Short Dyed In The Wool Poems
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Dyed-In-the-Wool!
Stains there in your palms, wallowing, ling'ring,
Metamorphosed into tears and so drips,
Tainting where they plunge, and you're unsullied?
19:03:12:08:52
Ancestor. Ancestral Pen. Ancestral Form. Dyed-in-the-wool
Form:
Don't ever be, dyed in the wool, be wise
Against anyone, who's always spinning yarns.
To them it's just another game, to pull wool over eyes.
As every time that they cry wolf, it's always false alarms.
For a wolf will wear sheep's clothing, to catch you by surprise.
file for reversal
separation of dew
from meadow
nor the progress
of eventide
awaken the sunrise
at first blush
stalk the night hours
and pen kisses
the source of spring
and thaw
nestled, on a bed of roses
dyed-in-the-wool,
my three pointed star
a rain that replenishes the soul
and desire
There’s nowt so canny and nowt so deep
As the musings of the highland sheep
They’ll talk of this and talk of that
Of what they ate and where they shat
Or ponder on life’s mysteries
Like, is the grass beneath the trees
Much finer than the one that grows
Down beside the old hedgerows
© John W Fenn 18-09-2009
eyes etched'n mystery
wielding wanky slips
on epileptic drips
centered on clips
hanging on hits
punctured per clip
delicate draw dangling
lousy limb lustrating
pulling chaos's mist
vying courage gulped
in mystic mist
punctured passion puking
lusty lips leak
dyed-in-the-wool demon creeps.
20:01:15:16:55
Born of a cloth wrapped in fear and loathing
A dyed in the wool wolf in sheep's clothing
A scoundrel at heart for all here to see
No sacrifice made or hero to be
A braggart that speaks only tongue and cheek
A coward at best that preys on the weak
What goes around comes around without a sound
So when the time comes lies dead on the ground
Surveillance across the border
Can't stop this tricky misfit
Dyed in the wool habits
Propagate my quantum unzip
Features festering on a broken age
Creatures gesturing to allocate sage
Where grass grows plenty
Ill be unloading the Chesapeak
Shipliner still dazed
On animal plantation
We'll circle the globe
Figuring out what to do
And lay in jewel tombs
The way we're supposed to
He thought she loved him as the dense clouds of wool filled his mind,
but she was there for only one thing, to fleece him of his money.
A dyed in the wool sex addict, an easy mark, she knew his kind,
but he knew her too, every penny was worth her soft fleecy skin, sweet as honey.
She gave herself to him as he let the wool cover his eyes, part of the game, he wasn't blind.
01/16/16