Short Fleeced Poems
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There was a fine ram from Green Gable
Who ran on the union label.
But, his skin was fleeced
Cause no pockets he’s greased
And he ended up cooked on the table.
When I turned eighteen I met old Sam
and he looked as gentle as a lamb
but then his family
bore down quite hard on me
greased me, fleeced me took my money! Damn!
You fixin' to get CLIPPED (clueless beast!)
Or dismembered for a mutton feast
Make a break from your breeders
Don't follow lyin' leaders!
Or you gonna' get FLEECED (at the least!)
***For Carolyn's Contest
I drove onto a motorway,
70 mph middle of the road me,
Middle lane,
Overtake only when necessary,
Then on the otherside,
Slapping his huge stomach and laughing,
Was Sulaman the magnificent,
Fleeced on either side by elephants.
Form:
In moon’s dappled light
Through Fall-fleeced leaves of a tree,
I find two bugs fight…
In and off my sight,
Now in and then in blocked light,
Me in anxiety,
I fret my frailty
And moon’s blocked by a big cloud,
What a time to shroud!
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Triple Haikus |28.06.2021|
How well I know this place
with its multicolored, sloping gardens
and glittering, fountained pools
but its beauty is fleeced by repetition
Loneliness tests the resolution of the young
with our howling appetite to experience
and be shaped by exposures.
Like the gleaming barrel of a gun,
the clock points at nothing
and the crimson sunset leads
to another empty, quiet night.
Curious of Jesus and so he could see
little Zacchaeus climbed up a tree.
Jesus passing that way
looked up and did say,
“Into your house you'll give welcome to me.”
“From where comes his wealth?” Some grumblers did groan.
“I'll give half to the poor of all that I own;
those I've fleeced moreover
repay four times over.”
To him that day salvation was known.
Luke 19.1-10
During the campaign of 1860
a young girl wrote Abe Lincoln a letter
She told him he looked too boyish
to be Pres. With a beard, he'd do better
Lincoln gave it some thought and declared
She's right! I'm grateful someone cared...
Eight score years later, a brave soul told Mr. Trump
If he'd just wear a mask, his support would increase
But Mr. Trump didn't listen; he's no Abraham Lincoln
You know what happened: In the end he got fleeced
The path is clear
But the intentions are blocked
Will wait for an answer
Before the question is thought
With all my being
Ive been torn and rought
My blades are sharp
To sharpen them tho i fought
There is no wager that can't be fleeced
Or journey that can't be dreamed
A path of a thousand paths
But one fulfilled can be deemed
It would with the greatest of feelings
It would hope for the redeemed
But my journey's end is violence
Will not fulfill what it seems