#shepherd
Even God doesn’t care about us.
No one does anything fair about us.
Shepherds and wolves do nothing forbidden—
Sheep have always been meant to be eaten.
Apr 19
Apr 19, 2026 at 11:40 AM UTC
An Angel appears out of the mist
The trickling stream just now Sun kissed
A beacon in the morning dew
Awakens the stillness that God threw
Over the Mountain and down the Valley
How many times before only he can tally
As she smiles her radiance does elegantly bloom
To lift many a lonely Shepherds early morning gloom
As he watches his bleating flock with care
He never notice’s that she is there
Keeping him out of harm’s way
To help him make through the day
This lonely soul on whom others have lent
To bring them milk and supplement
Their meager lives, harrowing at best
Life is hard for him and the rest
But his beliefs will guide him through
His Lord will show him what to do
A saint full man who gives his all
To his flock so they may not fall
Into danger on the Mountain high
As he whistles and gives a sigh
To appreciate the life that he has received
From his Lord, what he has achieved
His spirit never bending or broken down
Though living miles above the town
People know him as Adam that’s all
No second name that they recall
He walks the Mountains with his flock
Never bothering to take stock
Of the words that others may
About his life he lives his way
The solitude and peace full existence
Has brought about stubborn resistance
To a life in the valley below
What he reaps he will sow
The sheep just wander here and there
As if they know they have no care
They are always safe from harm
No need to be upon a farm
As he goes about his daily life
The Angel watches him through the strife
Of bad weather and other dangers lurking
Unaware he continues without shirking
His duty to his Lord and flock you see
His faith a comfort and will always be
Forever to roam for a million years
No time for pity, no time for tears
The Angel watches, listens and takes stock
Of the Shepherd and his flock
She knows that her presence he always feels nearby by
Though he cannot see her and she knows why
He’s been dead for a hundred years or so
His flock disappeared long ago
But the Mountain he refuses to leave
To go to Heaven, not to grieve
His duty to him is quite clear
By his sheep he must be near
Only ever seen by the chosen few
Wandering amongst the early morning dew
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 3:37 AM UTC
I’m a German Shepherd, I come in different forms.
Sable, Black, and Black and Tan are what most would call the norms.
My hair is long or could be short or even plush as well.
But one thing is for certain, I’m the shedding dog from hell.
Now I am known as loyal, brave, and sharp of mind.
I guard, I search and track you, and guide you if you’re blind.
I warn when there is danger if there’s strangers at the door
But in truth I’d rather fool around and goof upon the floor.
I am strong willed, I like routine, but I crave a loving hand
I’ll do what I think must be done, I need lines drawn in the sand.
I need a loving leader who will lead and take control.
For if they’re not I’ll step up and I will take that role.
Show that you have confidence and I’ll stay easy by your side.
But if you don’t, I can become, Satan or his bride.
These things can scare off people who don’t understand my breed.
But treat me right and train me well, then I’m every dog you’ll need.
I am a German Shepherd, I just want you to love me.
Do just this and you will have the best dog there can be.
Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 1:35 PM UTC
DIMASH THE SHEPHERD
(Story of One Sky Conclusion)
I am
Shepherd
Cloaking myself
In God’s soft simplicity
My tasks complete
Songs sung
Light shone
Souls ignited
Each day seven wheels
Revolved their full degrees
Now the Awakening
know that Love is the Strike
of Light on the sleep
of a hundred thousand
years of wrenching knots
I return to You
to dissolve again
in your gentle
Ecstasy of knowing
Yourself as Voice
Each of Your atoms
in a chant or falsetto
resonated in freedom’s
True radiant White
How you ached to know
if You could go further
than planets not yet discovered
You did through each of my
Harmonic breathes
Now I’m done to
cuddle frolicking lambs
and hold my staff
as heaven’s drumstick
It will beat the
silent space between
Resonating genes
You are well pleased
Our art of evolution
continues to vibrate
in every fingertip
each sea-sponge and
Sand grain
Refreshed I will descend
then ascend again
as You instruct
to expose muted layers
My F-sharps alchemising
wolves with nightingales
I bow to You
As I hood !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry2022
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 4:52 AM UTC
O, Prescient Ewe
That knows where to stand
Avoids ambivalent hand
That bore this world
Of life’s command
To bear its high demand
O, Precocious Hen
Knows when not to lay
A life down in the hay
A babe unborn,
Uncracked, unraised
Unknown to her dismay
O, Prodigal Mare
Beware not to sprain
Or you will bear the strain
Though not for long
You’ll be for this plain
Where retired mounts are lain
O, Impassioned Pig
Whose fattening
Welcomes a fatter thing
Wash away
The amber glaze
Chase not the dangling
O, Prescient Ewe
Return to me
What is it you see?
