Soft and fluffy and adorable lamb jump over the fence….
I counted one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight……
And then there were only dark.
Soon clouds of dream started to form….
And made my night even more good…..
A lamb was in the road ahead and the old man held out a warning hand to, striking the boy’s chest gently. He motioned with his head, never taking his eyes off the lamb, for the boy to stay back. “There is something wrong here,” he whispered, and his voice was tense.
I love fish and chicken meat a lot, however I have a craving for lamb meat as well. Whether it is baked or fried, it is just great with any type of food that you cook.
“Ok, just this,” she said. “I will do this and then I must go and sleep.”
She was a lamb, a real pet. The least little attention and she would be following you around trying to help.
The lambs were pulled out to slaughter by the calloused hands of men larger than life itself, beckoning to the water and screaming at the sky.
They kissed the ground and pulled the triggers, said their prayers and twisted limbs.
The music turned off because no one wanted to hear it and the bus crashed into the wall.
They were judged.
I once aet a lamb and it was delicious big fat pieces of ribs and ahhhhhg yumm was saying my tummy, kinda lumpy and crazy but through the struggle I loved the lamb that was cooked and baked and aet. Yup. that is my little lamb. one I almost killed and slaughtered in the name of my religion, Islamic believer.
God why lamb? It’s making me feel so hungry right now. I feel so deprived of food, and by food I mean meat, large juicy chunks of meat! But no, I don’t have the budget nor the capacity to eat so much food, if I were to keep my budget in a surplus this week and be on track on my weight loss program.
So she is what you call a lost lamb; someone who lost their own purpose of life and joy. Maria doesn’t know any precious things to live except hanging herself in her room. What a sad fate that lies in her.
She grazed in isolation, pruning the foliage of progress for the choicest buds, but she did not leave any shrub or briar bear, for she knew that to do so would doom her to starvation later.
I could hear the lambs beyond the window, and I drew the curtains to shut out the farm, to shut out life, and worse than life, new life, with its noisy scrambling beauty. I wanted silence. I wanted the sounds of death, not the sounds of life.
Mary had a little lamb is a song that we used to sing as children. You can see lamb at the petting zoo or at Sonny Acres in the Fall Time. Lambs can be made out of butter and put on the table to eat with at Easter time.
what is a lamb? it is a creature of ill looking. meek and sick, especially when freshly shaven. Mary had a little one. I don’t know much about Mary, only that she had a lamb.
Innocent slaughter, the sacrifice for an ideal. Why choose the most gentle of creatures for sacrifice? Why did god choose the sweetest of souls to discard, like brushing sand off one’s leg from the beach? What will the innocent lamb ever know of its purpose?
Last Sunday one of our sheep gave birth to two very, very cute lambs. I watched the mother giving birth to the lambs and I actually started crying. It was so beautiful.
a white fluffy thing that you get wool from, they are pretty weird.
They can be found on the countryside on farms and stuff. A lamb and a goat is basically the same thing for me, even though I know that they are made for wool.
I dont really know much about lamb, there’s the little lamb poem.. and oh yes, I ate lamb at christmas, we travelled to Dubai for the holidays, the best thing about the trip was that we actually got to rest. and have fun, go places and so on, lamb meat is so soft and yummy!
Baby lambs are a gift from “jesus” isn’t thr crucifix symbol a goat? aren’t goats like lambs? the gift from jesus is satan to make the people turn to him.
lamb of god is a heavy metal band its good but a rather listen to megadeth, lamb of god singer is in court they acusation is for push a fan from the stage that a mounth latther died
He was the lamb before the wolf. Innocent, naive, vulnerable. There was no backing out no, no survival. He swallowed and tightly closed his eyes, hoping it was all a dream and when he reopened them, he’d be back home in his bed. Such wasn’t the case.
The lamb was riding the moon when suddenly the pig followed and said lets advertise ourselves as the animals who ride the moon, the pig and lamb, we are cool yeah. bulls eye
The wee lamb seemed as innocent as well, let’s be honest a lamb, but it held a dark secret. A secret that shocked everyone. It was not, in fact a lamb. It was something none of us had ever seen or heard about before, unless you count the saying “a wolf in sheep’s clothing” but that barely brushed the surface of this creature.
Lamb is a domestic animal. It is a source of meat and fur. It is a herbivorous. Mostly grazes grass. Produces large amount of meat. Fur is highly useful. Lamb meat is much expensive than chicken
Lamb, a good word on this early spring morning .As the morning sun rises over the horizon, new-born lambs are taking their first look at a big wide world that promises so much.
broken shards strung about on the crowded floor
lines like lambs huddled together
crossing strangely
blurred and concerned
anxiety ascending
blips and bleeps
sirens call
gone together
here tomorrow
what is left of our fall?
