Sheepdogs Poems - Poems about Sheepdogs

...The same names keep coming up, all the usual suspects, but they give the illusion of being many. The same faces surface the bugaboo’s, the clown-faced devils. We are taught to listen withou......

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...His name is John Albert Cummings, born 1878 died..... well we are not sure, the stone is much worn. Up we hop on the green mound, dance the frantic dance. The sacrilegious sex adds risqué fla......

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...Saucy Sally, sits solemnly on said sidewalk, Stifling sniffles, sees sympathetic staring, Some snidely shuffling slowly sideways, so She surreptitiously swallows her sadness. Studly S......

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...Politics is an enterprise Prediction must bow to intrigue and surprise You could philosophize in detail but then have to summarize You could appeal in entirety or locally polarize You could seek ......

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...Jesus may have been the first or last human being; the rest of us following or reluctantly being rounded up. A vision of a winding file of us all entering that Door one by one, angelic sheepdog......

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...I am not much of a follower, but today I am following Rabbi Jesus; he has taken off his sandals, and I am wearing them for this borrowed moment. He said: I Am The Door. Jesus may be the last ......

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...His name is John Albert Cummings, born 1878 died..... well we are not sure, the stone is much worn. Up we hop on the green mound, dance the frantic dance. The sacrilegious sex adds risqué fl......

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...I am not much of a follower, but today I am following Rabbi Jesus; he has taken off his sandals, and I am wearing them for this borrowed moment. He said: I Am The Door. Jesus may be the last......

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...“Get lost, I don’t care,” snarled the young wolf disingenuously The naïve stripling wanted little more than acclaim With no knowledge of why it continued-- The slow pulsin......

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...Oh, there'll be such a celebration When the folks from every nation Come to worship at His throne And all of God's sheepdogs get home. Those who stood 'twixt us and danger From now clear past ......

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...I'm bordering on a collie, a farmers friend indeed.. I've heard I am a sheepdog or so the cockerel crows.. Others say I'm barking mad and doing harm to trees.. But there's much to like about my li......

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