Best Sam Poems
FOREVER ADELINE
Acknowledgement:
A big thank you Sam Scott from our Poetry Soup Community,
for your splendid narrative contribution.
Synopsis:
A story of unrequited love that began in childhood.
Despite the passage of time, his love remained hauntingly
painful even after she fell in love with another.
Aloft on wings of rhapsody, together spirits soar
Wild, untamed and sensuous, just like a lion's roar.
HOW LONG AGO IT SEEMS THE TWO OF YOU FIRST MET
AS TIME IS RENDERED MEANINGLESS
OR TIMELESS, BETTER YET
Though in that Timeless moment, along came winds of change
Love swiftly rearranged, but what it WAS, remained
Oh, Adeline, so fair and bright,
Eyes, like stars, shine with delight,
Oh fickle heart, now you await
your new love's sweet embrace
Blinded by the callous cad, you foolishly don't resist
In the quench of love's allure, Time does not exist
His loving lips will not reveal your new love's promiscuous charms
Intoxicated, unrepentantly, he sways to others' wanton arms.
Across the bronze Sienna shores and blissful sea breeze skies,
He ever trails your hungry heart through
his own saddened eyes.
Oh, Adeline in Twilight's Hush,
where shadows dance and play,
A tale of love and longing
When Night succumbs to Day
Oh, Adeline, will it be
mere friendship, he would fain?
To be just a deliverer of love notes,
a job he will disdain
Oh, Adeline ~ Sweet Adeline
At every glance - a secret shared,
his every word - love unsaid,
In every touch - a fire dared
HOW LONG AGO IT SEEMS ~ THE TWO OF YOU FIRST MET
AS TIME IS RENDERED MEANINGLESS
OR TIMELESS, BETTER YET
Chansons ne sont que chansons
Quand on écrit de l'amour
Comment d'écrire des chansons
De la femme qui est l'amour?
English translation from above:
Songs are just songs
When we write about love
How do you write songs
Of the woman who is Love?
OH, ADELINE ~ SWEET ADELINE
by Maria Williams ©
Background garden images taken on our recent visit to the amazing
Hunter Valley Gardens, Sydney, Australia
Musicians
Harp - Rolando Cristaldo
Violins: Fátima Benítez
Celeste Osorio
Slippery Sam the serpent sang songs.
About sexy slitherers in thongs.
The tunes were quite crass.
Cause thongs up their ... .
Let's face it, that just never belongs.
My apologies for being smutty. I think my mind is rotting.
Sam,
A man,
A good man
Is now tainted
We judge by the shallow sketches painted;
In the crimson, pallid, and cobalt dream,
The devil scheme,
A mean plan.
God bless …
Sam
Male,
A sex,
A pretext.
Man is a lie.
Behind closed doors great heroes often cry.
GOOD LUCK, SAM
Shamrocks with green eggs and ham.
Resistance from Sam I Am.
If you offer him gold,
he won’t see the mold.
Leprechauns roar at the sham.
3/14/2017
Kim Merryman’s Luck of the Irish Limerick Contest
Sam the Cat I am
I'm a boy cat and my name is Sam
People tell me how lovely I am
Perhaps they're right, I am sort of cute
Guess it’s down to my shiny smart suit.
I love to wander when I’m outdoor
Wildlife to stalk, places to explore
Must return home eventually
Especially when it's time for tea.
I feel sad for my neighbour Kitty
Always stuck indoors, what a pity
Watching me play from the window ledge
Why doesn't she come out and stretch her legs.
She watches me running wild and free
Chasing the birds that fly from the tree
Whatever is it, why should it be
Kitty won't come out to play with me.
Heard the folk who own her saying that
Kitty is afraid of mice and rats
That seems so odd and strange to me
Cooped up and never to roam freely.
Kitty has a coat of copper fur
No one was ever as sweet as her
Huge amber eyes alike almond drops
That send my heart a flip-pity-flop.
