Best Sample Poems
How ironic it was, today you see
sitting here sipping my tea.
I didn't know what to think or do
then that song came on that reminds me of you.
It gave me an energy, reminding me
we breathe the same air under the same sky
and don't ask me why, but it was just enough
to lift me above this confused feeling.
There is no need to worry
or be in such a hurry
because I know that when you're good and ready
I'll still be here, sipping my tea,
waiting for you to join me.
A sample of beauty, inviting and hot.
I suddenly saw and admiration I got.
Each country has its own pearls.
How can I not look at Chinese girls?
From the height in the mountains I saw a flower
It's beauty amazes with refinement and power
Is inaccessible to me a fairy valley
But the aesthetic picture will calm me finale
speak it as it was to be
something for a world of
people to love and admire.
delicious and special.
she wanted something that was flavored naturally.
we determined that a sweet fruity flavor would
be best. because she was cooking chicken
and felt it was best to have as much chicken as vegetables
she decided to make it easier on herself by using
something large to marinate the birds in.
she was cooking twenty game hens, and wanted a mixture of flavor
to marinate the birds in.
she came up with this.
in a large roasting pan she added,
5 pounds of grapes (vines and leaves)
2 trouts (scaled and cleaned)
4 garlic bulbs (halved and unpeeled)
5 medium onions(quartered with peels)
10 lemons(squeeze the juice and and halved)
5 sprigs of rosemary
4 sprigs of thyme
2 gingerootz (chopped)
5 small chilis (halved)
1 cup of cilantro
roast for about one hour( to extract the pungent aromas)
you only want the juices that are extracted from the mixture
drain by using a colander, and a fine screen.
allow to cool.
in a blender add
2 cups of olive oil
1/4 cup of salt
2 green peppers
1 large red onion
2 small chilis (seeds removed)
2 cup of red wine
3 cups of lime juice
1 cup of light brown sugar
4 tablespoons of ground ginger
1/2 cup of white vinegar
7 cloves of garlic
mix smooth and add to the cool mixture
2 two five gallon buckets with lids
add the game hens and pour mixture to cover all the birds.
marinate overnight.
broil birds in the oven until done.
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1 and one half cups of lemon juice
1 cup of coconut milk
1 cup of grapefruit juice
4 tablespoons of cayenne pepper
1/2 cup of honey
8 tablespoons of crushed garlic
1 cup of minced shallots
1 cup of coconut flakes
1/4 cup of light brown sugar
6 tablespoons of rum
4 tablespoons of grounded cumin
1 and 1/4 cup of olive oil
1/4 cup of mint leaves
3 pounds of deveined shrimp
marinade.
in a large roasting pan, add 1 cup of butter
and a half cup of olive oil
sautee about
6 cups of chopped eggplants,
6 cups of diced (cooked potatoes)
1 cup of green onions
add shrimp (cook shrimp underdone!)
add marandae and thicken with cornstarch
Spree three quite legal vehicles at a four-way intersection by selection,
suddenly,
abundantly,
glaring,
blaring,
crashing,
smashing,
cooperating,
accommodating,
persistence,
assistance,
fender,
bender,
easy,
peasy,
surely,
truly, ...
"You had not responded, so sad God bless, *sonder."
*sonder: special (mindless to being ...)
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**Once again, I have taken lines from previous poems and have fused them into a brand-new poem. The words in bold are either in addition to my original line or a minor change to make the line fit.
Leave me from the stress.
I just don't understand.
So I shop in search of me
Because you have had your turn for an hour
But maybe I might actually be
wondering when the pain is going to stop.
Feelings of chaos not splendor,
bend and break our souls!
Go ahead and speak up and speak out
that is just my luck
I promise my weakness and your strength will blend
It pays to dance through the moments
When a thought festers and brews
And scream aloud the pain.
Be the voice for the weak
In this journey of life
Sometimes we take action
to be the helping hand someone needs
In the identity store you know.
What's this I hear?
The heat of the flame got turned up bright.
IF the church is a hospital,
I would find a guide indeed.
It is if she had wrote the narrative to my life.
A foolish man she made me: me thinking
that I could exist until then< the day
we meet and have the right words to put
our future into perspective. "Might the nights of
Lovers make me her's". Than might the need of
my selfishness makest me her's" What a fool I've been!
Each idea a failure, I ajusted to her needs in full
compliance to have been meet with her resistance
and stubborn meaniest. She beleived she was
mannish and womanish to
the conveesity of right: I found her wrong
and those who desired a measure of revenge might
seek her company to spawn. A disbelief in fairness and a concern for
troubling a catalyst for value, aruthless of competitive behavior.
a concern for cultural readiness. Samples of a world
against the desire to marry.Love feeds my hunger
might I thirst to have
the waters of your need for me
satisfy my dry mouth.
