Best Amy Poems
You said you wanted a slam
So here it goes
You're going to feel it stinging
from your head to toes
A wham, bam, thank you ma'am
A sinister soul I am
I took to you
and quite so soon
I gotta make you unglued.
You're famous, you're a PS tart
and I do mean that
from the bottom of my heart-
But it's about time you got a taste
of your own medicine and male hitting disgrace
And I will scream this in your face!
Oh how right you were
and I must concur-
That this slamming crap is fun-
but your words will all be a blur.
So tap -tap you're next,
Don't worry, I like you too much to hex
but not enough to have...
So get with it, little bit-
waiting on you to get a clue
Send me your slam-
And we'll see who wins the GLAM!
From the Freak
They tried to make you go to Rehab...
you said...
NO!
NO!!
NO!!!
Shoulda' packed your bags ta' Rehab...
you wouldn't
GO!
GO!!
GO!!!
boo-hoo hot-mess
Wine-HORSE
Amy, Amy, what a voice,
As from heaven,
You’re a jazz singer,
Of the ones we can’t forget,
Sensitive, you felt guilty,
To refuse a photo,
You had too big a heart,
We asked you a hundred times,
How to hunt these people
So they can finally understand?
My God, what a voice,
What love, what love offered,
to all who listen to you,
You said thank you, tenderly,
I say thank you,
O Amy, what a voice,
It’s hard to understand,
I would have been in Belgrade to hear you,
Bye, bye, Princess, big black eyes,
Sing what you like,
It will always be more beautiful,
Only a Bach cantata,
Amy, Amy, what a voice,
An angel, angel in heavens.
They say she was six
Seductive beyond her years
Hidden behind her childs eyes
A sea of silent tears
What a pretty little girl
They all used to say
Look as she walks
Her hips seem to sway
Someday she’ll be a model
Or a big runway star
With a look like that
She’s sure to go far
Walk like this, baby
And talk like that
Bow to the man honey
He puts the money in the hat
It wasn’t long
Before all knew her name
The pretty little girl
Playing a grown-ups’ game
No time for dolls
Her mother always said
With the price they pay
We can keep us all fed
Now you know, baby
You can’t go out and play
You have to sit for photos
With the nice men today
It’s ok sweet one
Show a little leg
It’ll make the nice men
Stand up and beg
Her soul had been sold
By the time she was ten
The life of a child
She’d never have again
She’s all grown up now
Feeling alone and abused
The marks on her arms
Tell of the things she’s used
Just one more fix
And the pain will go away
She’ll be alright now
Amy died today….
Your personality is strong, in a perfect harmony
When I look into your eyes I see your soul
You softly brought your love to me
My sweet little girl Amy ~ I can never own you
You are a jewel of all gems and the greatest treasure of all
When the night is full of stars ~ I am sending you a sweet kiss
No poet can paint shades of blue
without tears in their eyes ~ believe me
Nameless winds will come and go, but I will never forget you
Sorry, my tears fall as warm rain
- Meet her baby brother: - ARLO - posted 09/29/2016 :)
- sister : - AYLA - posted 10/16/2016 :)
- brother: - ALVIN- posted 10/18/2016 :)
- sister : - AMANDA- posted 10/19/2016 :)
- sister : - ASTA - posted 10/20/2016 :)
- sister : - AMY - posted 10/22/2016 :)
22.10.2016
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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My sweet Amy
The first time they laid you in my arms you were so small and precious,
the perfect gift from above and in an instant I fell in love.
From a girl to a woman I would watch you grow,
it was the perfect plan you know.
But didn't realize how it would happen so fast,
I just wish that I could go back and relive the past.
For the plan I once had would no longer be,
when God called you home I felt so all alone.
The day we had to part,
left a big gaping hole in my heart.
Now every day I wake and cry,
for I never had the chance to say good bye.
Then I think of your laugh and smile
and know I will see them again in a short while.
I often speak your name, now all I have are memories
and your picture in a frame.
Your memory is my keepsake with which I shall never part,
God has you in his keeping, I have you in my heart.
I will miss you and think of you with love
And know you are with our love ones above.
Rest in Peace
Love Mom
END
P.D. vs' Amy Gr33n,,Slam, Bam Thank You Ma'am
So Miss @my Gr33n,
Do you think your s__t is mean
Trying to compete
Do you really want to taste defeat
Your dose of medicine, had no effect at all
Your Slam, Bam Thank You Ma'am
Was a sorry booty call.
Trying to talk the talk
Trying to bark and walk
All them words your are saying
Sounds like you are praying
Who really wants to listen?
Who really should care?
And what the hell is that S__t in your hair?
So you think you can play the part.
Before things fall apart
Please @my Gr33n stop before you fart
Trust me it does not matter If I let you win.
Your words are pointless and the idea is pathetic.
Please stop talking you are giving me a headache.
