I am a Herder of words,
I am sorry that I cannot bring forth an auditorium and make them dance.
I am herder of words my friend,
I cannot bring life to canvas and add colour.
I am a herder of words,
I cannot bring forth melody to your ears and transport you to esctacy
I am just a herder of words,
I cannot enthrall you visually, nor can I impress you with my voice.
But I can hit you with a jolt, when you are alone.
After your thoughts have become silent.
I can rile in my words to make you feel anything and everything.
You will read my words in your voice, you will build them a palace in your head, you will find my words speaking with you, for you !
These words shall become yours...
But you shall have to find my words,
That cannot happen so easy, for you to distill my words takes time...
There is a brighter Side To BEING A SHEEP HERDER
There's got to be a brighter side to being a sheep herder?
baa baa baa, hOW YOU DOIN
bow wow- wow wow, Hey man!!!
rough- Watch it!!!
Hey Sheep
Beep-beep
I got the right of way
Hey sheep
To close my ears are jammed
Can't hear a word you sayN
Just tryN to do my Job
Come on Ya! U pose???
TO FOLLOW ME
AHHHHHHH!
(There's got to be a brighter side to being a sheep herder?)
1/10/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Murder of a Sheep Herder
On a tall cross that had a girder
They caused what was to be murder
Of Son of God our sheep herder.
Jim Horn
The Herder
Words are racing by as a yacht making blue water white.
Should I now think in nautical terms, say, a bad seascape
painting of crested waves, which looks like clotted cream?
When I’m thinking of sheep that feed on sun yellow grass
on a field dotted with olive trees? Bedouins unlike cowboys
feel no disgrace looking after them. Biblical peace, that is
before walls were erected and common land absorbed in
the name of nationhood. I know naught, land has changed
hands for thousands of years and will do so again, but I pity
the olive tree it takes a long time bearing fruit, when it does
the walls will be used as building stuff for modest homes.
Peace will be restored, but not forever humanity is, even if
it talks about it, not made for peacefulness. The man with
the biggest flock of sheep will always want more land.
In my vessel below Europa seas
Pardoning my telepathy-
You see, I am too far below
to reach out to you in our minds
As lovers do.
I envision our green skin
sticking together,
communicating from within.
I am but a mere herder
of these wretched undersea creatures
These Tetrasienka, giant peaceful beasts-
Which I would happily give you
In a quiet reunion, then a fanciful feast.
When my tour is finished- in 10,000 light years,
Perhaps we shall walk on Jupiter,
holding webs, staring at a place called Earth.
My Love, when done herding these Tetrasienka,
from the deep I will come to you...
In my vessel from below the Europa seas
Perhaps we may try a thing called birth-
but only if you please.
* Europa is a moon of Jupiter, with known oceans and
hot wells deep in the ocean, life is expected to thrive there.
And the "Tetrasienka" is my version of a
whale-like creature living there.
9th place in the "Parody" contest by Dr. Ram Mehta
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