Short Woolly Poems

pastoral meadow
newly shorn sheep grass mulching
woolly mammoth bones...

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the daylight fades
a scarlet tiger awakes,
preys and mates-
procreates as
woolly bears...

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scurrying on leaf
 woolly bear caterpillar ~
 winter harbinger



Date written: 10/03/2021...

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I live on a farm in the sky;
we milk all the pigs as they fly;
at harvest we reap
the eggs from the sheep, 
and shear woolly cows in a sty....

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softy woolly fur 
                                        lovely small pug with short hair
                                               flat faced little star...

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Cleanliness 

The small town 
Up north
Is so clean
Shoes is 
Forbidden 
Out doors
Only woolly
Socks
People 
Do not go
Out a lot
Especially not
In winters....

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Season's a changing Winter's a coming
Noses are sniffling Heaters arriving
People feeling cold and clammy
Donning thick new jammies
Oh no more natural warmth for a term
Just woolly coats and the flu germ!!...

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Jaro was a killer
He bonked me on the head
He laughed and laughed
"You're dead, you're dead!"
Is what the killer Jaro said.

But I jumped up and kicked his crotch
That knocked him down a knotch
"You're daft! You're daft!"
Said I, said I, the woolly caterpillar....

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Wellington boots are useful things
You wear them on your feet
They’re good at keeping water out
But don’t retain the heat
So if you go out walking 
Through puddles, streams and lochs
Take my advice, make sure you wear
Two pairs of woolly socks 

© John W Fenn  16-04-2009...

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Its wild and woolly outside tonight

The wind is blowing a mighty gale

The trees are loudly whispering sweet nothings

Or whistling mournful tales


The rain is indecisive 

Spasmodic in small bursts

The thunder lazy and quietly rumbling

No desire or energy to exert...

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Living life less razzle-dazzle
Trine binder you whine
Delamination determined separation
Zero settled for clarity
Woolly winder Dominion me
While you carry impunity!?
Sliced high and decidin’
Four more years Biden'
Swung hard disemboweled
Swamp slider social divider...

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Woolly and blue,
So spacious,
As to leave no clue,
Vaster than,
the sight of eyes,
when angry,
it relentlessly,
sunned and rained,
when happy,
it was clear,
and cool,
and added to it,
a rainbow,
It was umbrella to world,
In fact under it,
Was imprisoned,
The entire human hoard....

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Dear Father Christmas, oh so kind,
I hope you’ll note my modest pleas.
If you, in giving mood inclined,
could manage items, such as these:
a festive tie and, underlined,
a woolly hat, a pair of skis,
and in my Stocking, may I find
a naughty nubile nymphet, please.

~ 



For Michael's Contest....

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On my walk I came across a Woolly Bear Caterpillar
It was walking across the street
I picked it up to move it off the road, hoping it would be ok
This caterpillar curls up in a ball for protection
Later it will be the Isabella Tiger Moth
I haven't seen one in a while but they are a sight to see

Heidi Sands

9/18/20...

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Wool like textured hair,
Vibrant and cleaned with care,
Thick coloured lashes,
Looks very dashing,
On the pale and blemish free skin,
Sweet & unconsuming,
Life laid bare,
Cleaning that nose ring must be a nightmare,
But no time to sit and stare,
There is a whole wide world out there to glare,
I am off to join the fun fair....

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Everyone in the grotto knows
The reason for Santa’s ho ho ho’s
And why Santa’s little helper is all aglow
Because she is the latest of Santa’s ho’s
In her green woolly panty hoes
Pixie shoes with turned up toes
Her outfit held together with velcro
Everyone in the grotto knows
Santa gets inside her pixie clothes
And fills her stocking, ho ho ho...

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Circular sessions of reasons                      					  
Wit remains around rhyme    					             
Really what redundant refrains            				              
wrestle with willing unawares                              			                
Wild woolly whistles while wiles wait                    			               
Where she whoa nobody knows huh...

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Do you remember
the first time we met?
I do: it was on a warm
sundae afternoon.

There were gales
of mischief and glee
all around, each cradling
a clear plastic bag,

with a treat of tumbleweed
trying to escape the rim:
banana, toffee or
vanilla flavoured

cotton candy; or
were they woolly fibres -
similar to the strands that
intermingle in your felted hair?...

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I see with my eyes, 
as the season change
Rain comes and go
Sometimes,
the river cease to flow 
Leaves dry, 
and swept away in wind
cold comes 
and makes our lips tremble 
And our body craving for woolly cloth
Ye!, Albeit  season change
E'en if your visage with it
My feelings for you remains
Like a thousand year stone
I love you and you're my own...

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Petals fall from the sky
unscarred and woolly
I approach in a hapless way
and stare

I see motion and haze
and mist
swaying in the wind

swaying in the wind

a quisling feeling and
sides of the petals twist

Illuminated before your eyes
specify
what it suggests 
to be in love with your 
mind...

Written: October 21, 2022...

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Zim, zim, zam, my pet lamb,
Chases me across the lawn,
Zim, zim, zam, my pet lamb,
Eight weeks since she was born.

Bip, bop, beep, my young sheep,
Munching on much green grass,
Bip bop, beep, my young sheep,
Growing bigger as weeks pass.

Baa, baa, baa, my woolly friend,
Is now a great big sheep,
Baa, baa, baa, now fully grown, 
Enough to make you weep....

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In pantomime a filly runs
Awhile away sincere her dame
Never fear a bit intrusion
Reign again over wild yet tame

Solemn hoof of sonic drumming
Waits for none to steer along
Simple mane a woolly ripple
Ride the wind of passions song

Split rail timing never far
A heart appeals for whinny fair
Oh dust of pastures melody
To long for Misty morning air...

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Black man
Grabbing from 
The roots of
Your woolly head
Spinning curly hair
Through your fingertips
Spiraling nappy, kinky hair
Touching all of heaven's air
Black hair spinning wide
Black curls spiraling up
Black man is so divine
Leading towards 
A greater God
Made from 
His own image
You are 
The first human
Walking upon 
This sweet earth
The original man...

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[Mine] mouths are deep rivers as cold 
As the dead that love the living

As alder blight can strike 
The love of youth 

The unholy woolly wilting 
Unlike aching souls for 
Golden beasts

	When feared
		We pray
	When comforted
		We play
	When crushed
		We die

In bits & pieces 
Like twigs and leaf 

That twists and floats 
Down a raging river

		We go.

:: 07-28-2017 ::...

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I wouldn't like to live on Pluto
though you gave me a box full of gin,
a thousand woolly blankets
and loads of oxygen.

I wouldn't like  Mercury either
for there I'd freeze or bake.
And where on Mars or Venus
is there beer, for Heaven's sake?

I have to accept I'm an earthling,
where I may have to suffer a lot.
Happiness lies in contentment
asking little more than what you have got....

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