I pray for Kitty to play outside
For her to roam round the countryside
Being together the whole day through
Many a prank two of us could do.
Chasing butterflies, the birds and bees
Super-charged squirrels who run at speed
There's plenty of field mice we would tease
As a duo we'd do it with ease.
If I were given luck and the chance
We two could be enjoying romance
Beneath moon and silvery starlight
"Kitty, come out and start living life."
8th August 2021
The kids are playing in the park
It's late afternoon, but not yet dark
Time for one last game of hide and seek
"Everybody hide and nobody peek".
One little girl stops on the grass to tie her shoe
She has to hurry before they find her to
Suddenly a shadow falls over her
She looks up to find a strangers face
"Hello little girl", the man says with a grin
"Would you like me to help you win"?
"I'm not allowed to talk to strangers Mommy says"
He reaches out and takes her hand
"Well ", he says "My name is Sam"
Now that we have met, your Mommy wouldn't object
"I guess your right", she says with a smile on her face
And she lets him guide her to a hiding place
Within an hour, everyone is searching the park
She hasn't come home and now it's dark
They search and search, but to no avail
Her Mother is frightened and very pale
The police arrive and comb the woods
A short distance in,
The search dog Buddy
Makes a very grizzly discovery
They find her lying on the ground
Her tiny body bent and bound
Her panties down around her knees
The horrific scene covered in leaves
Her Mom sees the ambulance by the woods
She arrives in time to see her beloved daughter
Being carried in a black bag thru the trees
The shock and pain bring her to her knees
Her tears rage, "Oh My God, how can this be,
It was only a game, who whould want to hurt my child?"
She shakes her head, her eyes gone wild
"Dear God, please no, don't let this be, please, please,
bring her back to me"!
A few days later in a little church graveyard
She buries her only child
Her anger burns deep within
For the person who perpetrated this sin
She prays to the Lord for justice to prevail
As the casket is lowered to the ground
She prays that he will soon be found
Across town on that very day
The children are playing in the park
It's late afternoon, but not yet dark
A man approaches another one and extends his hand
"Hello", he says "My name is Sam"!
Saucy Sally, sits solemnly on said sidewalk,
Stifling sniffles, sees sympathetic staring,
Some snidely shuffling slowly sideways, so
She surreptitiously swallows her sadness.
Studly Sam, strolling six shaggy sheepdogs,
Soon seizes on saucy Sally’s situation, and
Saunters steadily, still standing; swiftly,
Suggests she stifle her sniveling sadness.
Suddenly, she’s sharing six shaggy sheepdogs,
Silently, Sam says, sweet saucy Sally stay.
Written August 18, 2022
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Submitted to "Alliteration - Old or New" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
August 30, 2022
Promised a honey baked life by Uncle Sam,
a V.A. loan, and a mini-van.
Three kids and a fenced yard.
It should be attainable to those who
worked so hard.
They served, they sacrificed as mother's wept,
came home to be forgotten to a government
that's inept..
Our unsung hero's who fought gallantly, are
supposed to be our nations first priority..
Tribute to Sam Kauffman
Jubilant!!! Indeed reigning with serenity
her earnest words exalt the Supreme Almighty
“Breathe of God” “Giving Godly Grace” surely proclaims
“Lord of the Morning” --- “Resurrection” verity.
Triumphant!!! Such expresses her hope so gracious
midst “Agape” showing “Joy of the Lord” --- precious
from “Eternal Emmanuel” “Our Bountiful God”
oh, “Amazing Grace Inspired” healing the anxious.
Radiant!!! Her poems shine along great Saviour’s glow
affirmed by “Redeeming Faith in God” of trust-flow
with her reliance to HIS “Eternal Embrace”
as “Prayer Warrior Blessings” she knows will follow.
Vibrant!!! That marks her sweet relationship with Christ
echoing “I Thank my God” since she’s well sufficed
filled by “Treasures of my Soul” she does testify
in her “Psalm* of Joy” lyrics, wholeheartedly priced.
