Wrapped up and warm, so comfy inside
A thick Irish sweater, where two can reside
As long as its large enough, it still might be snug
But you know what they say about bugs in a rug
Its lanolin scent so earthy and raw
Its pattern so delicate, I wouldn't withdraw
Myself from it ever as long as I knew
That someone was there, one heart from two
Categories:
lanolin, i love you, love,
Form: Rhyme
Sheep dine in the fields,
Noisy puffs of lanolin;
Hillside is alive.
Categories:
lanolin, animal, appreciation, earth, image,
Form: Haiku
The shears sleep heavy, lethargic and lost,
Silent on the cold wooden floor,
Covered in webs and dust from the years,
That have passed since they clicked to a roar,
With each sheep and ewe, and every big ram,
In the shed that was life on the land,
In the shed where the men shore, two hundred or more,
Sheep with their iron clad hand,
And lanolin and resin still emanate the air,
The walls are still old mahogany brown,
But gone are the men, in blue singlets and shorts,
Bought from the one shop in town,
Now things are quiet, the seasons they go,
The shearing shed has gone by and by,
And these worn out lonely shears hold all of the memories,
Under the dry burnt Australian sky.
Categories:
lanolin, lost love, memory, work,
Form: Quatrain
Ticker tape life into a single frame
Moon and stars silhouettes look down upon the sane
All the pristine porcelain faces lifted up to care
Intertwined fingers optimistically seeking out repair
Tolerance is not the toiling only of the brave
To find unified understanding is what the species craves
Eating of chrysanthemums call to darkness, be eclipsed
Bathe pure enlightenment producing innocence
Causing hearts to swell with love, beating live balloons
The “Perfect world” residing within Fabergé cocoons
Ticker tape life into a single frame
Darkness and misery secreted from disdain
All distorted tarnished faces sodden with despair
Lungs expanded beyond capacity, choking on the air
Hollow heads full of sorrow roll in like crimson waves
Crashing upon hopeless steely shores with desecrated pain
Soaring far from absent shadows into the great abyss
Bitter taste of hateful words linger on pursed lips
Lacerated tongue, swollen, bleeding from its wounds
Inhuman world residing within lanolin cocoons
This is copyrighted material. All rights are reserved. Reprints must be requested in writing to
the original author. © Alisha Groves
Categories:
lanolin, allusion, change, hyperbole, imagery,
Form: Rhyme
They place my vowel
Under barren landscape
Sipping from cracked porcelain cup
Of an alienated heartbeat
Devilish grins
Slapping Karma’s bottom,
A quarterback’s misguided win
Liar’s prophetic retinas glaze
With metric, disciplinary ruler
They place my consolidated lyric
On upper hand
Of cubic zirconium petulance
Their torn, lanolin coated tissue
Degrading polyester embedded uniform
Mislead by “savior’s” belief
A desolate embodiment of character
They observe me
With cherry coated pupils
Through rusty, iron bars
Its frosty echoes
Portraying fickle sonatas in these stale winds
Yet,
My ambient tear
Is simply a hoax for their recycled victory
Holding wooden spoon against my waist
Ready to crawl
©Drake J. Eszes
Categories:
lanolin, judgement, life, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Food
What do you eat
When you eat what you like
Here are some clues
From your pal Uncle Mike
Mushrooms
According to the FDA
Maggots and mites are really OK
While maggots won’t hurt you
They’re not appetizing
And flavor of mites is really surprising
So pick them yourself
Make sure they’re OK
And don’t leave this task
To the old FDA
Chewing Gum
Gum contains lanolin
And that comes from wool
It’s an oily secretion
And that is no bull
So each time you chew
You’re chewing sheep sweat
And that is as gross
As your chewing can get
Vanilla Ice Cream
If you read the label
You may see castoreum
And that’s a secretion
From a beavers old bum
The FDA says
It is generally safe
But its use in my ice cream
Just makes me chafe
“Natural flavoring” is how it is listed
