2020
Categories:
shepherding, love, romance, romantic love,
Form:
Free verse
You Suffocate Me with Darkness…
~Satan~
Lawless, deceiver
Perverting, accusing, murdering
Fallen angel, ruler of darkness, marriage destroyer
You stalk, you lie, you destroy, you steal my loved ones’ joy
You are the real loser
in
The
End
You permeate my life with prisms of warm sunshine…
~Almighty God~
Rejuvenator, love illustrator, galaxy maker, poem saver
Shepherding, protecting, sacrificing
Prince of Peace, Sea-calmer, our best friend
You came, you lived, you sacrificed your life
You
are
the
main event
In Paradise…
Our Lord
Written by John Aaron Green & Gwendolen Rix
1-2-11
For Opposites Attract Collaboration Contest~Tracie Indigo Dream Weaver
John wrote the first half and believes that our poems will be inscribed into the streets of gold in Heaven which is referenced in the second half-- “poem saver”. Gwendolen wrote the second half.
Categories:
shepherding, faith, uplifting, life,
Form:
Free verse
(An Addingham Poem)
Clashes of old tainted galvanised buckets
against the stone flags daily ring out across the manor farm yard,
profanity given proficiently if the swine catches Father off guard.
Lusty teats await emancipation of release ‘Friesians’ frolic in resolution,
‘Pete’ the old boss Bull awaits the dawning the perfect scene for evolution.
The purple haze of Rombald’s moor embraces the horizon
while the aging grey ‘Cat-steps’ hide within the mist,
yet sparkle with dew in the sunlight.
David, the youngest in the family given to shepherding,
some lambs endure many a bastard day, here springtime never early.
The plough a relic of the nineteen thirty’s cuts through the soil
like a knife through butter, till it unearths a boulder, and Joe is not best pleased,
expletive aggression does not fix the problem, but his brother Abe does.
Magpie and Crow recipient to all that exist, as long as it does not move,
screaming Owls grace the heathland, their screech complementing
the never-ending whistling winds.
Come what may, farming a commitment
a promise a guardian to their yacker* of God’s earth.
© Harry J Horsman 2021
*Yacker Old Yorkshire for acre
Categories:
shepherding, farm,
Form:
Free verse
“With Education you can change the world”
I was a fly on the wall and I saw... The “discriminating few” students take many steps back, In giving values, ethics and morals the sack, Whilst cultivating fear in the hearts of a divided nation And rejecting dignity in search of debt relaxation.
I was a fly on the wall and I saw... Potential school leavers view the status quo void of hope: From the “frying pan” of the challenges of OBE life Into the cauldron of the “#FMF” strife, they ponder, Or the ‘opportunity cost’ of joining the UIF queue: With bleak futures on the horizon, they search for a tunnel light to ensue...
I was a fly on the wall and I saw...
Two decades ago a proud nation take a forward stance, Shepherding an era that elevated every unified plea, Touching hearts and transforming minds at every fleeting chance; Heralding Madiba’s legacy of forgiveness, reconciliation and peace...
I was also a fly on the wall when Madiba said: “Education is the most powerful weapon one can use to change the world”.
So distorting the view, a discriminating few seemed to misconstrue: That by “Using strife to change the world, ‘Free Education’ falls into your lap”. And as the smoke clears, it doesn’t allay many fears, ‘Cause the precedence that caused many tears, Is doomed to widen the generation gap...
Ronald W. Springfield
Categories:
shepherding, education, forgiveness, future, inspirational,
Form:
Political Verse
4 days wondered
and wondered,
wondered why
for days wandering,
left far behind
in that desolate place
the staff shepherding
the long Lazarus queue
black sheep
woolen hearts
woven together
like tight poems huddled
all together, knitting
all the lost together
the rod cued
hits the ground
like a lightening strike
lightworlds away
lightworlds arrive
risen again
running with words in vein
vanity words
the Lazarus Q'd
now running in veins
it’s like you never had wings
now you feel so alive
unfurling
like Lazarus
risen
again
Candide Diderot. ‘24
deftones,
change.
Categories:
shepherding, dark, light, lost, poets,
Form:
Free verse
It began as a lovely September, 2001, at least, it should have been.....
somewhere lost in the crossfire, between summer and fall
days growing short, and evenings long
But, things now warped into a sense of surreal. What was seen, could not be real
As if bifocals were mixed in a bin, out of focus, rim to rim
I've asked to borrow a broken pencil, I find paper blowing in the acrid wind
my fingers shake with tensile fear....and, I write a goodbye.. I don't know why......
An edifice of a city, shades of gray, smoke, and ash,
stony faces, and rubble, of ruin and glass
littered streets, silent people, crying people in shock
A playbill, lost and frayed, blowing into my face
It began as a lovely September, 200l, or it should have been.....
Sirens, shattered concrete, sidewalks, shepherding the living into
the arms of someone, or maybe, .... into the arms of no one
Someone is borrowing a cell phone, ... there is smell of burnt sulfer
Bridges, crosswalks, that will take them back into calamity, .. our new reality
Someone lends me a broken pencil, I find paper blowing in the acrid wind
I write a goodbye... I don't know why......
It began as a lovely September, 2001, or it should have been....
_____________________
10/3/14
For The Challenge "Chopped"
Sponsored By Craig Cornish
Categories:
shepherding, history, holocaust, loss, remember,
Form:
Free verse
Absolute bravery,
compassion, dedication,
everlasting forgiving grace.
Healer, indeed justifying Keeper,
lending mercy not oppression.
Providing quiet rest,
shepherding tenderly.
Understanding.
Victorious!
Wondrous,
`xactly Yahweh.
Zealous!
