#lamb
A lamb is caught in a wire
"This lamb is quite a crier."
It yells out like a choir
Its leg is cut up and sliced
"Ha! That flimsy sheep and the wire are spliced!"
I pray for this lamb, its life is in christ
Or should I help this lamb free?
"Oh, it probably is infested with flea!"
But what if that lamb was me?
I wouldn't want someone just to see
I would want help, and cry out and plea
That poor lamb is trapped
"You think you can help it? The lamb's leg is wrapped!"
I see that it's stuck
"All you can say is: Good luck!"
But I have to help it!
"You can't help, you might as well quit!"
That poor, poor lamb
Flocked sweet this little lamb
Pale white and wanting help, but this lamb
This lamb could be crazy
This lamb could be lazy
This lamb might eat all of my rations
All because I had some compassion
I could die in this winter from this lamb
Well this lamb doesn't even give a ****
About me, so why should I it? At this rate, I might as well scram.
Scram so no one will see my character
They will see me, and assume that this lambs life was all my factor.
So I steer over to help it
Realizing that all that matters is that I was compassionate
To this lamb caring, so it can live another day
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 9:59 AM UTC
Because she was but a lamb,
She knew not her fate,
She trotted up to the wolf,
Wagging her well brushed tail,
The sun illuminating her pristine coat,
Perfectly white and pure,
Untouched by sin,
Untouched by evil,
Evil that she was not aware existed,
Without knowing,
She trotted up to the wolf,
Who sunk his teeth into her unresisting neck,
She knew not what had happened,
She did not bleat,
She did not cry out,
She just fell to her knees,
Crimson seeping into her once untainted coat,
It stains her,
It’s sticky and warm
and she knows not why her stomach churns,
She looks up at the wolf,
Wagging her now almost matted tail,
Because she does not yet know evil.
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 10:48 AM UTC
Those so demeaned creatures,
the other white meat, Porky and that one,
from Charlotte's web, Some Pig, that one,
blue ribbon from the fair in old time farm times,
as we had ourselves, once, and then again, a time,
to just take what we wanted, for once, take it all, just
beware the hidden truth in commands from scruples,
adjusted fecklessness, pangs of con-scientious-ness, slowing
social truths less dull edge, as sharper at this point, than fear,
sharper at this instance in this state of consciously sharing mind
as wares, soft expandable each stretchy images spat inadvertently
to spell spiritual volunteers blinking thinking we ought at least try,
just once, as a we of me and thee, thinking peace is positioned whying
out loud, yes, we know better, but how loudly do we laugh, clowns cry,
that's what the circus is for, but we who believe run the show, you know.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 6:39 PM UTC
E.T. had a little Lamb.
It's fleece was red and blue.
Carl Sagan took a look and said
You aren't from Earth, are you?
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 8:14 PM UTC
Laid down in green pastures
A summertime babe, spotless coat observed
Mealtime, come mealtime
Broth to be served
Nov 26, 2025
Nov 26, 2025 at 7:27 PM UTC
In porcelain skin, you seek to hide,
the stains of shame, the weight inside,
you call yourself a doll, a lamb so white,
an innocent thing, untouched by night.
But pink-hued dreams, and rosary beads,
can't wash away the secrets you've concealed,
the whispers in the dark, the choices made,
the ghosts that haunt, the paths you've strayed.
You cling to symbols of a bygone age,
a nostalgic longing for a simpler stage,
but innocence, like youth, is lost in time,
and no amount of prayer can rewind the crime.
The colour pink, a fragile, fading hue,
can't cover up the truth, the things you've been through,
the fears that grip, the doubts that creep,
the shadows that haunt, the demons that seep.
You're scared of God, of judgment's might,
of being seen, of being cast into the night,
but rosaries, like talismans, can't keep at bay,
the darkness that lurks, the fears that stray.
Oh, lamb, oh doll, oh innocent thing,
you're not as pure as you would have them sing,
you're complex, messy, multifaceted, and worn,
a tapestry of flaws, of trials, and of scorn.
Jul 17, 2025
Jul 17, 2025 at 6:44 AM UTC
Is a sheep no longer innocent
When it has grown up with wolves
When its fleece is no longer white
When it is stained with blood?
