Sheepishly Poems | Examples

Get Knotted

Knots-besotted
(too canny for a granny)
as sailors go (and they will)
of which I am (still) one
(when day is done)
I can bend a bowline
(from stern to stem)
with the best of them
(just so's you knows...
the rabbit out of the hole comes
'round the tree runs then back down goes)
and tie (not hit) a reef (or square) so fine
or (none too sheepishly)
yank a sheepshank
in a (fairly hefty) hank of line
also (if it's not too late)
do a (non-binding) figure eight
(with half a minding) to stop the rope
from sliding (I hope)
(and/or) fraying
to (defray the cost)
for new cordage paying
(in time a stitch)
yet there's one more which
(so all's not lost)
(clever clogs) calls a clove hitch

WISECRACKS

“Work is worship," a doctrine passed through centuries,
"Rest is rebellion," a baton, drowning in miseries.


"Act without expectation," karma echoes,
"Everything returns," as destiny bestows.

"Silence is golden," a soft ebb that silhouettes the sand,
"Words can change the course of history," a tide that overwhelms the land.

"Knowledge is power," the metaphorical snollygoster—
"Ignorance is bliss," a brazen imposter.

"Aging like fine wine," a desire to aspire,
"Worn by the years," behind a graceful facade.

"A stitch in time saves nine," maxim in Grandma's script,
"Don't fix what isn't broken," Grandpa's witty quip.

Aphorisms perplexing the gyri and sulci—
Dichotomy percolates, its fulcrum sheepishly sly.

Like a dolphin decoding submerged signals,
Surveilling truths with a dunk, a leap, and a dash of giggles.

One Very Bitter Pill

The pains of those ailments that grab us at will 
Once better, like stalkers, can linger on still 
But it’s patently true that life’s bitterest pill
Is the pain when it’s someone you love that is ill

When struck down, bedridden, we try to be brave
Though we feel our survival might be a close shave
But we’d gladly accept our God’s beckoning wave
If that keeps our loved one away from their grave

                                     *

And so when I hear that slight tremor of fear
No hug and no words for the one I hold dear
Can bring forth a smile full of genuine cheer
And that forehead kiss… conceals my own tear

At night, to the God in whom I don’t believe
I sheepishly say, “I don’t want her to leave.”
I snuggle up close, I’m not ready to grieve
And I smile in the morning as I hear her breathe

The doctors I’ve trusted I must trust in still
For they’ll mend her again; I’m sure that they will
But it’s patently true that life’s bitterest pill
Is the pain when it’s someone you love that is ill

Hello Grandpa

What do you like about him? Her father asked.
He’s got a great smile, she said, sheepishly.
There was a giggle too, a tiny one.

He seems like a knucklehead to me, a dunce.
You have to get to know him, she told him.
I will try, he lied.

He had already seen enough of this guy.
a know-nothing, do-nothing.
he was not tolerable until their first child was born.
In one instant, he was brilliant.
Hello Grandpa

SHROUDED LIGHT

Callously torn in fragile shreds,
I sheepishly snuggle in cozy threads.

Succinctly laced, the cactus leans -
Hope nestled amidst it's thorned scenes. 

To bittersweet melodies, in trance, 
A medley plays, with puppets dance. 

Every errand, a gallop in the meadows wide, 
Yet petals of mahogany dews reside. 

Am I still alive, or lost in posthumous hues?
A sombre ballet, unfolding in view.

ANOTHER FRIDAY

   A red striped zebra came my way.
   I sat him down,
   Invited him to stay.

   Marvelous red and white stripes,
   Given his nose was covered in blue.
   How did you come by these glorious stripes?

   Sheepishly hanging his head,
   "I went to a candy bar one night and ate tons of red jellybeans,
   Started a fight!"

   "Unfortunately, my nose 
   Went from black to blue.
   The doctor doesn't know what to do."

   Sitting back, I began to laugh.
   To look at you,
   No zoo for you!

   "One of a kind,
   We could make a mint.
   Or two".

   "A traveling show.
   I'll be the ring master,
   You bring the audience laughter."

   To this day,
   The red striped zebra and I,
   Continue to fly.

Now, Now, Mister President

   They gave Mister Biden a tongue-twister
   But his tongue got tangled and it blistered
      First he scowled peevishly
      Then he said sheepishly 
  “Thought I read ‘Kamala’ ~ tried to kiss her”

A Diminishing Youth

He was a man in his youth.
           covered his manhood.
           With a musty piece of cloth.
           Dangling hair with mud and dust
           Darkened skin with so many scars
           As he strolls sheepishly down the road,
           came to a standstill.
           Bent over a muddy pot-hole on the road,
           Greedily drank the muddy water.
           and quenched his thrust.
           He looks so despondent.
           In dismay, I thought
           Once, he would have been somebody’s son.
           Surrounded by so many loved ones.
           Now he belongs to non.
           Lonely under the burning sun.