Be sure it is
What’s to come
Not what you wish it be.
Nov 24, 2024
Nov 24, 2024 at 6:24 AM UTC
I heard the voice of the good shepherd say;
"I did your sad and weary soul salvage,
lean on me, I did for your freedom pay.
Lean on me, and come to God with courage."
The soft voice of Jesus tenderly speaks,
when in moments of pain, my sadness peaks.
His assuring words give my poor soul rest,
as I lay my wearied head on his breast.
I heard the voice of the good shepherd say;
of the life giving bread he freely gives
to all the redeemed in whose hearts he lives.
I came to him as hungry as I was,
and my spiritual stomach he did sate.
His soft spoken voice always pleads my cause,
his love for me is always up to date;
thus on him only I can hang my fate.
I heard the voice of the good shepherd say;
"I am the only sacrificial lamb,
no one else can duplicate my good role."
I once was lost, but he rescued my soul,
he did protect my fallen soul from harm.
When from his sheepfold I stubbornly strayed,
with no regard for the price he gladly paid,
he lovingly sought me out without delay.
Oct 1, 2023
Oct 1, 2023 at 5:12 PM UTC
Beneath the fair blue face of Heaven, harp
In hand, a shepherd flats an A that's sharp.
He plucks and tunes and finds the perfect pitch
And plays a harmony exceeding rich.
The afternoon is hot, and all the sheep
Are full of grass and falling fast asleep.
Cotton ball clouds go slowly floating by
While drowsy songbirds neither sing nor fly.
Even the shiny fish in waters cool
Nap in the cooler shadows in the pool.
Save for the sound of rills that gently spill,
All things are silent. Everything is still.
So too a watchful lion keeping eyes
Upon a ewe lamb dozing where she lies.
As still as stone he stalks his sleepy prey:
He's waited patiently the livelong day.
And now the time has come to work his plan,
While most at ease is bird and beast and man.
He takes the first small steps in his approach,
Then breaks into a run and makes the poach.
Bewildered sheep in panic loudly bleat—
Asleep to wide awake in one heartbeat!
The shepherd's senses rush, and running down
The brute, he smites the beast upon his crown.
Dazed and confused, the lion drops the lamb
That lives but by the grace of Him, I AM.
The shepherd grabs the lion's beard, and, hair
In hand, he slays him (as he'll slay a bear.)
Returning safe the lamb unto the flock,
The shepherd goes and stands upon a rock.
He lifts his hands to God, and, singing psalms
Of praise, he gives the LORD his weather'd palms.
Cotton ball clouds go slowly floating by
As stars begin to twinkle in the sky.
Feb 17, 2023
Feb 17, 2023 at 1:08 PM UTC
'I'll live with Thee and be Thy love,'
I said to God, who, as a dove,
Did build a Nest within my Heart,
And who from me shall ne'er depart.
He gardens, farms, and tends a flock
Of silly sheep of spotless stock;
Secure beneath the Shepherd's gaze,
The sheep do roam and safely graze.
He made for me a robe of wool,
The finest wool that He could pull:
It's snowy white, like Winter's breast:
In spotless wool He hath me drest.
He makes the Sun to rise and shine,
And turns the fruit of life to wine,
And shares the Vintage when we sup,
And fills, and fills again, my cup.
For Him I sing a song that's new,
Falero, lero, lero, loo!
I pluck a string, and raise my voice,
And always in the Lord rejoice.
My true love hath my heart, and I
Have His, because I heard on high
His wooing voice, which did me move
To live with Him and be His love.
Feb 6, 2023
Feb 6, 2023 at 1:44 AM UTC
He still looks at me
Like I'm his Meredith. Make
of it what you want.
Aug 15, 2021
Aug 15, 2021 at 2:39 PM UTC
#*
Green meadows and distant hills
The shepherd sings to the herd
An old folk song, of sparkling rills
The sheep graze, heads bent down
Little bells around their necks
Dance to the tune of the old folk song
The sheep love the water mud pools
Monsoon brings greens and browns
Shelter and food
The shepherd and his herd
From the neighbouring town
Enjoy the picnic, up the hills*#
Aug 5, 2020
Aug 5, 2020 at 1:27 PM UTC
In the valley of darkness, I shall not want
Though a hole resides where the heartbeat should be
The vessels still do their work
My lungs decay, black and smoked out
And my organs dry up from strong rums
And the things I hold dear become a desert storm
But I shall not ask for the help of dying trees
Whose fruit, though ripe, would leave me with less leaves
Or perhaps with more than I could bear
No, I stand on the mountains
The mountains we lived in, where the church sits upon the hill
I stand on the mountains and call for him
I call for him
and I know - without science or senses -
That he is near
Feb 19, 2020
Feb 19, 2020 at 2:18 PM UTC
Lonely Shepherd counting sheep
Close your eyes and go to sleep
Lonely shepherd counting sheep
None are missing but still you weep
Lonely shepherd counting sheep
The wolf will prey if you should sleep
Lonely shepherd counting sheep
None are missing but still you weep
Lonely shepherd counting sheep
Close your eyes and go to sleep
Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 8:06 PM UTC
Shepherds, cobblers, carpenters and joiners of all creeds and worldly dreamers
You troubled souls, the brittle spirits drinking spirits cleaner
Taunted workers of yore, farmers gone and industries endowed
Disseminating futures, who's gonna build your ***** barrels now?
