Short Shearing Poems

the sheep won't be led to slaughter /until sheared into submission...

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show care
be aware
its near every year
it comes  its shearing
for it'll be you see
thinks giving
so
BE WILLING...

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Ceiling fan atop my head
Keep me cool while in my bed

Cooling air while I sleep
And shearing all my counting sheep...

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Oh, this long and dreary road
Morons lead, with us in tow
Reapers of Counsel
Shearing the sheeple
"Stay the path" is all we're told...

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That night once again tossing and turning,
having very badly a sleepy yearning,
like little Bo Peep,
missing some sheep,
sheep hiding thinking its time for a shearing....

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They're gleaning our God from everything.
but "in God we trust" is on our currency.
Coins will soon be replaced by bits without any faith.
Just another tool for shearing the sheep....

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Raping the sky of its luster,
a new darkness began to imbue

Draining the ocean—taking its salt,
a pillar for Edith renewed

Shearing the top off the mountain,
its crater to hemorrhage and bleed

Stealing the promise from every hope
all faith left to weather—unfreed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2020)...

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A flash of lightning
creates shades of trembling light
interacts with shearing pain,
as a fleeting moment
cemented within a grievous mind
a wrench of nostalgia,
a reminder of you
on that fateful day,
where in the unsung meadow
you lay in disheveled jade.

23/7/2020
Entered 'Just a moment' Poetry contest
sponsor John Lawless...

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The Lord is my Shepherd 
What does that mean
It’s not just leading and guiding
Or keeping us clean

It’s looking ahead 
Keeping us safe
Slowing us down
Keeping a pace 

It’s shearing the old
Starting a new
Knowing what’s best
And loving us too

The Lord is my Shepherd 
Though sometimes I stray
I’ll never leave him
A gift I won’t trade...

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Winter star,

   so frozen where you are;

   in some glazed galaxy,

   how far is your lofty eminence?

Shine you will,

   in your celestial world,

   perhaps your rays more ancient

   than Earth's first darkling crib;

Where once none had been.....

No earthly eye to behold thy majesty;

   shearing darkness 'til what final wall?...

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A hundred pounds bite.
It was a matter of faith
with copperhead.

A maddening silence
dodging the window,
where the moon sits.

The peril will always stay
reneging, of the big space
for next victim.

Quaint feeling persists.
Of shearing the clouds
to knit a bright Venus.

The eventual escape.
To be the name
on a bloodied sword.


Satish Verma...

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her wings do spite her

her soft lips beckon

behind them, shearing mouth does wait-
her black and white heart loves to hate

her claws tear at my flesh-
with soft hand wrapped in lacey mesh

her skin glows with light-
her scales as dark as night

my heart she handles with gentle peace-
then devours with ferocious teeth

this angel, her wings do spite her...

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Stripped from Fall's shearing
naked 
she sighs 
she groans
   As winter's wild wind 
   has his way with her.
Stronger than you, 
   am I, boasts wind,
his tempestuous howling screams
hitting helpless Lady Maple
with reckless gusts of power.

So be I, at times,
   in between seasons
   in storming times
   tossed about
As wind barrens me
   catches me again
   in winter's despair....

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A gusty portent hope to amend
Marches blustery winds descend
Shearing the surface of its trite dividend
Silting  innocent souls with bleary stipend
Chilling tides with thawing hearts contend
Spring's nuanced rhythms to ruefully bend
Mercurial shadows peace to rend
New years good will to rescind
Fate's jading shield doth wend
Each fortuitous yield to suspend
Chilling residual; dark clouds cerebrally suspend
Briny misery o'er resilient hearts to append...

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what
Jezebel who lived
upon 
the 
ancient biblical world
her 
green eyes, makeup
wearing a black velvet dress
and ruby red shoes 
deceived and betrayed
the
supernatural power and strength 
of 
the 
mighty Hercules
while
shearing
the
locks of hair
that
rest
upon
his graceful head
thus
unlocking 
the 
secret of his
supernatural strength and power
while
causing him
to 
weaken and fall to his knees
the
mighty power of Hercules
you Jezebel!...

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Joy and sadness, grief and pain,
Sorrow, wonder, in the rain.
Celebration, jubilation,
Rain's the heart of new Creation
Fear of falling, and elation
Grace the press of clean sensation.
Smell of pollen, sweep of rain,
Grassy garden grows again...
There is only hope and clearing
And the sounds of lightning shearing
Through the darkness and the snow
Watch the fashion of hurt go
Joy and gladness, leaf and lane,
Wander into life again!

Peace and healing in me sealing!...

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