           Poetry by Tiny Sahabandu

The Villain I Become

Shuffling my life around like a gambling cards 
Even when I know I may win or lose 
But what do I have to lose?
I bet nothing 
I’ve been evolving around my kindred circles where I place my priority into my shield 
Hoping not to be Hopeless but I gain more less
For I satisfied their thirst even when they left no grumps for me to smash on 
They all pretended I have the best closet to my face and laughed behind me sheepishly cause they garnered my rags for their fashions 

For I learnt in a hard way when the humiliation brought upon me didn’t pass through my unlock window but my locked beloved heart 

I wept joyfully to lose the key to my Paradise
I burnt the bridges like Jacob and become Jeopardized 
I purchased a dream in greaves of Graves 
I lost my humility to become horror of my situation 
I sacred my ego for my alter 
I protagonise my redemption for my Antagonism 
Then I named the VILLAIN

Luck Or Something Else

I have for many years had a reputation for being Tinpot Lucky,
Take this Tuesday for Instance, 
I was walking down past the Lawnmower shop,
Where I bought my Wood chipper,
Should I stop in and and say Hello to Ian the Proprietor,
Who was in Lions with me and a friend,
Was the thought that popped into my head,
I went with yes choice instead of not today choice,
And guess what?
After asking after each other, 
And our families,
What should he ask but how is your wood chipper,
To which I sheepishly replied,
That I had jammed it up and had not yet done anything about it.

Now here is where question of luck or something else comes to the fore,
As what should Ian say but that he had someone interested in buying one,
And he would come and get mine and fix it for free, 
So, he could show the potential customer one working. 

So what do you think?
Was it luck or something else. 

Was a mysterious force at work to bring me to the store
At that particular point in time,
Or do I just have a knack for making good choices. 

For myself I suspect I have a guardian Angel,
Who does not mind working overtime.

Meg and the Sun

The sun got tangled
in the branches of an old Hawthorne.

Daybreak hung down
in grey strips, like a torn parachute
among the knuckled finger-bones
of the grasping tree.

Meg, the younger sister of Bill,
wanted to shin-up and dislodge it.
we thought there was a good chance
we boys would catch a glimpse
of her knickers, so we agreed 
to give her a leg-up. 

Her skinny limbs, skirt hiked up,
snaking through the spiky twigs
until she was about half-way
to the sun.
Black branches shook
and thorns rattled,
then they loosened their grip
and the sun rose.

Meg whooped and almost fell.
We others grinned sheepishly;

Bill looked at us
as if we were all crazy.

Shadow

Shadows on walls, enjoyment of shapes
Rabbits, Dogs all made to enthrall
The feeling of late, drowned in sound
Time for a walk, shadow beckons
Lost the energy that once abounded
Standing enjoying birds and scenery
A giggle, from where? no one around
I looked down at the ground
My shadow standing next to me
Off I go, shadow followed
Need a rest, stopped and rested
My shadow moved onward
How can this be, I looked in amazement 
my shadow turned, waving gestured
I looked around, no one to be seen
I returned the wave, sheepishly
My shadow strode on, turning occasionally
No one around, I shouted wait for me
My shadow stood still, waiting patiently
I ran to join my shadow, feeling foolish
We became one again, sigh of relief
Are we ready, a silent question?
Off we strode life is waiting.

Awaken and Be Healed

There will be no Second Coming
before the First Coming...and Christ
has yet to manifest fully in the hearts and
minds of all men – God gave us power
to make on this planet a heaven
or hell...waiting on yourself,
to free yourself, is inactivity that
will only bring more misery and
prolonged suffering – the Devil, 
the rebellion, is that of your own
independent, Free Will Soul gone
astray – evil has no power outside 
of us...awaken and be healed! Christ
did not come to earth to teach how
to behave more sheepishly...he came here
to show mankind how to guide, protect – 
and how to keep our wolves of consciousness
at bay....

The Date

Late for the date.
He entered the hotel
through its revolving doors.

Missing the right turn, the precise gap
in which to step forward,
he staggered rearwards onto the back glass,
then bounced, like a jack rabbit
into the foyer.

She, of course, coolly witnessed
this comic entrance.

When he sheepishly handed her
the crushed and bedraggled roses,
he knew that he was definitely not
getting laid that night
or possibly ever.

The Jig Is Up

You don’t want to hear his laughter.
When this Father has to come down there
like in don’t make me come downstairs…

When the Lord laughs;
when he scoffs,
all bets are off.

You’ll be dizzy
when you see the hosts of heaven,
the giant scepter…
the crown.

He is enthroned in heaven.
There is no better place.
This kingdom can never be replaced.
You can’t kick @ ss.

You will certainly be thinking
in the waiting cell
of all the h #ll
you’ve put people through.

I can see you calculating excuses—
why they deserved it.

And it was fun…remember.
You’ll be sheepishly smiling
but with each clank
of an opening cell
you’ll be sweating,
anxiety replenishing,
sick with a tummy ache.

This can’t be real…
close your eyes.
It's only a nightmare.

But your senses
are all too clear,
top form
in fact.

For the really big mistakes
dad made you wait…

and this is a really big whopper…

So you grow angry
curse and swear
using every profanity.

You see it n*e*v*e*r
occurs to you
to get down on your knees.

Gravity calls;
the jig is up.
Key turns in the lock

9/8/2021
Psalm 2

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