Colossians 3:16 Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom; teaching and admonishing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord.
May 26, 2021
2nd place, "Title Wave" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux; judged on 6/28/2021.
You've felt the love of our mother's womb - sleeping to the lullabies of our father.
Oh big brother, how cruel has fate been to deny me the pleasure of meeting you.
I exist because you didn't, therefore, I promise to live the life you couldn't.
I am Sam Nujoma
The father and defender of my homeland.
The man who surrendered his youth,
To fight for my youth.
The man who gave birth to a Nation,
And the nation gave birth to my dreams.
Progressive and visionary,
The man’s wisdom is endless,
Immeasurable like the infinite Namib sand
And as deep as the lake Oshikoto.
The first president of a contrasting country
The man united a contrasting people
And gave us one Identity.
God’s prophet to ‘the land made out of anger’
He never planned to profit,
And from the summit of Brandberg
He lifted the spirits of the people
The same way hymns and Psalms
Lift my grandmother’s spirit.
I am Sam Nujoma
The burden bearer of the people hopes
And the liberator of suppressed aspirations.
Spectacular and Charismatic,
A seducer of souls, he is loved by many.
A unique legend, there is nothing, but
The moon and stars above him.
Like the mighty Okavango River,
His legacy is perpetual and life giving,
The brilliant star we look up to for direction.
When they dehumanized us
He restored the human rights of the people.
His, is a golden heart
Touching and transcending generations.
Imperial like the golden sunset, he is.
I am proud to be a citizen of the land of the Brave
Because Sam Nujoma was Brave.
Once Mary had a little lamb
Uncle Sam gave her a hand
Helping her to expand her band
Until it filled all of her land
Now today we beg for help
For jobs, food and our health
They shrug their shoulders about our cause
Go off and make more laws
Cile Beer
August 20, 2010
I am Sam
I am that I am
I am the one who became the first openly gay footballer in America
I am Sam
I am that I am
I am the black man
But I am Sam who does not see my gayness as having anything to do with my professional career which was a choice until like sexuality
I am Sam
I am that I am
I am the one who does not want to be judged by the color of my life style but by my actions on the field of play and the character of my heart
I am Sam
I am that I am
I am the Sam who is connected to the Rainbow Connection and I am a bridge to help others like me to come out come out no matter wherever you are to Saint Louis
The name of the Star
I am Sam
I am that I am
I am the you and I am me
I am that I am
I am the Sam the Ram
You entered my life when yours seemed grim,
affected lonesome heart on a chancy whim.
Weak and sick, you fought to justly live,
knowing indeed, you had loads of loyalty to give.
Wiry - thick- gray mane crowned your debonair grace,
accenting strength and slenderness to your youthful face.
Fourteen years you honored our humble abode,
strutting whole backyard, showing off what you owned.
Age griped your lean physique, riddled your body and soul,
deep down inside, I knew it was your moment to go.
One night you slipped away in the moon-less dark,
took my love - my first feline - but left your mark.
My sweet Simon - my Sam Bo, appeared by either name,
when you adorned my home, my life has not been the same…
Copyright © 2016 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Second Place Winner ~ "I Love My Pets” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
Feb. 18, 2016
1/20/16
I’m proud to be a Yankee
they call us Uncle Sam,
We’re famous for our cola
and we invented spam.
We kicked out all the British
they taxed and kept us poor,
But then we started fighting
it was called the civil war
I’m proud to be a Yankee
now a super state,
You come here for your holidays
to enjoy the dollar rate,
We’ll greet you at the airport
with great big Donald Duck
And maybe you’ll see Mickey
if you’re really having luck.
I’m proud to be a Yankee
I drive a big flash car
It guzzles loads of gas
and a gallon won’t go far
Get a smaller car
I often hear them preach
But now it does not matter
B.P’s opened on the beach!