Your last name is Lamboy. It feels strange to write it, because it looks so awkward, like I’ve misspelled it.
I’d call you lamb, i think that’s what you were. Never sheared. Kept behind a fence, grazing. Happy, that’s what you are.
I wasn’t, I’m not, I won’t ever be.
I miss you, lamb.
mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as blow. ayo for yayo walk around with yayo. wandering around fields with not a care in the world, eating grass, smoking grass. i have a drug oriented mind dont i? wow why is the b at the end of this word? wier
lamb. I didn’t really care what today’s word was. But it’s relevant. I can’t sleep and I haven’t slept well lately. My dreams are so vivid and frightening, my brain has had a lot to process over the last few days and all I want is for someone to pet my head until I fall asleep. I just want someone there to take care of me for one night. I’m usually able to suck it up stand on my own but it’s the rare moments like this that make me hate being alone. I want to be five years old again and have expendable and excusable moments to cry to my parents and ask my mom to pet my head with a cool cloth and sing me to sleep. Tonight is just going to have to be one more night of sucking it up and dealing on my own.
My eyes were shut tight, just like you had asked. I took one step and then another, trusting you with all the might I could muster at that age. When I began to smell the blood I knew something was wrong. But you soothed me with your voice, so I continued on; the little lamb to slaughter.
all in shambles from this poorly constructed fence I’ve attempted around my soul
you come in
I don’t know what to do.
Like a lamb to the slaughter you enter the wretched realm within me
But you’ve already died.
Now you can bring me back to life.
Thinking of lamb makes me think of my moms home cooked meals, which makes me think back to my childhood, playing outside on hot summer days. Laughing, skating, throwing water balloons, living life moment by moment.
lamb makes me think of dinner. dinner makes me think of my moms home cooked food. home cooked meals make me think of old times. old times make me think of great memories with childhood friends.
“Hey, this is delicious! What is it?”
“Lamb. I think… Doesn’t have the usual flavour.”
“Where’d you get it?”
“From that hill where they got all the criminals.”
silence
horror
movie
white
animal
New Zealand
mammal
fur
country
house
sheperd
Soft and fluffy and adorable lamb jump over the fence….
I counted one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight……
And then there were only dark.
Soon clouds of dream started to form….
And made my night even more good…..
A lamb was in the road ahead and the old man held out a warning hand to, striking the boy’s chest gently. He motioned with his head, never taking his eyes off the lamb, for the boy to stay back. “There is something wrong here,” he whispered, and his voice was tense.
I love fish and chicken meat a lot, however I have a craving for lamb meat as well. Whether it is baked or fried, it is just great with any type of food that you cook.
“Ok, just this,” she said. “I will do this and then I must go and sleep.”
She was a lamb, a real pet. The least little attention and she would be following you around trying to help.
The lambs were pulled out to slaughter by the calloused hands of men larger than life itself, beckoning to the water and screaming at the sky.
They kissed the ground and pulled the triggers, said their prayers and twisted limbs.
The music turned off because no one wanted to hear it and the bus crashed into the wall.
They were judged.
I once aet a lamb and it was delicious big fat pieces of ribs and ahhhhhg yumm was saying my tummy, kinda lumpy and crazy but through the struggle I loved the lamb that was cooked and baked and aet. Yup. that is my little lamb. one I almost killed and slaughtered in the name of my religion, Islamic believer.
God why lamb? It’s making me feel so hungry right now. I feel so deprived of food, and by food I mean meat, large juicy chunks of meat! But no, I don’t have the budget nor the capacity to eat so much food, if I were to keep my budget in a surplus this week and be on track on my weight loss program.
the young one,
forever following.
And when the time comes,
for everyone to move on.
Are you sure the lamb will become the lion?
Or will it move on too, scared to become independent
So she is what you call a lost lamb; someone who lost their own purpose of life and joy. Maria doesn’t know any precious things to live except hanging herself in her room. What a sad fate that lies in her.
She grazed in isolation, pruning the foliage of progress for the choicest buds, but she did not leave any shrub or briar bear, for she knew that to do so would doom her to starvation later.
I could hear the lambs beyond the window, and I drew the curtains to shut out the farm, to shut out life, and worse than life, new life, with its noisy scrambling beauty. I wanted silence. I wanted the sounds of death, not the sounds of life.
Mary had a little lamb is a song that we used to sing as children. You can see lamb at the petting zoo or at Sonny Acres in the Fall Time. Lambs can be made out of butter and put on the table to eat with at Easter time.
chops and soft lamb skin and gwen stefani clothing line and counting sheep and muttons and warm clothes and itchy sweaters and canada
Two hours on a low light. With mint and new potatoes. What else is there to say?
what is a lamb? it is a creature of ill looking. meek and sick, especially when freshly shaven. Mary had a little one. I don’t know much about Mary, only that she had a lamb.
