Best Sammy Poems
Sang like a whippoorwill, up high on a hill
Played trumpet like Satchmo, with panache and skill
To watch that man tap-dance, gave even Gregory Hines a thrill
As Ella Fitzgerald told us, 'Sammy's pure talent' distilled
November 07, 2019
Your Favorite Artist Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
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Notes:
1. See 'The Birth of the Blues,' (movie) c. 1955, b & w,
to view Sammy's exceptional singing, trumpet
playing, and tap-dancing ability. (4:39 clip)
2 See 'Tap,' (movie clip) 1981, to view Gregory Hines,
a remarkable tapper himself, in awe of Sammy's
(and his friends') tap-dancing.
3 See clip of 'Ed Sullivan Show,' 1964, (3 minutes,
27 seconds) to see Ella introduce Sammy as 'pure
talent,' and then to view their incredible jazz singing.
Categories:
sammy, dance, music, song, tribute,
Form:
Monorhyme
Sad Sammy starfish, all alone on the beach
Wishes to find a soulmate, but no one is in reach
He looks around, raises his hands into the air
Is there a lonely starfish somewhere out there
Suddenly Sammy espies upon a rock
A stunning pink starfish wearing a frock
She's very beautiful of that he's aware
Has he found that special someone out there
He sidles over to her and soon catches her eye
Will she be his playmate; he looks up to the sky
Sammy wants hold her hand and ask her for a date
But which hand would he hold for this starfish has eight!
They head off for a walk together along the golden sand
Strolling along the beach hand in hand in hand in hand
Submitted to Story Poem Contest by Carol Eastman
26th April 2015
Categories:
sammy, beach, cute love, humorous,
Form:
Couplet
everyone said
he was too small
for a good watch dog....
why did he leave
such a big hole in our hearts?
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3/24/15
For Andrea's Contest: Tanka 3 Return To Top Ten
Categories:
sammy, death, devotion, dog, pets,
Form:
Tanka
Sammy Taylor was a good kid, as everyone could see
He was destined for greatness unknown to you and me.
From the hills of West Virginia, a place called Whittlers’ Bend.
He left one day in ’66 never to return again.
Folks all remember Sammy for the goodness in his soul.
A smile and sparkle in his eyes glittered just like gold.
Sammy considered all the people as family to him.
When he was called to fight for peace in a place called simply, 'Nam'.
He grew up a hunter and loved his fishin’ too
So things the outdoors offered Sammy weren’t all that new.
‘Nam' was not the West Virginia Mountains that he knew.
The morning he woke up on a hill called 14 Blue.
Charlie had been active there just the day before
And signs that he was very close could not be ignored.
While all remained quiet throughout that August day
Little did anybody know that night would bring hell to pay.
It was just about a quarter to three, and all was strangely quiet,
When the chatter of an M16 broke the silence of the night.
There was a pop and then a flare gave vision to the night….
A voice was heard to say, “Charlie’s on his way and he’s coming here to fight.”
Now, Sammy had already seen his share of hell on earth
And Charlie’s demons gave him one more chance to prove his worth.
A dedicated VC soldier was always an awesome foe
But nothing will surpass the courage Sammy would soon show.
Sammy found himself in front of an insane VC charge
He barely had the time to yell, “They’re comin’, Look Out, Sarge!”
A VC grenade proved to be his last courageous test
When a West Virginia mountain boy covered it with his chest.
Now, there’s a house in Whittlers’ Bend with a medal on a wall.
But the plaque hanging there beside it cannot tell it all---
How Sammy Taylor went outside, one morning, just to play,
Then, some years later, gave his all, in a place so far away.
Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.
John 15:13
Written By John Posey
05/18/13
Categories:
sammy, memorial day, tribute,
Form:
Ballad
Sammy the snake had a stutter
His "S" sssssss he couldn't say.
When eating his fish and chips
Path the thalt pleath is what he said
The other snakes made fun of him
Calling him Thammy to his face
He will have his come uppance
I think for sure he will have his day
Sammy slipped and slid to Wales
Stopping enroute in Sussex
Now that's hard for him to say
Came out more like. Thuthex
So off to a speech therapist he did slither
Please help me say my Sssssss
Of course she proclaimed no bother
So re training he commenced
There was a contest in audio soup
Where poetry was read
All the animals entered it
Sammy the snake took the lead.
...............
Moral to this story
There is always a remedy
No matter the problem
You just have to find the way.
...............
Penned 16/1/2015
Categories:
sammy, children,
Form:
Rhyme
“No Words Spoken: Eyes of a Soul to Eyes of a Soul”
No words. Eyes of a Soul speak to Eyes of a Soul.
No words
can interpret the loss of such beauty, such innocence, such promise.
No words
will ever express the internal evaluation of such another,
young, graceful, innocent soul turning inwards irregularly,
to be pushed so far over the edge to consider and then execute
that premature freedom of choice.
No words
to capture the depth of despair
of yet another invisible falling child -
prayers unheard
speaking to the reflection in an invisible chair.
No words
When the heart is gutted.
Eyes of a Soul speak to Eyes of a Soul.
What is wrong with this damned world?
It has too many words, and no one really listens close enough.
No words.
Tears do no justice at all.
While the world watches on, nothing changes,
its bigots, bullies and trolls carry on.
We see the warning signs,
In this instance, 20 times,
we turn our eyes away from it all,
the windows closing, slowly,
be brave, it will get better,
tomorrow’s another day,
we hear it said,
again and again
We see the warning signs.