Is it justifiable when it kills
If it weeps afterwards
If it kills to eat
If it kills to live
Is the sheep no longer pure
When it is in a wolf’s fur
When blood drips down its teeth
The same blood in its heart
And when that “sheep” is torn apart
And left to die in the wood
Will its pack remember it as one of them
Will it be remembered as a wolf?
Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 10:42 AM UTC
The sky is bone-white
and guilty-faced,
and some horrible cry is preparing itself
between my two lips–
I have become lamb from sheep,
regressed again;
I cannot stop screaming,
I cannot graze the land
without knowing that I am becoming
someone I have already been.
The things that make me happy,
that used to,
all exist in some other place:
where I came from,
where I’ll never be again,
where the creek water is always warm
and the lamb-scream
is so deep inside of me
I cannot reach it with my fist.
- Ellery Rose
Jan 20, 2025
Jan 20, 2025 at 12:21 PM UTC
My soul is slowly dying,
Flesh is wriggling and writhing,
Teeth chattering and gnashing,
My spirit will be no more,
Who do you think can forgive you?
When my form is silence,
Inanimate and pale,
Stone cold and dry walls,
When life is no more,
Who do you think can forgive you?
And see my spirit is starving,
Destitute and poor,
Longing for evermore,
When the Earth will be no more,
Who do you think will raise you?
When we're laid to rest,
Alone & cold, shattered bones,
Present in the wind & stillness,
Longing for the Lamb to witness,
Who do you think will raise you?
And when the Earth is renewed,
Our souls & spirits rent,
Long arrears now due,
Will the Lamb witness you?
Who do you think will forgive you?
When the world is laid to rest,
And the new Earth is brought,
As you were bought and sold,
To the Lamb,
Who now owns you,
Who do you think will forgive you?
And your words were written,
Now your words are written,
And your word was flesh,
Our crimes rend by your grace,
I trust my life in your hands,
For you purchased it,
After the passion,
The slaughter at Calvary,
How could you forgive me?
How could an ode be written to you,
Am I just lukewarm water to you?
Please, I beg of you.
Hosanna in the highest.
Nov 26, 2024
Nov 26, 2024 at 8:44 AM UTC
Turn around slowly
and admire the life that you had,
regard it with the highest honour.
Turn around slowly
and admire the life that you had,
now that you are a skewered donner.
23/01/24
Sep 24, 2024
Sep 24, 2024 at 7:38 AM UTC
I laugh all the time
Because if I stop laughing
I’ll cry
Sep 12, 2024
Sep 12, 2024 at 8:44 AM UTC
I saw the devil today
With horns that curved away from his head
I saw him on that hill, gnashing his teeth against the earth to pull mother nature's children from her grasp
He attacked his brother! Using his own crown to charge against the innocent
I saw the devil today, his irises slanted in the wrong direction,
His beard knotted in lies,
Had hooves that trampled and left unwanted marks,
And how he stares at the lamb with malice in those putrid eyes!
A creature of hell doesn't belong here!
Oh God! Save the poor lamb from his mischief
He'll be sure to rope her towards the wolves
And leak her red-hot death over the chips of dirt, infecting her skin with unholiness
But she remains pure, with pure white fleece that can never be dirtied
The lamb! Who cries for her mother
The lamb! Who remains helpless in all her strength
The devil. Who with his darkened fingers I refuse to allow into my sanctuary
You cannot heed the lamb to sin, sly creature!
My woolen eve must be sheltered from the song of the snake
O God!
Today, I'll rid this land of evil
And soon, the devil is to be dead
Aug 26, 2024
Aug 26, 2024 at 5:40 PM UTC
Sometimes I think it would be easier
To just give in and be the monster
The one they claim I already am
Just go ahead and put wolves clothing on a lamb
Then that way they can say "I told you so"
And I will play it off like, "I know, I know"
©2024
Jun 21, 2024
Jun 21, 2024 at 9:55 PM UTC
Something unforgivable
blood in the wool of a lamb
you said I'd be this way forever
I am. I am. I am.
You're quiet as a child sings a hymn
someone so soft and angelic
shouldn't witness such a sin.
Where is your shepherd,
where is your father?
Can all really be healed
with just holy water?
Nov 15, 2023
Nov 15, 2023 at 9:21 PM UTC
Knock, and it shall be opened unto you,
If you, indeed, are true.