Innocent slaughter, the sacrifice for an ideal. Why choose the most gentle of creatures for sacrifice? Why did god choose the sweetest of souls to discard, like brushing sand off one’s leg from the beach? What will the innocent lamb ever know of its purpose?
lamb sayss BÄÄÄÄÄÄ and are white or black. they have wool that can be used to create cloth and are fluffy
Last Sunday one of our sheep gave birth to two very, very cute lambs. I watched the mother giving birth to the lambs and I actually started crying. It was so beautiful.
a white fluffy thing that you get wool from, they are pretty weird.
They can be found on the countryside on farms and stuff. A lamb and a goat is basically the same thing for me, even though I know that they are made for wool.
I dont really know much about lamb, there’s the little lamb poem.. and oh yes, I ate lamb at christmas, we travelled to Dubai for the holidays, the best thing about the trip was that we actually got to rest. and have fun, go places and so on, lamb meat is so soft and yummy!
A lamb is whit and fluffy like a cloud. If you ever touched one though it is rough. Things are not always as they appear.
Baby lambs are a gift from “jesus” isn’t thr crucifix symbol a goat? aren’t goats like lambs? the gift from jesus is satan to make the people turn to him.
lamb of god is a heavy metal band its good but a rather listen to megadeth, lamb of god singer is in court they acusation is for push a fan from the stage that a mounth latther died
Braying joy, a reminder of the easy beauty of life
So much to offer in such a small body
He was the lamb before the wolf. Innocent, naive, vulnerable. There was no backing out no, no survival. He swallowed and tightly closed his eyes, hoping it was all a dream and when he reopened them, he’d be back home in his bed. Such wasn’t the case.
The lamb was riding the moon when suddenly the pig followed and said lets advertise ourselves as the animals who ride the moon, the pig and lamb, we are cool yeah. bulls eye
The wee lamb seemed as innocent as well, let’s be honest a lamb, but it held a dark secret. A secret that shocked everyone. It was not, in fact a lamb. It was something none of us had ever seen or heard about before, unless you count the saying “a wolf in sheep’s clothing” but that barely brushed the surface of this creature.
Lamb is a domestic animal. It is a source of meat and fur. It is a herbivorous. Mostly grazes grass. Produces large amount of meat. Fur is highly useful. Lamb meat is much expensive than chicken
Lamb, a good word on this early spring morning .As the morning sun rises over the horizon, new-born lambs are taking their first look at a big wide world that promises so much.
broken shards strung about on the crowded floor
lines like lambs huddled together
crossing strangely
blurred and concerned
anxiety ascending
blips and bleeps
sirens call
gone together
here tomorrow
what is left of our fall?
Your last name is Lamboy. It feels strange to write it, because it looks so awkward, like I’ve misspelled it.
I’d call you lamb, i think that’s what you were. Never sheared. Kept behind a fence, grazing. Happy, that’s what you are.
I wasn’t, I’m not, I won’t ever be.
I miss you, lamb.
little baby lamb
soft skin – bathing in light
blue eyes
kind smile
he hides behind a tree
mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as blow. ayo for yayo walk around with yayo. wandering around fields with not a care in the world, eating grass, smoking grass. i have a drug oriented mind dont i? wow why is the b at the end of this word? wier
lamb. I didn’t really care what today’s word was. But it’s relevant. I can’t sleep and I haven’t slept well lately. My dreams are so vivid and frightening, my brain has had a lot to process over the last few days and all I want is for someone to pet my head until I fall asleep. I just want someone there to take care of me for one night. I’m usually able to suck it up stand on my own but it’s the rare moments like this that make me hate being alone. I want to be five years old again and have expendable and excusable moments to cry to my parents and ask my mom to pet my head with a cool cloth and sing me to sleep. Tonight is just going to have to be one more night of sucking it up and dealing on my own.
My eyes were shut tight, just like you had asked. I took one step and then another, trusting you with all the might I could muster at that age. When I began to smell the blood I knew something was wrong. But you soothed me with your voice, so I continued on; the little lamb to slaughter.
all in shambles from this poorly constructed fence I’ve attempted around my soul
you come in
I don’t know what to do.
Like a lamb to the slaughter you enter the wretched realm within me
But you’ve already died.
Now you can bring me back to life.
Thinking of lamb makes me think of my moms home cooked meals, which makes me think back to my childhood, playing outside on hot summer days. Laughing, skating, throwing water balloons, living life moment by moment.
lamb makes me think of dinner. dinner makes me think of my moms home cooked food. home cooked meals make me think of old times. old times make me think of great memories with childhood friends.
“Hey, this is delicious! What is it?”
“Lamb. I think… Doesn’t have the usual flavour.”
“Where’d you get it?”
“From that hill where they got all the criminals.”