Short Shepard Poems
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"Fox Hired To Guard
The Chickens"
"Shepard Elected To Protect
Wolves In Sheeps Clothing"
"Man Throughs Baby
Out With Bath Water"
Form:
we become
the Shepard
eyes of the
lonely lark
looking out
across the
tender fields
to find a
place to nest
and then
we become
This season I am a sheep. The Lord is my Shepard in Him shall be is my growth Amen and Amen, Always
1/7/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
The Jewel of the show was the beauty
That they all could not wait to see
Her mammaries were of the kind
That would never leave the mind
And make all "wish they belonged to me!"
S-imple
C-omposer
O-ccasionally
T-ries
T-o
S-cribe
H-eavenly
E-xpression's
P-oem
A-bout
R-apturous
D-ay
Topic: Birthday of poet Scott J. Shepard (March 29)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
The First American In Space
Charted expanse amidst constellations,
Strokes faraway Monet craft distinctions,
Obscured impel echoes an emptied choice,
Shepard favors Frost's view, narrative voice.
2021 April 13
we keep bending
to the voice of the wind
to the birds of flight
to the roar of the ocean
to the sea and the clouds
at night
to the Shepard hands of time
to the will of God
we keep bending
that make our
spirits strong
Meaning of perfection
Passing God's inspection!
Jesus alive in me
Realizing whole person
Follow the cross
Path to God's love
If dunked (baptized)
So be it!
Jesus is true power
Wise shepard
Going to heaven?
Look for Him!
Form:
Once upon a time
Little lamb lost
Shepard searching all sides
Little lamb found
Where are you, wow
What are you doing now
Now that you're in my arms
And no longer in the corral
No more do you run wild
3/25/16
By James Edward Lee Sr.
I am not contempt with the facile.
Your one-piece ideas are too docile.
I like structures that hover,
A life with the soul of dozens.
Omnidirectional Shepard tones
that reverberate through one's bones.
Though to you I bear enmity...
You are not my real enemy.
Somewhere in the distance, there's a light, a signpost to that universal shepard at the inn we humans long for,
awaiting all of us or so we think, or maybe hope but sometimes wonder if this place called earth we occupy is all we have.
The final resting place. A life time journey's end.
The Kid, he's got some balls!
Taking on the PD,
I see the PD has made some calls
old enemies but now PD is good to me.
This is a warning to the Billy the Goat gruff
Careful with my friend.
For now I am the Shepard, I'll make life rough.
See what happens if you do. It'll be the end.
I am the greatest magician
I warp minds, taming thoughts
Very deadly, I don't care
Oh! Man, gullible, I know!
Sheep they are and I their Shepard.
I craft my roads on fire and brimstone
They must follow.
With simple magic word
I Caged them in a forever abyss
I say fear, I say guilt.
Inside a musical box
Synchronized to the rhythm as sly a fox
Twirls a dancer without socks
More natural than a salmon becomes lox
Mesmerized by tiny feet so deep it shocks
The ignorant fixate to mock
But are hypnotized faster than a joke can knock
Beware bare sheep for the Shepard controls the flock
A ll my life
L ife learnt lessons
F or giving our enemies always
A nd looking for the attentive calf
L ost in the wilderness
F ound a Shepard and He's forgiven us
A ll humans are
L ooking for
F aith the substance of things hoped for...
A liean
L ife
F orce
12/04/17
WRITTEN BY jAMES eDWARD lEE Sr.
oh lord,
i
can see the stars
i
can hear
the
voice of
the
Shepard wind
i
can taste
the
sweet rain
from the
silver clouds within
oh what joy
i
have my holy friend
because
the
lord brings me joy
upon
this sacred earth
and
let us
rejoice
Oh Lord
unlock thy soul
throughout
this heaven again
Author Dana Redricks
July 4, 2017
God is my guide no matter where I’m at;
He is my source in whom I can place my trust.
No matter what season; he guides me in seasons
of an abundance of seasons of lack.
I know my God Yahweh will see me through.
God is my Shepard who guides me each day.
He’s the God I can trust to make a way.
The fruit of life,
I eat today,
Far from the flock,
I will not stray,
Greener pastures ,
Without my Shepard,
I will not stray,
I will not be tempted,
I will say nay,
Sheep have been stolen,
Who went that way,
Now living a life,
Of gloom and grey,
Living in this flock,
I'm protected,I am sweet,
Grazing salvation,
At the Saviours' feet....
Lamb so still
sleeping near Shepard
innocent sheep
just living au'natural
without too many promises to keep
The fields are wide and green
with no intrusive strangers or teenagers to be seen
From out of a billion ewe and tup of the world
Only one was created and chosen
A special breed for a troubled creed
This Lamb of God is for all,indeed
Heretic
your breath reeks
of brimstones ash
quenched with the blood
of martyred dreams.
I heard
hopes dying scream
as it burned alive
consumed by the flames
of your firey speech.
And now
you turn to me
lost Shepard
bemoaning the world's inability
to see your virtues.
I say
return false prophet
unto your true master
spare me
your tainted sermons.
Where is God?
Is she asleep?
The world is on fire...
Where's the Shepard of the sheep?
Please tell me she's not dead.
Ignoring the voices in my head.
Maybe she's playing bridge in a galaxy far away.
Leaving us to our devices, until the end of days...
Perhaps she's tired of false confessions, and frivolous prayers...
Maybe it's that she just simply doesn't care...
Sheep's and it's Shepard
The focus of the sheep
Is on it Shepard
He believes in his directions
He depends on the Shepard
For it livelihood
The sheep always follow with
Out no question
Even when he is tired
He must run when it Shepard
Ask for it
He got no say
Expect for the order
Of it Shepard
The Sheep see it Shepard
As it God
This sounds familiar
To our life's in Africa
You are the Shepard
we are the sheep
you watch over us while we sleep
we count our blessings as we pray to you
yes you are our savior and yes you are our friend
you watch over us while we make a stand
you gave your life so we could live
we give to you all of our sin
you forgive us for what we have done
yes you are our savior and you are our friend,
you are our God and there is never an end.
I'm running,
I'm laughing,
No more spirits tumbling and crashing,
It's raining
But i'm ok
I've found my destination.
I've found my shepard waiting
With open arms,
Now i'm safe,
Now I'm surviving
On faith.
And I'm ok!
Finally found my way,
Thought I was there before,
But those stones were leading me to the wrong exit door.
Now I've forgiven,
And no more freightened,
Just anticipating
Reaching my destination.
Form:
On this day, nonbelievers will see
The unimaginable transpire
The earth overwhelmed by tragedy
People vanished, replaced by fire
As for those left behind
A flock of sheep without a Shepard
There in the book, perfectly lined
The words will taunt the herd
This is the day you will be left alone
No missionaries will try and change your mind
They reside at the feet of our God, beneath his throne
You, my friend have been left behind