She spoke of her want to learn music, as a Lady she wished
to began piano lessons, a concerted jesture. Thus she'd had
only time if the oppurtunity allowed and finacing from her Mister was allowed.
That made right for conversation, she'd ask him for
the money to begann her lessons.
He cited her expression as tenure and want: maybe a need to fit-in.
Maybe an urgency oror a collective restored mention, might
allow a thought of music. A tune or two.
Might you
find in your busy world to love me!She wanted the music more than she beleived and thus months later she was both
musicailly trained and pregant.Have I loved thee? He would ask her: have we then been perfections of our happiness.
One thing leads to another, then to sex
To be perfectly honest, it's what guys expect
To sample her biscuit
Maneuvering his digits
Caressing all the territory below her neck
I miss you more everyday
my thoughts of you wont go away
you stay in my head and remain in my heart
i can feel you right beside me
eventhough were far apart
my lips still tingle
from the kiss you gave me last
your nothing like the boyfriends
that i have had in the past
your the best guy ive ever known
you make me feel loved even when im alone
you treat me so perfict and i know you truely care
you make my heart fly with every kiss that we share
i just melt in your eyes everytime you look at me
and you hold me in your arms so strong but gentely
youve had a impact on my life
and your face is engraved on my heart
ill always love you baby wether were together or apart.
-Spencer Coggsdale dedicated to Brandon Castillo
Dearest Sally; your foods gone dry; it's reached the end of day.
You think about your garbage pail and waste you'll leave today.
But I am near, you see me come and pity my thin build.
You give to me your dried out food; the samples till I am filled.
So thanks I say for all you give, each sample from the oil
and peace and joy within your kitchen, forever may you toil.
Little square life with a toothpick flag
Whose ambition was this toe tag
Voices from the fountain can’t tell me
And the river holds no key
Wisdom brings an audience of fools
Broken genius and a yoke of rules
Whose life is running from the dark
A run-on life with exclamation mark
This banshee from the debris
Yells my name like it knows me
The tender footed feeling every stone
The tender hearted feeling all alone
Van Gogh’s ear in a jar on the shelf
Says I need a hobby like cutting myself
I want to cut my shadow free
And let it run back into the night
But, this banshee from the debris
Yells my name, like it knows me
Dearest Sally; your food's gone dry; dehydrated in it's oil.
You think of how you'll throw it out, before it starts to soil.
...but then you see that I am near, and offer it to me
and thank your sample fryers that I'm getting them for free.
Sally's Sample Fryers bring special thanks from me.
(1). Hold me like a pillow
Squeeze me tight, Comfort my soul
Love me gently, Never let me go...
(2.) You've fallen from the sky
I knew you were that star that sparked my eye
You showed me love and shed so much light
You're my angel, My morning delight...
(3.) True beauty flows from the heart
True beauty never sheds apart
True beauty has the "love"
True beauty comes from above.
(4). Knock a needle to the sky
Watch it go up, Fly real high
If the needle bounces back
You better run or chase the facts.
(5.) Angels are bright and pretty
Demons are dark and uneasy
The Sun brightens the day
The darkness takes the joy away
Fear steals our faith
but, Hope and mercy is on the way.
Example of an Ample Sample
He had said it was a perfect example.
Of what was enough and also ample;
Right size;
Did realize,
Established standard for each sample.
Jim Horn
The sign grabbed my attention;
It was bold as it could get.
The question that it asked was,
“Have you had your breakfast yet?”
Some volunteers were handing out
Free yogurts on the street.
I’m sure, to some, this would appear
To be a tempting treat.
But many people shook their heads,
Despite it being free;
Among those who refused the offer,
One of them was me.
I hadn’t had my breakfast yet
But there was no debating,
For I was headed home and knew
My bagel was there waiting.
Escaping from boredom and frustration,
you partake in adventures within dreams.
For there, without going on vacation,
one can climb tall mountains and fish fast streams.
Magic exists in the kingdom of sleep,
an imaginary place of your own.
For when active conscious minds fall asleep,
thoughts start drifting into The Twilight Zone.
You can go anywhere you'd like to go
and do anything that you'd like to do.
Yet, where your dreams lead you, you'll never know,
for fantasies are as unique as you.
Nothing feels as intimate as your dreams,
where you sample life's highs, lows, and extremes.