Categories:
shepherding, devotion, love, philosophy,
Form:
ABC
This world inside
filled with dalai lamas
composed of double layers,
light spirit rivers of nutrition
discerning dark flowing soul Source.
This world outside
vibrations of octave spectral light,
echoing morphology
ecosystems of desperate joy
and all primal elements between
betwixt
among
within
without soul vibrations echoing ecowokeness,
Earth's trans-ego
eco-symbiotic expanding integrity.
Our in/outsided nondual mindbodies,
vibrating warm souls
haunted by hate
shepherding external relationships
through ego's gate
of transparently shared soul identity.
This species multiculturing kosmic christ,
shepherd guardians hunting paradise safety
through haunted health forests
cut and sliced into label doors
into ego hells hunting Earth's co-vegetating skins,
muting ecological echoes
feeding on heavenly root systems,
vibrant deep down shaking spirit souls,
searching our primal co-gravitations
mutually defining Earth's fully abundant neurotic rivers
spiriting nutrient light
streaming out
dreaming in
screaming out
breathing in
becoming bodhisattva hunter warriors
for Peace.
BiHemispheric
intelligent designers transporting deep
rich
dense
polymorphic muses
of Earth's future vibrant TaoTime
ReGeneMentor Messiahs.
EarthMother outside in
light spiriting dark soul
EarthTribe ReSource.
Categories:
shepherding, earth, health, heaven, life,
Form:
Parallelismus Membrorum
Who Can?
Paints a Fulani maiden
With creamy calabash hawking 'fura de nunu',
A tall nomad, pole stretches on his long shoulders
Hold in place with hanging fingers like broom,
Being on a nowhere long way, wave on a transistor;
A cajole broad face,
Scowling amongst bushy extended beard;
A narrow umbrella sombrero
Tip at right elfish ear,
Shepherding towering cattle in perpendicular;
Munching down uppermost greens, with heighten horns
Traveling in lengthen distance,
Who can?
Who can?
Depict heavenly masquerade typhoon by gods;
Leaping, flying with flashing whips,
The satyr opened dark tunnel throat
And fangs all coloured with crimson;
Dear deer full of affected blinks,
Innocent mirth on polish promise horns.
Categories:
shepherding, cowboy-western
Form:
B
L
E
Saviour* suffices my soul with satisfaction savour…
Shepherding steward steps toward steadfast service.
E
D
*Titus 2:13 Looking for that blessed hope, and the glorious appearing of the great God and our Saviour Jesus Christ.
November 13, 2020
1st place, "Kim’s Acrostic Play" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues; judged on 11/25/2020.
Categories:
shepherding, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Acrostic
Under centuries of sediment
Tramped by stalwart feet
And twenty-two layers of blood
Laid down like concrete
From crunching force ambivalent
To this mottled seat
Dangles a shepherding spirit
Bathed in phantom mist
Playing on strings of circumstance
When souls coexist
With delusional flesh taunting once
So violently kissed
Until caressed in the nexus,
Songs resonating
In harmonic tempo profound
Patiently waiting
For the transitional gauntlet
Nature’s creating.
Categories:
shepherding, allegory, song-lyric
Form:
Rhyme
proud tree straight
shepherding the refraction of light
into wistful eyes
Melinda Harris
June 2009
Categories:
shepherding, nature
Form:
Haiku
Let me pen my words with lyrics flowing
My words are better than vineyards growing
More tasty than your favorite meal
My words are as oil poured out…silky and surreal
My divine father sculpture me
Am inspired through Solomon songs lyrically
I am exalted and glad with thee
For thy blessings and your gift to me
Sit back, my fellow poets, my buddies and all humanity
Let wonderful poetry dictate the way you feel
Listen to inspiring words with a delicious flavor
My style is unique and like no other
I am the keeper of chateau de Poetry
Charming words your soul loveth….read!
Feeding your conscious and subconscious everyday
Maketh your soul and spirit cast ponder away
Beautiful words flock your airy barnyards
A rich over flow… lyrically be glad!
O yeah! Am inspired by songs of Solomon
Shepherding my word’s serenading songs
King Solomon said, "Bring me a sword”
And I say “let my poetry be heard all over this world”
For I am poetically anointed by God!
©Copyright May 2012 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
shepherding, adventure, inspirational, music, poetry,
Form:
Lyric
Life--complex gift received of God's great hands;
no choice have we. When life begins we are
unaware even that we live. The sands
in life's brief glass fall beneath shepherding star.
Childhood's lessons, meant to chart roads ahead
are painful memories, unfortunate,
for babes unwanted, ill, or filled with dread
of abuse, born of souls degenerate.
Propelled by time's swift wave, proportional
or not the hard trials that befall our way,
our response we govern: build bitter walls
or live knowing grief cannot joy outweigh.
I would not blame divine hands who life gave,
for on His kind palm me He did engrave.
Reference to Isaiah 49:16 ESV
Behold, I have engraved you on the palm of my hands;
your walls are continually before me.
Copyright, July 9, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Categories:
shepherding, faith, god, life, trust,
Form:
Sonnet
in the chill of an iceberg,out on the sea
bright in it's gleaming
a herd of old walrus asleep in the breeze
peacefully dreaming
a company of penguins dance on her slopes
there on the ocean
slippin' and slidin' like a bar of wet soap
with a rockinghorse motion
just then a polar bear,off on a tear-
his sudden intrusion
abruptly the world of the penguins is hurled
into utter confusion
their situation increasingly grave
by the menacing stranger
taking no chances they make for the waves
escaping the danger
aseagull is circling high up above
chanting his mantra
singing as ever so higher he flies
shepherding clouds in a wide open sky
and i capture it all with a critical eye-
for i am a camera!
"click"
Categories:
shepherding,
Form: