Best Samantha Poems
The morning illuminated her face:
While deep in a sweet sleep she wondered why
She couldn’t see through the glowering darkness;
But in the morn she was amazed at the light –
Though she did not know that it was called light,
And where it did come from no one told her:
What does half year old baby understand!
Her eyes were beautiful heavenly stars
And her face was the morning eastern sky;
The patriots of our great country regarded her,
So the splendor of a future nation was greater
For she would be the sun-smile of tomorrow
When today’s sun would set away.
The morning illuminated her face:
But, so sad, a bullet came from the heart
Of the jungle, from the mouth of a tiger
And burst into her half a year old head.
Hear all of you: so the babe died.
Her dead face was full of sparkling tears:
The tinsel on the lifeless face, was end of a future.
Notes :Baby Samantha Pendo was killed in cold blood in Kisumu City after chaos erupted following the 08/08/2017 elections in Kenya.
The passion and the wonder
Shine in your eyes so blue
A spring tide born in rainbows
Pull me deeper into you
Our goodbyes feel like torture
As we kiss with painful frowns
I'd sooner die in your arms
In your rainbow tide I'd drown
The hours pass like seconds
When you are next to me
Together we could walk through hell
Still heaven's all I'd see
I love it when it's late at night
We laugh and point at stars
Celestial smiles telling us
The world has became ours
This the truth will always be –
amity between Sam and Abdalla;
finding Bigfoot,
gathering the ocean’s blue; a perfect wedlock;
Hollywood; Fox News; Joel Osteen.
There is no place where freedom is not
sacrificed for dreams, reality for sugared words,
a black man to Limbaugh’s tongue –
the brutal but softer tone of the Coliseum.
Our dream is fractional happiness,
a day with dark ending. Our light is a fast
exodus to the open sepulchers,
so far from youthful minds,
but within walking distance of our bodies,
breathless. Our fad is for the open eyes,
our eyes, a minute to see.
How fleeting are the seconds, and years.
When the old Ampad man came to town,
we went backward like a cult baptism,
there was this smell that walked like stupid,
along the Ohio River, the sound of tomorrow’s children
crying the cries their parents left them.
Smith was never pleased
with Jesus’ work, so they took him to America,
and execute the first 9\11, like Waco.
We strip barks from the neutered trees,
the rabid yelps in the Bushes.
We’ve witnessed Barbara giving birth to Judas,
an effort to fulfill the selling of the woman at sea.
We were terrified, but God never let it be so;
we will not go now,
the sky will dressed in black to moan our pending death.
We are dogs on a lease –
I can’t believe the things the wind told my ears.
Remember George, how we gave him Samantha,
then request that the black man give her back to us,
saying, let us take our Sammy from the cotton picker’s son;
he’s blind; he cannot see Russia from his house,
his name is a message from the camel people.
How can he rest his graying head,
against a pillow made with thorns?
How can he sleep,
with all that stupid ringing in his ears?
Sammi was crushed in snow and ice,
Under the beam of a forklift truck,
Being driven by her dad on his farm,
Such that her back did break, no luck.
Her physio at Glasgow’s Southern,
Sent her to top Stoke Mandeville,
Because she showed interest in,
Sports and exercise’s cool bevel.
“I thought I’d be in a bed forever.
So, then…a wheelchair was amazing.
Sounds strange, but I was so happy.
Then to find [myself competing]
in sport in my wheelchair, [mega],
has just been incredible, [indelible],
Sport has helped me [lots], hugely,
Helped me to accept it really. [Able].”
Before the accident Sammi played,
Hockey, did gymnastics and ballet,
So disability sports just means that,
She can continue on with her way.
Sammi met Jo Butterfield, club throw,
Whilst in Stoke Mandeville, a click,
And the two of them have become,
The leading Scots athletes thick.
In Swansea at the 2014 Europeans,
Sammi returned with three golds,
One for the 100m, one for the 400m
And another for the 800 metre’s folds.
Then in 2015 in Doha, the Worlds,
She bagged a bronze this time,
And was a star at Rio de Janeiro -
She intends on marathoning fine.
I'm Samantha Who
What, where, when, which, whatever!
Creative; dancer
*This is a dedication to lover that i lost to the pathetic and horrible teenage heart.
I still love you Samantha, no matter what happens in bewteen us, always and forever.
So many secrets
And, honestly i dont just
Merely want to hear
Another lie if any were told...
Never the less, can i even
Trust a word that comes out of
Her mouth? or are they
Alibies? maybe i'll die right now
Cause i can't stand not knowing
Another hug and fake smile
Really darling, has it come to this?
Or is this just a dream that will not
Let me wake up? please release me me. this is
-A nightmare! im screaming for an answer
Never to be given. a hint that
No lies were told in this tradgic affair.
Where did the honesty go? doubt
Is clouding my thoughts and
Nevermore shall i cry for you
Let me jump out of my window cause
Alibies are all i ever here from you
Now do you understand how much i hate this?
Dying on the inside for you.
Samantha my cat brought me a present.
It really wasn't all that pleasant.
She brought it into my sun room door
and left it there on the floor..
I'm finally recognizing her gifting growl.
It's much more dramatic than a mere meow..
Now I'm wondering just what to do.
Does she need a thank you note for her dead shrew?
My daughter plucked Sam from the wild.
At the time he was about nickel sized.
That was nine years and three tank upgrades ago.
Recently we learned that Sam is not a boy after all.
She's about the size of a cereal bowl.
She's eaten all but one feeder fish in the latest batch.
It comes within striking distance.
but Samantha seems to have no interest.
I think she enjoys the companionship.
FOR SAMANTHA
she listens well
angelic softness
innocence born in mid afternoon
of a November day
resting peacefully in
your mother's arms
your eternal home
shaped to your mother's womb
trusting in goodness
breathing, now, the universal breath
a permanent seal
to your eternal home
incarnation of all that was before
carrying forward
all yet to be
Mummy went to heaven cause they needed her up there
Mummy went to heaven, God tell her that we care
She was such a special Mummy, and we loved her ever so
Mummy went to heaven, I bet the angels know
As Daddy, Samantha and I together now we cry
Daddy asks why, with no words can I reply
To fill his empty heart, they have never been apart
I just told him to be brave; he got lots of memories to save
And not forgetting me, from their love I came to be
Now Daddy takes care of us, so we mustn’t make a fuss
He gives us all he can; he’s a special kind of man
And I’m glad he’s got his work, from it he never shirked
And I know it comforts him and it fills the interim
Till he’s with her once again, I’ll try and ease the pain
And Samantha and I together will wipe away his tears
We’ll remind him of the fun and all the happy years
We’ll think of our Mummy and both never misbehave
And all remember all the laughter and the love she gave
I promise to take care of Sammy and we’ll never disagree
And I’ll love her as I should and promise to be good
I’ll give her lots of steak, of the best she can partake
And when she gets those nasty horrid fleas
I’ll wash her and wash her and spray all of our settees
And when she meows and for our Mummy cries
I’ll hold in my lap and sing her lullabies
I won’t mention China or even Singapore
Pity she’s so yuckie and such a great big bore
Poor little Samantha now she‘s only got Dad and me
So I won’t even mention that she’s not a pedigree
Yep, I’ll try and love Samantha the best I very can
I promise I will not stick her in the frying pan
I’ll talk so soft and gently and never ever tease
Mum would be so amazed and ever so pleased
This Sunday’s Daddy’s Birthday, what can I really say
Suppose that just I love him and I’ll not be far away
After all we got each other and memories of shiny days
I love you Poppa, so remember to continue to be brave
You made our Mum so happy with the splendid love you gave.
Her eyes full of wonder,
Her heart still free and open.
She trusted me, and opened a door.
If shut hope she left a window open,
for our spirits to pass through, and find each other again.
Could we have met,
to hold each other in cupped hands,
to guard and to guide,
based on equality, not years on earth.
To give her my strength and wisdom,
and all the good things that life can offer,
when spirits and souls, share their humanity.
Hers is a sacred trust,
Never to be harmed with words,
that can bite and sting,
only to be led into the truth.