The FDA’s humor
I would say is quite twisted
Categories:
lanolin, education, food, old, old,
Form: Rhyme
Lustrous black hangs over pale skin
Gleaming green under deities sight
Wheeling toes transfer lanolin
Watchers skill shadows this neophyte
Who's damning dexterity draws in
The old woman watching weaving
Whispering advice to halt spokes
But fibrous boasts offend mountain
War horns sound an electric warning
Arachne's eyes roll with faster strokes
Athena whets sharp javelin
Circling pressure spills lymphocyte
An emerald eyed grimalkin
Issuing challenge instead of a fight
To save face in front of kin
Anxiously she begins fabricating
Charring wood, wisping smoke
Arachne remembers old sin
Clean fingers start recording
Twenty one episodes to provoke
Woven lust impregnates linen
Details capture birthright
Divine lashes flicker, flecking venin
Mortal legs levitate, threads snap and choke
Defiant victory from the coffin
Punished and reborn with aconite
To appease her guilt for relaxed reign
Arachne is transformed and hanging
Always spinning; a masterstroke
Categories:
lanolin, inspirational, old, old,
Form: Ode
"I stood still and was a tree amid the wood,
Knowing the truth of things unseen before;"
. . .
"Nathless I have been a tree amid the wood
And many a new thing understood
That was rank folly to my head before."
--- from The Tree, by Ezra Pound
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Slender, singular, filamentous fir,
Yellowing larch -- these trees
Do not speak but seem to sleep,
Sheltering skinny sheep
Handily herded -- full-fleeced
In lanolin-laden wool.
Sheep do not sleep much.
They speak their protest --
(Such ineffective baas) --
To cloning and to closeness.
All, doubles of the ovine others,
Crowded among brothers,
Cowering under silent wood:
Dissimilar dark fir;
Lone, yellowing
Larch.
Categories:
lanolin, allegory, life, nature, sad,
Form: Free verse
Ticker tape life into a single frame
Moon and stars silhouettes look down upon the sane
All the pristine porcelain faces lifted up to care
Intertwined fingers optimistically seeking out repair
Tolerance is not the toiling only of the brave
To find unified understanding is what the species craves
Eating of chrysanthemums call to darkness, be eclipsed
Bathe pure enlightenment producing innocence
Causing hearts to swell with love, beating live balloons
The “Perfect world” residing within Fabergé cocoons
Ticker tape life into a single frame
Darkness and misery secreted from disdain
All distorted tarnished faces sodden with despair
Lungs expanded beyond capacity, choking on the air
Hollow heads full of sorrow roll in like crimson waves
Crashing upon hopeless steely shores with desecrated pain
Soaring far from absent shadows into the great abyss
Bitter taste of hateful words linger on pursed lips
Lacerated tongue, swollen, bleeding from its wounds
Inhuman world residing within lanolin cocoons
This is copyrighted material. All rights are reserved. Reprints must be requested in writing to
the original author. © Alisha Groves
Categories:
lanolin, life, people, sociallife,
Form: Free verse
Satan in my bowels
All I can say is 'ow'
Cringing and churning
My biscuits are burning
I’m praying for relief
Some sort of lanolin leaf
Wondering why I wasn’t born
Before the devil had horns
Squatting in the bush
Mourning my tortured tush
Asking when trees portend
Charmin is our friend
So if you hear me cry
Shouting Jalapenos must die
Remember that camping is fun
Except when nature’s on the run
Categories:
lanolin, funny, introspection, nature,
Form: Burlesque
I went to the countryside and fell in love with sheep.
Even at this late date.
A city girl wanted to weave
a new fabric for living.
Run with them,
Lie with them,
Shear them.
Touch the lanolin,
Feel the softness,
Smell the rawness.
Look into those eyes,
Dye the wool.
Weave a shawl or blanket,
and crawl under it
Close to the earth
on a grassy hill
In Gloucestershire,
I slept.
Categories:
lanolin, animals, introspection, love, nature,
Form: I do not know?