Shepherding Poems | Examples

Black Moon

Rare and invisible,
the black moon hovers,
stalking, surreptitious,
shepherding secrets in its shadow, 
covert and clandestine,
seemingly insidious.
And yet...
it exemplifies
effervescence,
energy,
effectiveness,
fulfilling the unfulfilled,
turning points and tuning in to
potential,
possibilities,
prospects
and promise.

Carpe diem.

THE DRUM MAJOR KING

THE DRUM MAJOR: MLK

Reaping his harvest,
Nourished spirits marching on–
King's voice echoing:-

With the Drum Major,
Up the mountaintop we go;
Our eyes on the prize:-

King lies within us,
Shepherding us on the way;
Mountaintop climbing:- 

King’s nature blooming…
Guided spirits blossoming…
We...overcoming…

The Lazarus Q'd

4 days wondered 
and wondered, 

wondered why

for days wandering, 
left far behind  

in that desolate place

the staff shepherding  
the long Lazarus queue 

black sheep
woolen hearts 

woven together
like tight poems huddled

all together, knitting
all the lost together

the rod cued 
hits the ground 

like a lightening strike

lightworlds away 
lightworlds arrive 

risen again 
running with words in vein

vanity words 
the Lazarus Q'd

now running in veins

it’s like you never had wings
now you feel so alive

unfurling 

like Lazarus
risen 

again



Candide Diderot. ‘24 



deftones,
change.

Will I Still Wear My Scars?

When this cold, broken world is healed of its sins,
and flooded with light and the warmth of your grace,
When all is reborn and remade for forever,
and time's paralyzing fear is erased from reality,
When you raise my humble body for an endless celebration -
a dance, a song, a heart-bursting Hosanna -
When you make all things right ...

Will I still wear my scars?
My scalded flesh ... it is all I have known.
Shall it be refashioned into flawless skin?
What age will I be? How skinny? How fat?
I have been many things, and there is more I could be ...

Forgive my curiosity, for I know it matters little.
Better to focus on shepherding the fragile soul you gave me.
I leave my future body to your hands.
It, as all else, is your gift to give.


4 February 2024

Sweet and Sappy

Sweet and sappy, as strawberries,
yet the green leaf’s pulled
from the tongue, and
teaches one a smile set
in the bulk and brazen
of the hefty sour’n sweet
fruitiness obtained from the C
of the blazing sun’s goodness.

Plentiful teeny-tiny seeds
present in the plush red-ripe chill
to the gums, and
pearly-wide teeth
that plunge, as if into the neck
of Dracula’s victim.

Juice sucked off fingers.
The index circles the lips
to enhance the stickiness
and satisfaction
of the plucky fragaria,
full-sized, squeezing
the frame. Dimensions 

hypnotize the dreamer 
destined for the horizon.
Scented lip gloss,
a lasso for a boyfriend.
The milkshake mesmerizes
the swirly straw in the parlor.

Memories made shepherding
the wild strawberry fields -
hair, cheeks, lips, polish.

S a T U R N

S*A*T*U*R*N

Slinging our way through your ice-ball halos,
Around your myriad shepherding moon rocks, 
Tiger-stripe ice cream body below
Undulates in a tidal, hypnotizing rhythm,
Rocking our slender ship.
No sane artist could imagine you.


May 29, 2021

Banditry

Say ‘Yes’ to infantry
Not to Banditry:
To a nation-shepherding troop,
Not to a wealth-chasing group
From shattered homes
Or discontented domes.
A mass approach to violent robbery
By haters of stories that targets were slippery,
Enacting scenes unspeakably horrible
Just to make annoying failure impossible.
Treasure-Crazy killers
At times, televised in thrillers
But scarcely a heralded team
And at whom smiles don’t beam.

Alass! A much unchecked bloodletting
In every vista, every setting
Lives wasting that never will be bought
And screams unlocking from the ruthlessly shot.

It’s an unceasing hunger
To often sound vulgar
Between “Son-of-a-”
To whom they’re resolved to ditch
And “I’ll ing shoot you”
To whom they didn’t care to find out ‘who’?

But-Thanks-quarrel they would over spoils,
Gangsters highly rating their individual toils
Though sometimes from memories lost to rum,
Now ordering them to burst one another’s bum!

Christmas Angel

Your Christmas Angel resides above
Keeping close, careful watch over you all
Twas a year ago God's angels carried her
When it was time for her heavenly call

Without her earthly presence, you've inched forward
Life moved on whether or not you wanted it to
Your tears and your triumphs, she's seen them all
Your struggles and perseverances too

Forever, she remains alive in your hearts
Her heavenly role now is to guide and to pray
Silently and lovingly, she soars above you
Shepherding you as you go on your way

As this Christmas season approaches 
Hold tight to those memories near and dear
Spread comfort and joy while still on this earth
And share each blessing from above of good cheer

December 6, 2020

Blessed Alliteration

B
L
E
Saviour* suffices my soul with satisfaction savour…
Shepherding steward steps toward steadfast service. 
E
D

*Titus 2:13 Looking for that blessed hope, and the glorious appearing of the great God and our Saviour Jesus Christ. 

November 13, 2020
1st place, "Kim’s Acrostic Play" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues; judged on 11/25/2020.

The Walk

Walking becoming overcoming.
Orion becomes Jesus walking on water.
Trek trudge and stumble, taking it in stride.
Bearing a cross of torment and torture.
Struggling slogging shepherding,
slaving in blood mixed tears. 

