Short Sheared Poems
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the sheep
sheared
there once was a dog named clyde
his owner did take him to ride
on arrival I swear
they sheared all of his hair
now all that he wants, is to hide
Sheepherder Larson married a shrew
which was an ignorant thing to do.
Seldom did he get his way
except that there came a day
he found a farmer needing a ewe.
Deep tunnel of wound gripping
bored deep in sensual strata
surface sheared in excruciating trauma,
sink to petrified depth of unfeeling...stillness
at benumbed bottom of layered pain...placid.
May 4, 2019
Rain
water droplets
fall saturated liquid water
precipitation cloud field scorched
sheared torrid dehydrated
Dryer.period
drought
12.9/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
There is not long before the severing of all.
Sheared off in bloom the rose will fall,
Crushed underfoot, on life’s stone walk.
The moments left to bloom are prized ones still,
Split-second, flowering!—until
Black snipping scissors clip life’s stalk.
Deep tunnel of turmoil winding
bores deep within the sensual strata
surface sheared in excruciating trauma
sinks to benumbed depth of unfeeling...
seamless stillness.
August 26, 2020
Brian Strand Contest :
Strand Completely New (27)
Desolate tunnel of wound devouring
Dug deep within the sensual strata
Soul sheared by excruciating shock
Sinks to benumbed depth of unfeeling...
Stillness.
_______________
February 5, 2022
Contest : Bite Size Poem # 35
Sponsored by : Line Gauthier
Early November and it's cold
chilled not stirred down to my toes.
Ice crystals raise on the waterfall
no longer summer's autumn at all.
Yesterday green and flower appeared
today wind and frost it sheared.
What will winter have for us in store
as November takes on wintry roar?
One old barber who confesses he's weird
Persuades his clients to cut off their beards --
Quoth he, "You look scary!"
Razors them un-hairy --
Screams they're even scarier fully sheared
January 09, 2019
Entry in "Limerick II" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
A stranger among reams of proposals
the original thought bided its time
Counting sheep while very much awake
the sheep eventually sheared
As the thought turned inward
not the least bit frantic
In search of meaning
where none might be found
Deep tunnel of wound gripping
bored deep within sensual strata,
surface sheared in excruciating trauma,
sinks to benumbed depth of unfeeling...stillness.
Stanza taken from Layered Pain written on May 4, 2019
January 15, 2020
Submitted for contest : Arbitrium Divisa 6
Sponsor : Gregory R Barden
In endless dark tunnel,
winding incisive anguish
delves deep tireless through
insensate sensual strata.
Visual surface of being sheared
to shards by excruciating trauma,
sinks to benumbed depth
of tolerant unfeeling...
seamless stillness.
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January 16, 2023
For Brian Strand Contest No 1170
#1
The key to
under-
standing John's mum-
bling babble is to
work blathering with
all known grum-
bling scum-
bags in the
area.
#2
Sheer junky
blonde men's
sons are
shared by
sheared shaken ju-
ries hunk-
ered down for
now in a
herky beef hus-
band's jerky her-
esy chamber or
dry cell assault and
battery cage.
life drain that needs a new installment
over flow, the curvaceous wash of social media
privacy perishable, burden of risk
tech gadgetry, finger punched detachment
tangle of cyber speak, sheared discourse
movement pitched in Tik Tok rhythm
always another world to screen into
change that covers me like mud
Poem revised: June 17, 2021
I hear snapping jaws of intolerance
and hatred, dripping with bile of
irrational anger: stoked, stroked, fired
by pseudojournalists and narrow-minded
commentators spinning fabrications
like deadly spiders in darkened holes,
each web of deceit mending the false
strands, repeatedly sheared by truth,
how dare they take the sacred name
of painted Patriots protesting.
ROSE BLACK
Passing here
I chanced a rose
Sadly stilled
Her will to grow
Her petals feared
The touch of those
Who wanted more
Than She could show
She shunned the Sun
Bowed Her head
Her thorns warned
A scratch of red
She'd not be sheared
For bouquets thrown
Braided wreaths
The honored dead
She wanted life
As She so chose
To love and grieve
Black
As a rose
There once was a fellow named Musk.
Who bought a blue bird out of love,
He fed it the First Amendment.
The greenies condemned him to death.
Turning blue when they swallowed his tusk-
They flashed the dog-eared race card
To blot out the man of the stars.
For they fancy only obedient sheep
sheared sheep to pad the globalist dream
They'll drive Musk into the mountains of Mars-
Why have you disappeared?
It's like all of my limbs have been sheared.
The world has now fallen away
And I let out a pitiful bay
The pain is like no other
And my mind threatens to smother
The world moves on without delay
As if you were not mislaid today
Many move on without a second thought
While I am fraught and distraught
I am nothing but a mourning dove
And I wish to be with you, my love
The wool of our souls not
weary with days, it warms
us amidst our well, worn ways.
To cleanse and be cleansed
from all grief and be sheared
and cut with natural beauty.
Brushed by fate and time,
our fabric covered with folds
and tears of warmer days.
Tough and strong, not easily
torn, we keep our honor safe
from that which deflects our
ways. The soul of dawn safely
suns us and with the herd
we are forever content.
had heard on Joe Show
what occurred a month ago
party for Biden throw
give Biden a break
he caught a fish in big lake
then would shake and bake
Biden wide awake
through bills had started to rake
started an earthquake
for God and His sake
what we would do is to make
Biden take a break
was insidious
perturbing and pretentious
also hideous
what he had was weird
a bright and brilliant beard
disappeared when sheared
Confused loyalty
1940 German occupation
British planes
On the night sky
To find the U. boat base
They didn`t
But dropped their bombs anyway
Puny bombs
Burning buildings
Dead civilians
I was sent to a farm
Near a German base
Soldiers became my friends
As the war ended
I was home again
In time to see
Women dragged out
Of their houses
Had their heads sheared
Confusion for a boy
The soldiers were my friends
But enemy of
The Country
We went together, slept in Paris together
walked for hours hand in hand
neither of us in love
not with Paris or each other.
It was a kind of freedom
from unhinged ring-binder thoughts,
history came to us to die.
Our eyes sheared away
seeing only child-selves,
we were let loose to be
the sights we saw.
When the train stopped
everyone got off
to travel on,
we stayed in the station
sitting on a platform bench
watching the dust
on the softly singing rails.
Our people respect Navy Seals
Their stealth earned applause
and great squeals
Yet nervous most wait
As from this fateful date
There's fear of Bin Laden's
ideals
The rabble's reaction was q*eer
To some of us it does appear
That no one has learned
What it means to be burned
And how from this nonsense to
steer
He'd not have his calendar
cleared
He died before dying his beard
His head sheared with lead
Won't taste breakfast in bed
Osama won't see his death
cheered
The place you left, it’s shrouded with leaves now
Hasn’t got a touch of my skin since
For my heart, it never did allow
Turned many times, in case you mirrored
Found it lonely, just like I feared
And it’s been ages, soon will be a memorial
But who remembers things that in a week got sheared
‘I do', said my core
Thus swept away, far from shore
Mud covered the unhealed
Silt made it strong, like a rock peel
Still a question lingers…
My dear, was I right when I thought you did feel?