Mummy’s cat Samantha is as old as can be
Mummy’s cat Samantha doesn’t really like me
She sleeps in dad’s chair, like she’s under a spell
Nothing ever disturbs her, till I give out a yell
You should see her run when I starts up my din
Once they went and found her in an old drum tin
She’s terribly senile, she’s lost all her spring
Mostly she sleeps getting hair on everything
Mummy thinks she marvellous, intelligent and bright
I think she’s a dummy and a real parasite
And when she goes a missing, it’s a real catastrophe
Where’s Sammy? Find Samantha our little Princess
Mummy knows she’s an alley cat but will never confess
And she runs around the house calling everywhere
And stupid old Samantha, doesn’t even care
All she wants is her bickies and juicy rump steak
For me yuckie vegies, of the best SHE partakes
Every day they cut her meat up all tiny and fine
But nobody seems to care about cutting up mine
Poor dear little Samantha, I’m just horrid they say
She not a proper *****, and never wants to play
She never rubs against your legs, or purrs friendly like
I wish I had a dog, like my best friend Mike
She’s so terribly old, and such a big bore
So I’m gonna tell her about China and Singapore
Where they eat cats for dinner, if they don’t act nice
And play with little boys and get rid of the mice
What does she think of as she sleeps in the grate
Probably of Samuel her friend and her mate
How when they were young together they’d stand guard
Hunting all the insects and birdies in our yard
Now those days have gone, so has Samuel her love
Now you cannot budge her, except with a shove
Dear little Samantha as she sits and day dreams
I sneaks up behind her and REAL LOUDLY SCREAMS!
.
She is super cool
she is super sweet she is foxy she is hot
she has style & class you just can't beat
A divine lady who you would want to meet
she'll touch your heart, she'll cast a spell
over the moon beyond the universe
she has a hug & a smile filled with love for you
she expresess her inner with her tattoo's
she stands out from the crowd, makes a statement or two
with her beauty she makes no judgement of me & you
she is just herself, so forever true..
Dedicated to my very dear friend Samantha..
Dear Sarah and Samantha,
It’s been a while I know * since I happened by your house in the Christmas snow.
I used to drop off presents on wintry Christmas Eve, * scoff a sherry and mince pie then
hurriedly we’d leave. * We wouldn’t want to get espied by chigglers such as you * and any
way the night was long with lots of work to do. * How I miss those mince pies from you guys
and gals, * and carrots for Old Rudolph and all his reindeer pals.
But children do get older and sometimes even doubt * Santa Claus’ existence. “There’s no
such thing” they’ll shout; * and in truth I do confess to you assistance I enlist * from miles
and miles of mums and dads to purchase all your gifts. *
But all I wished to say to you now that you are grown * is I’d be glad to help you when
you’ve chigglers of your own.
Feel free to write on their behalf, Sarah and Samantha. * I’m always here to give my help.
Merry Christmas,
Santa.
Samantha gave her Daddy a disdainful look
He’s been out again with that ripper old chook
He’s been acting all gaga, the silly old fool
Isn’t it disgusting the way that men drool
Well maybe the oldies, ain’t’ got that long
So he’s having a naughty and singing his song
Dating the sheilas they forget all about you
Taking em roses, strewth what a hullabaloo
Courting with tinnies or a plonk or two
Hitting on the good sort and lying to you
Saying your precious his own special cat
Then sneaking out to dinner, like a real dingbat
Forgetting me and his daughter the writing nerd
Wonder if today from that Yanks she’s heard
Then she’ll get a call in the middle of the night
Disturbing my slumbers …so why don’t he WRITE
Samantha she say’s “I’ll take care of you”
A quid in the pocket, she’ll soon flit through
So who’s gonna love me…well maybe that dame
Anna Banana… Holy-dooly!.. I’ve forgotten the name
She gave me a pat and whispered real sweet
Probably wants my blessing and a share of my meat
Whiskers she can’t have, nor the couch or the chair
Why are there other women? Cripes life’s unfair!
Ripper: term of approval
Chook; slang for a woman
Naughty: sex
Strewth: Exclamation of surprise
Plonk: wine
Good sort: attractive woman
Dingbat: slightly mad
Quid: two dollars
Holy- dooly: An exclamation of surprise
Whiskers: Tin cat food
Cripes: Swearing slang