Lambs Poems - Poems about Lambs

Religion ... opium of the poor And roadmap of the forever — lost (1st Book Of Prayers: May, 2025) ...

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How mild spring comes in ...

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The school bell rang and out they came, fiddling, all the while, a bright sunny smile bursting, out in the playground then contemplating, what more fun and games are there for playing, teachers looked at the hush field, pondering, ado of the silence of the lambs, thing, thought their indulgence will be, obliging, their final idea was exciting, the playground alive till school...

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Voice over Wind catcher Coffee maker Coffee creamer A streak of moonlight A scent of sunlight YOU ARE NO I am the wrong way Unlearn Yield. Voice over Wind catcher Coffee maker Coffee creamer A streak of moonlight A scent of sunlight YOU ARE NO I am the wrong way Unlearn Yield. For a dead debt sealing exactly how should you call Jimmy Carter directly in solvable white house only to digress the ever mystic Angelita? Voice...

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Will of Tudela Whose zeal burned for the white wolves Against Languedoc's black lambs Nameless soul of gold Guided by heaven's muses Pitied the southern pastures Poem inspired by The Song of the Albigensian Crusade, a medieval epic poem written by two authors who had contrasting views of the crusade (explored in this Sedoka poem)....

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Early spring field and scattered daffodils, Framed in by the ethereal green hills. Sun sweet warmth falls behind and tries to gain As gray clouds drift, a calming sprinkling rain. Under the dappled shade of the tall free Laden with rich white blooms Bradford pear tree A wooly ewe milking her small lambs, lie Contently tucked resting until clear sky. Baa-baa, scamper, and...

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Soldiers at war Boots in the mud Fought by the poor Paid for with blood Death on the fields Death from the sky Nobody yields Too many die...

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It's always the impoverished that get it worse. On occasions the wealthy get it, but the poor can expect to get it worse. Mother Nature goes for the weakest buildings, the driest wood, the lowest, most fragile among us The meek often end up precipitously dead. Often, I ponder about inheriting the Earth I mean, is it worth it? Often, I wonder if lightning bolts especially single-out the meek. I guess it's good...

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Various Heresies 10 God to Man, Contra Bataan by Michael R. Burch Earth, what-d’ya make of global warming? Perth is endangered, the high seas storming. Now all my creatures, from maggot to man Know how it felt on the march to Bataan. The Less-Than-Divine Results of My Prayers to be Saved from Televangelists by Michael R. Burch I’m old, no longer bold, just cold, and (truth be...

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* For my grandson Makkie - my newest fishing buddy * ~ they … are amazing creatures with tiny little arms that stretch inches, feet … miles - they find you no matter where you are or what you’re doing and their plump-fingered hands reach right into you clutch your heart squeeze it and say “you’re...

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Killing so much more than it ever saves Religion the felon —digger of graves (The New Room: April, 2023)...

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When her ewe Sally had twins, naming them was easy for Nelly. They would either be Salt and Pepper or Peanut Butter and Jelly. Her brother asked, "what about Jack and Jill or Bread and Butter?" Nelly was irritated, he was bothering them; she ran to tell her mother. Triplet lambs are rare, it only happens 2.3 percent of...

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Strange wind puffs like curses in the air Fine maidens in a devious stare Silent lip blows, bold but unsure Like puppet minds played in obscure Shady shadows lurking in the dark Hearts steered by a shiny spark For the light of amber is too hard to resist Pristine selfdom is too seldom to exist...

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To keep us safe they came for our guns, then our thoughts we had to sleepwalk for exercise. We became fat and lazy, fed as we were on manipulated lamb offerings. They sent us to war against ourselves. Then the soil itself surrendered allowing the sky to wash away our history. The younger people had no memory of us, however, they taught us...

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On Saturday, the L A Rams Encountered the Monterey Clams With no and, if, or but It was open and shut The Sopranos limped home like lambs!...

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