Walking through light and shadow.
Sleep meandering, dreams seamlessly
mingle with stumbling lumbering,
slumbering shamble, ambling ramble.
Roving roaming range, radius reached,
realms always remembered.   

Walking the footpath through rainforest.
Sizzling amour fou ardor, fevered fervor.
Lascivious among the leaves,
captive to carnality. 
Fleshly forbidden found only 
in the taboo soil of impulses.

Walking in the aurora of first light.
Sprinting agape beneath spectral wavy prismatic sky.
Darting dashing driving toward a new day.
Racing rushing for radiant rays wrapping the horizon.
Igniting the dark, blazing the trail in a neonate morning,
advancing the awaiting adventure.

Walking with friends and lovers.
Parading promenading propelled plantigrade.
Globetrotting every continent, every consideration,
every awareness and attentiveness. 
The common blanket sweeping overall.
Let the celebration of being begin.

In Her Reflection I Am Poetry

Mind will always dream,
eyes will endlessly gaze,
lips will remain impatient.

Although, I've not met her,
the heart is a battleground
of anguish and angst.
Its cries, seeking the serenity
of her secret sanctuary.

Hope ascends to tranquil heavens.
Twilight's baptism, blends
merigold into fading blue horizons
with sparkling amethysts hues.

Oh my beautiful beloved,
come to me with your comforting arms,
like soothing stars, shepherding
the nebulous night sky.

Destiny can deceive,
sometimes a friend, sometimes a foe,
but, we search for the blessings,
through each trial and tribulation.

For, she is the silence,
between heart beats -
who's name rests upon 
tense tips of the tongue.

In the discrepancy of distance,
love's appetite lingers in lament -
yearning for our lips to merge.

Yet the night is an unfinished symphony.
Idyllic lyrics craving to pour,
upon an incomplete song sheet.

Without her, 
Silent One's muse is mute.

I am not a poet,
But in her reflection -
I am poetry.

Simple Musing
Silent One
1 August 2020

Just Another Foulmouthed Saint

He was just another foulmouthed saint
“halo” tilted jauntily to one side
wings tucked neatly into a dirt stained jacket

aura – lightly tinged with a sparkle of dust.
cussing – his milieu of mindfulness
spitting – his punctuation marks.

Yet they always sought him out
sat with him, tapped his endless time,
shook their heads in awe of his irreverence.

He said “that if the shadow you cast
isn’t longer that that of the church
you should find another church”.

Claims he read a book – ONCE
built a few colleges 
never attended one.

He had a predatory edginess
patrolling, protecting, shepherding,
all who entered his domain.

His face absorbing the pain of his vision
watching the innocent betrayed
by sweet talking charlatans

he would occasionally straighten his halo
unfurl his rumpled wings
tell them to “F..k off!” – and spit!!

He was just another Foulmouthed Saint.


John G. Lawless
©5/30/2018

Uplifting Life

Life--complex gift received of God's great hands;
no choice have we. When life begins we are
unaware even that we live. The sands
in life's brief glass fall beneath shepherding star.

Childhood's lessons, meant to chart roads ahead
are painful memories, unfortunate,
for babes unwanted, ill, or filled with dread
of abuse, born of souls degenerate.

Propelled by time's swift wave, proportional
or not the hard trials that befall our way,
our response we govern: build bitter walls
or live knowing grief cannot joy outweigh.

I would not blame divine hands who life gave,
for on His kind palm me He did engrave.

Reference to Isaiah 49:16 ESV
Behold, I have engraved you on the palm of my hands;
your walls are continually before me.

Copyright, July 9, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson

Inspired By Songs of Solomon

Let me pen my words with lyrics flowing
My words are better than vineyards growing
More tasty than your favorite meal
My words are as oil poured out…silky and surreal 

My divine father sculpture me 
Am inspired through Solomon songs lyrically
I am exalted and glad with thee
For thy blessings and your gift to me

Sit back, my fellow poets, my buddies and all humanity
Let wonderful poetry dictate the way you feel
Listen to inspiring words with a delicious flavor 
My style is unique and like no other

I am the keeper of chateau de Poetry
Charming words your soul loveth….read!
Feeding your conscious and subconscious everyday
Maketh your soul and spirit cast ponder away

Beautiful words flock your airy barnyards
A rich over flow… lyrically be glad!
O yeah! Am inspired by songs of Solomon
Shepherding my word’s serenading songs

King Solomon said, "Bring me a sword”
And I say “let my poetry be heard all over this world”
For I am poetically anointed by God!

©Copyright May 2012 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved

Satan and Almighty God- Collab

You Suffocate Me with Darkness…

 ~Satan~

Lawless, deceiver

Perverting, accusing, murdering 

Fallen angel, ruler of darkness, marriage destroyer
 
You stalk, you lie, you destroy, you steal my loved ones’ joy

You are the real loser

 in 

The

 End

You permeate my life with prisms of warm sunshine… 

~Almighty God~

Rejuvenator, love illustrator, galaxy maker, poem saver 

Shepherding, protecting, sacrificing 

Prince of Peace, Sea-calmer, our best friend 

You came, you lived, you sacrificed your life 

You 

are

the

main event 

In Paradise… 

Our Lord

Written by John Aaron Green & Gwendolen Rix 
1-2-11
For Opposites Attract Collaboration Contest~Tracie Indigo Dream Weaver



John wrote the first half and believes that our poems will be inscribed into the streets of gold in Heaven which is referenced in the second half-- “poem saver”.  Gwendolen wrote the second half.

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