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!!!
Have a great birthday, Brother Sam,
Figure of speech finds the writer;
The kind's as gentle as a lamb,
Anger turns sheep into tiger.
Topic: Birthday of Samuel Peligro (March 24)
“If anyone wants to know what elephants are like,
they are like people only more so.”
— Peter Corneille
That 'feral' part of me- mimes you in praise.
You, Elephant, I've followed many ways;
your cogent, native skills inspire my deeds
as you attune me to familial needs
I make it easier to help them through
for young ones of my 'herd', and elders too,
so that like you, my kindred will endure-
my sense of duty matches yours for sure-
fierce guardian- yet, gentle as a lamb
a mother, matriarch- surely I am-
you've influenced me since I was a child;
so like you, Elephant- majestic, wild.
May 29, 2020
~1st Place~
Contest: My Spirit Animal
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Judged: 06/07/2020
Form: Couplet- Written as a Reversible Poem-
can be read up or down.
(Newly formatted poem, with references
from a former poem)
Got haircut today, like a whole new man
Resembled a bushman, people stared then ran
Considered me dangerous
Coz of my strangeness
But still gentle as a lamb, not a scary bushman
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
As Gentle As A Lamb
J-ust as gentle as a lamb,
U-nder God the Almighty;
D-oing the Father's will,
Y-es, she obeys in humility.
S-he's as gentle as a lamb,
A-lways meek beneath the heaven;
B-ut brave enough against the devil
I-n early morn October ten.
L-owliness and modesty
A-re what make her calm;
L-eading a new way of life,
A-s gentle as a lamb.
A long-haired rocker-looking dude,
In black from head to toe,
Sat near me in the terminal
With several friends in tow.
His t-shirt showed off all his ink,
I couldn't help but see;
A picture of a pistol sure
Intimidated me.
He might have been the sweetest guy
And gentle as a lamb
But his tattoo was shouting out,
"You bother me - and bam!"
We show the world a side of us
So people will take note,
Though rarely think we'll pop up
In a poem somebody wrote.
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
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!
Late at night
I slip into the river
I like to float with the current
Dark and scary
Never knowing where it will
Take me.
Sometimes it pulls me under
Other time it's as gentle as a lamb
It snakes and turns
And tumbles me
Till I am exhausted
Sooner or later I am upon the shore
And I lie there and look upon the stars
Wondering why God put me here
I dig my toes in the sand
And grasp a willow root
Just to feel something real
And then I get up
And roll a smoke
And laugh at the wind
For I am just a fool in love
And stagger back up the road
I put my thumb out
And hitch a ride back home
Sometimes we talk
Sometimes we don’t
But we always seem to smoke
And share a story or two or three
And tell a couple of bad jokes
I shake their hand and say goodbye
But I'll see them again
The next time I get the itch to float
Upon a full moon.
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
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!