Short Lambs Poems
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On Saturday, the L A Rams
Encountered the Monterey Clams
With no and, if, or but
It was open and shut
The Sopranos limped home like lambs!
Soldiers at war
Boots in the mud
Fought by the poor
Paid for with blood
Death on the fields
Death from the sky
Nobody yields
Too many die
lovely lively lithe lambs leaping
making merry without peeping
nurtured by nature’s natural safekeeping
older sheep’s aged joints are creaking
pleasure in seeing little lambs, they’re seeking
Hiding their poison,
colleges feign
Promising sunshine,
delivering rain
Knowledge infected,
politics vile
Lambs to the slaughter
—Athena defiled
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)
Fields
filled with
little lambs
wagging their tails,
gamboling around
on lush green grass
I adore
stunning
spring!
NA IN Spring Ninette Poetry Contest
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Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
04/06/21
Lambs are born to enjoy life in the spring
Gambolling in meadows green
Joyous freedom sweet lambs
Written 21st March 2019
Contest: Writing Challenge 4, March 2019
Sponsor: Dear Heart
1st place
Contest: APRIL 2019 PREMIER,ANY THEME,ANY FORM,UPTO A MAX OF 3 LINES
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Sometimes,
the very best informed
remain the most naïve
Cronkite
in 1963,
“Oswald Was The One”
The Mob sat back
and licked their chops,
“Bobby’s Finished Now”
As millions mourn
in false belief
—and Warren to mislead
(Crazy Horse Memorial: Black Hills South Dakota, September, 2021)
Flowers will dazzle the eye with delight.
A serpent's dream is to suck them dry.
With jaded tongue and Cheshire smile.
To keep the blossoms somewhat safe
, flank petals with eagle and razor blades.
Lay a scale of wisdom before the bronzed gate
Nurture the lamb to keep the flickers at bay.
Fluffy lambs midst bleats and bounces greet fresh grass toward vibrant blest* day.
*Psalm 34:8 O taste and see that the Lord is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him.
March 7, 2026
1st place, "Spring Gem Monoku" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by JCB Brul; judged on 3/19/2026
As it shattered, shutters burst
But the silence was shattered first
By the angels who learned to curse
in dormitories, thirsty on the second story...
Through tattered shutters stumbled morning,
and leaving not one conscience snoring,
found its girls in white all stained with night
and no longer alluring.
How mild spring comes in
the magic of nature bound
with many soft curls
They crouching close together
folded in each other's hearts
There’s dogs and cats and barnyard rats,
Lambs and pigs and katydids.
Frogs on logs and horses too,
Don’t forget that cows say moo.
Fish in a tank and birds in a cage,
A lion will roar when it’s in a rage.
Elephants, giraffes, and monkeys in trees,
Butterflies and bumble bees.
Animals we love to see. Wouldn’t you agree?
Will of Tudela
Whose zeal burned for the white wolves
Against Languedoc's black lambs
Nameless soul of gold
Guided by heaven's muses
Pitied the southern pastures
Poem inspired by The Song of the Albigensian Crusade, a medieval epic poem written by two authors who had contrasting views of the crusade (explored in this Sedoka poem).
Soft like sheep
The Clan in white sheets
Full of indignation
And ignorance
They march to their own battle cries
Care not for innocents who have to die
Their cause though evil, noble in their eyes
As Hamas, they burn those with education who decry
The violent aggressions
Their deceptive practices and petty battles
Become pretty slogans for the misguided ones
Lambs of Freedom
Love, faith and unity
Ye three millenia,
Green, yellow and red
Coronate Aethiopia.
Gamma colors ye freedom
Thou hast burning candles,
Memory of the lambs
Thou hath ye cradles.
Green, yellow and red
Tricolors ye freedom,
Green, yellow and red
Ye honors thy honordom.
Let them reveal ye happiness
Glory be thy holiness.
Aethiopia Hoy!, Blessed and free
Freedom ye mater dolorosa.
Form:
In the chain of creation we pave the way for their very existence
Yet, we can remain a stranger to them in this world of empty distractions
It is not that they do not occasionally seize upon a thought of others
But only on rare occasion might they act upon that thought
As has been the way of passage throughout these many thousands of years
The silence of the lambs continues as does the sadness that it fosters
Tongues destroy what monasteries built,
And blessings fall on those consumed with guilt.
Angels visit the demon spawn ,
Watching whilst dusk turns to dawn.
The cruellest of all hide in corporate burrows,
Yet God's brow barely furrows,
And so the world keeps on whirling.
As Man's morals keep burning,
The tide is turning.
The pasture is filled with rams.
The farmer takes no notice of the silence of the lambs.
Strange wind puffs like curses in the air
Fine maidens in a devious stare
Silent lip blows, bold but unsure
Like puppet minds played in obscure
Shady shadows lurking in the dark
Hearts steered by a shiny spark
For the light of amber is too hard to resist
Pristine selfdom is too seldom to exist
The title was inspired by a martial arts movie
September 24, 2022
2:40 AM, 13.3771° N, 121.1646° E
To keep us safe they came for our guns, then our thoughts
we had to sleepwalk for exercise.
We became fat and lazy,
fed as we were on manipulated lamb offerings.
They sent us to war against ourselves.
Then the soil itself surrendered
allowing the sky to wash away our history.
The younger people had no memory of us,
however, they taught us to be good
and never talk of how it was before the big people
made us happy.
The school bell rang and out they came, fiddling,
all the while, a bright sunny smile bursting,
out in the playground then contemplating,
what more fun and games are there for playing,
teachers looked at the hush field, pondering,
ado of the silence of the lambs, thing,
thought their indulgence will be, obliging,
their final idea was exciting,
the playground alive till school bells ringing,
inside happy kids, with teachers, fiddling.
When you’re knocked down rise straight to your feet
your reaction your pride and the floor is no seat
if you can move you move it’s the same in repeat
there’s no pain no thought just instinct, compete
If you can coordinate then you must do
embarrassment found when you don’t move
when blood spills adrenaline rush you
honour in defeat when lessons improve
Rise and rise again
turn boys to men
Until lambs become lions
then do it again
It's always the impoverished
that get it worse.
On occasions the wealthy
get it,
but the poor
can expect to get it worse.
Mother Nature
goes for the weakest buildings,
the driest wood,
the lowest,
most fragile among us
The meek often end up
precipitously dead.
Often, I ponder
about inheriting the Earth
I mean, is it worth it?
Often, I wonder if lightning bolts
especially single-out the meek.
I guess it's good to be special.
Early spring field and scattered daffodils,
Framed in by the ethereal green hills.
Sun sweet warmth falls behind and tries to gain
As gray clouds drift, a calming sprinkling rain.
Under the dappled shade of the tall free
Laden with rich white blooms Bradford pear tree
A wooly ewe milking her small lambs, lie
Contently tucked resting until clear sky.
Baa-baa, scamper, and leap among the field
Awaiting time as mama made them yield.
3/17/2024