We turn our eyes away from it all,
Not my problem, not my world.
The windows closing,
No words.
Eyes of a Soul.
No words spoken at all.
Eyes of a Soul to Eyes of a Soul.
Candide Diderot. ‘24
(Sammy Teusch, 10yrs, Ft Wayne, Indiana)
Categories:
sammy, abuse, anti bullying, bullying,
Form:
Elegy
In the spring, Sammy loves planting trees.
With his son, he flies kites in the breeze.
But his favorite thing
Is at night performing
With his wife like the birds and the bees!
For A Brian Strand July 6 Poetry Contest
Categories:
sammy, spring,
Form:
Limerick
Sammy snake had a cold
with a nose that was always runny
now where could he keep a hanky
no pockets in his skin life wasn't funny
he tried to spear it on a twig
carried it with his tail
but when he sneezed it shot out
so many times a fail
got his friend hissing Sid
to tie it round his neck
he sneezed tried to grab it
ended up in such a mess
so decided to let it run
use the leaves to wipe it clean
yuck a Ssssnake with a cold
thank goodness leaves are green.
penned 15 October 2015.
Categories:
sammy, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
My new best friend was Sammy Snail
I found him slithering in my pail
I tried to keep him without fail
But from my pail he did abseil!
Our kitchen wall he tried to scale
Dad took him out, I start to wail
my little face it turned quite pale
I really miss dear Sammy Snail
Nursery Rhyme 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsored By Eve Roper
04/10/21
Categories:
sammy, child, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Today we celebrate
Sammy the Seaman
who caught enough
to overfill his big net.
It's truly amazing that
he fed every family
from one single catch
which we'll never forget.
Categories:
sammy, imagination,
Form:
McWhirtle
Little Sammy Humperdink
He had a brain but could not think
He had no plans, he had no dreams
He had no imagination it seems
He did not work, he earned no pay
He drew a paycheck anyway
He had no dog, he owned no cats
His sole companions were the rats
He wore no hat, he paid no dues
He had no voice to sing the blues
He became a socialist I think
Poor Sammy Humperdink!
Timothy I. Brumley
Categories:
sammy, political,
Form:
Couplet
He was only two months old when he came into my life.
The joy could not be measured he brought to me and my wife.
He had brown eyes and hair with freckles on his arms.
I promised I'd always be there to protect him from any harm.
How could I have known that God had different plans.
Who could have guessed that he'd tie up both my hands.
That day in the hospital when we got the bad news.
I would gladly trade him places if I was left to choose.
He was so damn sick he didn't even know we were there.
His eyes just looked vacant with a million mile stare.
We hugged and kissed him and cried until it hurt.
When I was pulled from the room I had his blood on my shirt.
Wednesday April 22nd, was the day that he died.
Every day since then my wife and I have cried.
Sam was his name and he was more than just a friend.
I know he truly loved me all the way to the end.
His time with us was short, six years was all we had.
I know I should be grateful but I'm still just so damn sad.
I'm sure in time the pain will slowly fade away.
Thank you God for Sammy, in Jesus' name I pray.
4/25/2015
Scott Williams
My Pet
Categories:
sammy, bereavement, death, dog, howl,
Form:
Rhyme
He looked so lethargic sitting there in the parking lot of the oldest city in the world. I was perplexed as to why they harnessed him and tortured him in the cruel hot sun. I am no veterinarian of desert animals, but I knew something wasn't right. My friend didn't want me to ride the camel. Neither did I!
They were persistent, unwavering; they just wanted to see me smile. Before I headed up to the Mount of Temptation to pray I got a horseback ride from this camel. Oh his poor rickety legs and arthritic spine. If you were able to read his eyes you would have seen that I am a tad bit overweight. That poor camel!
I begged the men to give Sammy some ice cream when we were done for all the abuse they put him through. Sammy's smile was hideous and in between his teeth it looked like glue. My heart was crushed, but what was I to do? About 15 minutes later the irritated camel tried to bite a young girl dressed in blue. She jumped about 5 feet to escape her demise. He wanted to call it a day. The handlers just wanted to earn their keep.
I used to feel sorry for all the stray emaciated cats here in Israel. They prance around the city meowing all through the night. Poor cats!...Now I have made room in my heart for the camels too!
gwendolen rix
8-8-15
Categories:
sammy, abuse, animal, feelings,
Form:
Prose
The creature at the bar loved to get drunk
But townsfolk kept well away cos it stunk
At this bar with his friend
Drank whiskey till night's end
You’ve probably guessed its Sammy the skunk.
Joe the mayor asked the townsfolk to think
For an answer to that horrible stink
They came up with a plan
A huge extractor fan
Now skunks and townsfolk can both share a drink.
Written on 9th September 2018-09-09
For animal limerick contest sponsored by Charles Messina.
Categories:
sammy, animal, drink, funny,
Form:
Limerick
Once long ago
In the streets of Atlantis
I lived next to
A natural born dog whisperer
The Pied Piper of dogs
The neighbourhood dogs
Followed uncle Sammy everywhere
Every time when he went
To go and chop wood
He was safe in the forest
With all our dogs
Rumour has it he could speak dog
How cool was that?
No unwanted guests ever came uninvited
The dogs he owned felt spoiled
That he could do their bidding
Tricks you name it
Oh, uncle Sammy the wonder
Of the streets of Atlantis…
Categories:
sammy, appreciation, character, cool, humor,
Form:
Free verse