Just stop rhyming.
Sounds like your crying.
Okay pause.............as the moment goes bye.
Giving you a minute before you break down and cry.
My words are a weapon, You know that right.
Next time shut your mouth, keep those lips tight
Let me just stop and bring this to an end.
@my Gr33n remember ....I am your friend
By:P.D.
((once again for fun...thank you Amy Green for the fun slam.))
p.s. S__T stands for shot if you are wondering,,he he he
What wild glee behind your tame grin lurks?
What shy sun fears to breach your heart’s horizon?
And to against your hidden teeth of
Alabaster gleam. Bestowing upon the earth the breadth of
Your delight. With rays of a beam that girds
Time at the waist.
The meekest mare is bridled mirth;
She walks to joy in a slow trot, afraid
To gallop forth with force,
Chary to express any clue of cheer or hope.
Who was it to chasten you so?
And rein you unto undue modesty.
From whose stable need you deliverance?
Are you by a loveless groom oppressed?
Breathe easy, Demure, smile assured that all
Your bliss is licit.
Laugh aloud while crowned with life to
Happiness permitted.
The often unheard and often unseen
lovely, inspirational Amy Green.
Oh the cherished shared moments that have been.
To this day and always my kindred spirit queen.
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Poems by Amy Green
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Spiny stemmed buckthorn, sunlight shimmers tiny shiny leaves.
Even though in pastures you are mowed down like worthless sheaves.
Ziziphus celata, your family for thee still grieves.
Future exposure: progress, genes raped; developments’ deeds.
1987 six populations, scientists did discover.
This rare and most imperiled plant in Florida must recover!
As controlled burns had hoped, recovery sprouts with ardor.
Amazingly, new plants emerged; respite, fire’s ember.
Miraculously Florida ziziphus live; we now know.
There are some plants in Lake Whales’ pastures growing slow.
Eight populations revived perilously struggling though.
Friends against extinction work, thwarting final fiasco.
Help them find home in longleaf pine, wiregrass sand hills.
“Zigging-zagging” spiny branches embracing life’s fragrant thrill.
Visiting insects would stop, sip and buzz; singing softly, shrill.
It will take help from everyone, not just the government bill.
Agribusiness and urban sprawling must take time to care.
Genetic diversity lost, extinction starts; beware!
Builders, landscape with vanishing plants; sell their added flair.
Farmers grow your splendor with a mini-ecosystem lair.
Let all join hands and set our sights upon a brighter day.
Where lust and greed no longer need and wanting fades away –
Let us learn to value biodiversity’s bouquet
Let not beauty on this earth become man’s grim lost way.
© © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
June2, 2010
Poetic form: Rhyme (Each stanza is a four line monorhyme.)
My likes and dislikes you are about to read
I loathe racism and conglomerate greed
Being in the middle mix, when there's a Sandra Dee
Always promoting themselves, hey look at me
The mistreatment of family, neighbours and friends
As hopefully their intelligence bucks this trend
Our treatment of earth's gems, her animals and plants
Succumb to never as the big companies rant
But inside of me there are many things that I love
They are so close to my heart that they fit like a glove
Firstly my children, three boys and a girl
Andrew, Steven, Rebekah and Liam - they are my world
Secondly there is, my music and art
But the sounds are the first as my arts to restart
The third are the seasons of beauty I await every year
Especially the spring, when buds and fruits appear
Nature delights our vision and captures our minds
It's the reason we react, to beauty and grind
So Amy Green, the above is my say
It's basically me on any given day
A senseless act of destruction
As he walked through the train
Eyes searching random faces
Aimlessly brought death and pain.
No rhyme or reason to the gore
All colors and races did he choose
His rage was not stopped before
He looked at her, shot her once.
Out of her death a life was saved
And a piece of her still lives on
Her organs were given by her family
And with her gift my pain was gone.
FOR AMY (triple Haiku)
in that secret place
to dream of those times just pass’d
sweet music and tears
gone not but lingers
in the veins on the fingers
listen out of time
sounds come up to now
ghostly harmonies renew
constantly renew
Amy won a bronze medal, Rio,
In the 100m individual medley,
She got an A and a B grade,
In her A-levels, so Uni is hers.
She debuted in London 2012,
At the top Paralympic Games,
At only thirteen years of age,
So she’s young/experienced.
At the IPC Worlds in Canada,
In the French city of Montreal,
In 2013, she stole four golds,
And two silver bright medals.
Then in 2014, the Europeans,
Held in Eindhoven in Holland,
Amy won 1 gold and 6 silver,
Across nearly every event.
Her hometown is Hornchurch,
Which is located in E. London;
She trains in the swim club,
Of Romford Town, born 1998.
when i heard about her death
i ran out to buy her record
something about her death to me
made her music much much better
someone from this world was taken
far too soon than usual
they say they offered her some help
but all they got was her refusal