If so, the Bridegroom's door will open wide
To let His guest inside.
Knock, but beware if true, indeed, you're not;
For not one tittle or jot
Shall pass the Lion guarding, at attention,
The door to God's dimension.
He'll bounce you off the doorstep with a roar
Like none you've heard before.
Oct 18, 2022
Oct 18, 2022 at 11:40 AM UTC
the straightest path
to understanding if
its real love is to
offer up power
and while you
sit there
tiger in lambs clothing,
watch, watch, watch
for although you
can weather all storms
and battles, hunters
and terrain on your solo
your choice of comrade
is that of wisdom
not love, for quickly
can a beast change
its tune when
offered freedom with
your heart.
Aug 12, 2021
Aug 12, 2021 at 3:49 PM UTC
Little lamb, lone in the brush
Without a mother’s feed.
Who is to groom the gloss
Of her delicate clothing?
Little lamb, who sings to me,
Unlettered melodies,
Why does she wag forth
These eyes of rust—
In pensive gloat ache
Sipped sinews of her throat?
Little Lamb, bleating to bleed,
Ventures frail, tender limbs
Deep within Tophet’s Vale.
Meek, she slips in buried sheets.
Little Lamb, orchid chewed to root
Bask and bathe the moon
Twixt her thighs.
Splayed upon pastures
Nourished with tears.
Wine spilled into the milk of being.
She drinks the rich grain.
Jul 28, 2021
Jul 28, 2021 at 4:42 PM UTC
Lord I come to you to speak boldly about my current situation...I am conflicted and perplexed in how deeply I have broken my self into a futile infantile parasite I sadly realize I am. I am frustrated and saddened that my drug addiction keeps me at edge between that my ADHD Schizophrenia and Night Terrors I have meet my match. At the current moment facing eviction, homelessness, and pervasive persistent negative attitude I have acquired over the years of someone else always doing for me what I ought to do for my ******* self. I don't exercise much...quite a homebody/couch-potato/slob I have become. I am lazy, irresponsible, messy, poor hygiene at times I have practiced...cuss like a sailor, negligent, indifferent, stuck in a maladaptive lifestyle that as time ticks on the problems grow bigger and bigger...I use drugs to wear the mask of "Normalcy" & "Success" yet I know am lying to my **** self every time I cover up my TRUE identity hidden from the public deep within layers of a tormented and vindictive past. Contemplating onto making and forming a solid decision to go get myself some help from a rehabilitation facility but that is all too familiar and don't guarantee my success into beating my addiction and arresting my inner deep and personal struggles I wrestle with on the daily...to my Lord is The Christ,who came and was and is and will forever stand as being the identical incarnation of the father image, conduct and become nothing...being subsurvient to the fathers will becoming a man of excellency of character, inpeccable radiance, unsurpasable holiness, being made into an anoited vessel heal the sick, show the lost a way to redeem the gift of eternal life, love us as we were desperately drownding and needing of a savior the Son Of Man, The Christ, Apointed to fulfill Scripture, Selfless, Holy, Perfect... God's Only Begotten Son the primordial Creation who all things were made for him, thru him by him. Jesus Christ the One who came to fulfill the Law be born blameless, holy and perfect. He allowed Judas Iscariot be influenced by the Devil and be blinded by alluring him with the promise of payment. In the last supper Jesus Christ mentioned to the 12 the one who dips with me this piece of bread into this morsel will be the one to betray me and turn me in to the authorities as a blasphemer. Then Judas Iscariot at that moment the Devil entered Judas in that same instant he extends his left hand and dips his bread along with Jesus. Then the 11 remaining look into Jesus and Judas...at that very moment he dismissed Judas Telling him...something along this lines...Do it and do it quickly giving permission for him to be handed to authorities... Judas left and came back with soldiers then turned to Jesus kissed him with the kiss of death on the side of his face. With that the Soldiers singled out Jesus out of the 12. Took him to be interrogated with Herodias yet he found no fault in Jesus. Next day took him to The Chief Of The Pharasies. The Magistrate spat on Jesus for saying " He was who they claiming" immediately several Pharasies including the Magistrate's tore their clothing and yelled loudly ... "Blasphemer" & The Lord remained quiet then right away after enduring being flogged, humiliated, tortured till being taken to Poncious Pilate. There my Lord sustained an extreme amount of horrifying torture. Naturally the Devil influeced the croud to pick the murderous Barrabas to be liberated and the Christ to be handed over to suffer crucifixion. In the tragic end he died hanging on that old rugged cross. Nevertheless, 3 days later was glorified, the first among the dead to be ressurrected. Tranfiguration for Christ wasn't yet complete. The prophets remained accompanying the Lord till they saw him return to heaven. May the Father,Son and Holy Ghost Reign Forevermore Amen!!!