**** it, I'm going to work in a call center
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 6:15 AM UTC
her milk is him
her eyes are full of good tidings,
washing my body with lavender soap cake,
all the dirt crumbs of a hard life drained
into a circle of holes that carry away carings,
to places where their squeaking can’t be heard
her hands, pillows for a head so sorrow-weighty,
her body, her hips, a bed upon to rest,
and he wonders,
how did he exist before she become his nest,
her hair of grass, now, a coverlet for twigs and strings,
when then he laid his body down for disturbed sleep
her milk is him, a restorative that refreshes his content,
how did, once upon a time, he let existence subtract
his time on earth without any relativity, time unrecognizable,
he was in no one place, pathless, subsidizing nothing,
unable to distinguish tween the straight and the curved
her milk in him, whitens his soul, she calls out,
“*you are my shepherd, my king, my David,
my white marble sculpture of our current existence,
when you drink the white of me, it is I who is fulfilled,
when you write of me, your milk is me*”
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 4:39 PM UTC
I am a shepherd,
My land is endless wold;
There is a thought in my mind,
Which feeds sheeps with fine grass,
My hometown is as silent as a stork,
Which emigrates to lost worlds,
To sense hotness again,
I see their belief.
May 4, 2019
May 4, 2019 at 5:43 PM UTC
You entered my life
When I was centered in strife
So you mentored me right
And invented the light
You were okay with my flaws
You were okay with my sappiness
You introduced me to God
You introduced me to happiness
You’re the shepherd
I’m the *****
Who’s ways were tempered
In the holy sector
You gave me a prize
By making things clearer
So I can look in my eyes
When I look in the mirror
You have given a gift
Of a life lift
Paradigm shift
Removing spit
Where I sit
Your inner peace
And inner beauty
Are within reach
And flow through me
So this foal hobbles
Behind its role model
Drinking the whole bottle
To match your bold throttle
Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 11:31 PM UTC
Your love for me is my very essence
I find comfort always in your presence
As I worship Your Holy Majesty
Bowing in reverence and honor
Accept my praises as a sweet smelling savor
Your Name is my power wand
You're my shepherd, I know no want
You're my all in all
My reason to always stand tall
This life of mine is all yours.
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 1:02 PM UTC
Good Shepherd
Lays down his life
Mutilated guinea pig
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 11:18 AM UTC
#*The LORD is my Shepherd, I shall not want
I dwell in fields of green
Led by His hand I may drink my fill
From streams where few have been
Though I may walk through death's shadowed vale
His presence calms every fear
Through the dark dangers He sets a feast
Whenever my foe comes near
His goodness and mercy shall follow me
Throughout my days here on earth
Then take me home where forever my eyes
Shall behold all His glorious worth!*#
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 10:55 PM UTC
Where the wind ruffles my hair
The rain kisses my lips
The sunrays embraces to keep me warm
And the serenity makes me break into a song
Or just a simple humming and wiggling
Where I can lie on the grass to catch my breath
And for hours watch the birds fly
And watch the kids play
Where the innocence once more beats in me
That I run up to them just to taste the shear joy in playing
Where I can spontaneously plunge into a river and then decide Whether to drink it's purity or drown in it's abyssal depth
Or just watch my reflection on its glistening surface
And drift off to distant thoughts with the shepherd's kulning
Where the farthest stars lead me to my deepest emotions
Where the silence of the dark night awakens my soul
There I'll make my bed
On the grass under the sky
And not sleep a wink
For I'll be already living in my sweetest dream
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 3:00 PM UTC
- Little shepherd, little shepherd,
Where's your flock, where's your herd?
Have you lost them in the fog?
Where's, shepherd, your watchful dog?
- Up there far, faaar away,
On that lane where horses neigh.
Keep on walking a little more,
Take no notice of a bear's roar.
Do not rush now, take it slow,
Before you reach the meadow.
You will see a stocky dog,
That guards my grazing flock.
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 3:46 PM UTC