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 4:51 AM UTC
the yearling roasted on the spit
its drippings crackled the fire
huddled in a smoky closed space
family with a neighbour, or two
bags packed, shoes on, ready to go
the meat carefully carved
its skeleton intact, unbroken
with endives rolled in flatbread
unleavened as we had no time
meal's remains destroyed in the fire
we're ready to leave at any moment
from where we're born and always lived
to a place known only from ancient tales
outside, shrieks and wails, of horror and utter terror
inside, goosebumped, hair standing, we waited, in silence
Mar 21, 2021
Mar 21, 2021 at 9:02 AM UTC
There's a place we all could go
Be captives there for hours
A place that in perception shows
Us giant moths & flowers...
We'd smell the finest perfume
From Mary's flowing locks
For Jesus's anointing
From her alabaster box...
We'd hear the singing of the buds
About to burst in bloom
Feel the wind that listeth
Into our tiny rooms...
For here we are in prison.
Here we are in chains.
But Christ has arisen!
His blood flows through our veins!
So no matter what is done to us
This fact still remains
We perceive the sound of heaven
THE MUSIC OF YOUR NAME...
JESUS!!
Your voice is deafening
JESUS!!
But it's still.
JESUS!!
Touch my heart of hearts
With Your mighty will!
JESUS!!
Lord of lords
JESUS!!
Great I AM
JESUS
You show Your awesome power
THE ROARING OF THE LAMB!
Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 3:43 AM UTC
The wolf in my heart will never let the world see the lamb in my soul,
But sometimes you see it in my eyes
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 6:22 PM UTC
evol-u-shun
by michael r. burch
does GOD adore the Tyger
while it’s ripping ur lamb apart?
does GOD applaud the Plague
while it’s eating u à la carte?
does GOD admire ur brains
while ur praying IT has a heart?
does GOD endorse the Bible
you blue-lighted at k-mart?
NOTES: In the segmented title “evol” is “love” spelled backwards. The title questions whether you have been shunned by a "God of love" or evolution. William Blake’s famous poem “The Tyger” questions the nature of a Creator who brings lambs and tigers into the same world. Keywords/Tags: god, love, evolution, coronavirus, plague, tyger, tiger, lamb, predator, prey, brains, heart, bible, K-Mart, blue light special
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 6:04 AM UTC
evol-u-shun
by michael r. burch
does GOD adore the Tyger
while it’s ripping ur lamb apart?
does GOD applaud the Plague
while it’s eating u à la carte?
does GOD admire ur brains
while ur claiming IT has a heart?
does GOD endorse the Bible
you blue-lighted at k-mart?
NOTE: In the segmented title “evol” is “love” spelled backwards. The title questions whether you/we have been shunned by a "God of Love" or by evolution. William Blake’s poem “The Tyger” questions the nature of a Creator who brings lambs and tigers into the same world. Keywords/Tags: god, love, evolution, coronavirus, plague, tyger, tiger, lamb, predator, prey, brains, heart, bible, K-Mart, blue light special
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 12:50 AM UTC
A people refer to Him as the Lamb of God,
Yet they don't falter while killing lambs.
How much do they respect their God?
They celebrate by eating lambs in dinner.
Such double standards?
Another people think that swine is forbidden,
They also say all animals were created by hallA.
Yet they love to **** cattle,
And eating them as well.
Such double standards?
Oct 30, 2019
Oct 30, 2019 at 5:27 AM UTC
you could call me Larry
you might call me Shaun
but I will look Eastward
and wait for the dawn
you may think me seasoned
you could call me spring
but I'm looking Eastward
while the morning birds sing
you could call me silly
you might think me dumb
but when I look Eastward
I greet the dawn sun
Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 3:59 PM UTC