Best Sandpaper Poems
When I saw him last,
He wore grey bananas on his feet
He had a pirate’s hat between his teeth
Long last the man from Oliver Kitten arrived on the shores of my head
How was he to bring such a large basket of straws and ask me to bloom a white rose
You have been back he said with a twirl of a red gem
Yellow kittens for my pleasure,
Only one black dog
Keep roaring up the hill, don’t stop
Take the bottom off the wheel
You won’t need it soon
You are on your way down
The pink parade will catch your fall
Dolphins everywhere
Even under my old brown coat
sandpaper hearts
take away the roads
dig a hole
fill your moat
lifeless
gold
smooth texture from life
bleach the silver fom crosshair
eyes
the color of blanks
a string
of blue pearls
march along the plywood vein
tapping at this tired thing
tap-tap...tap-tap
singing produce =produce or starve
no time to act tired
count those aces... tight
another day-another race
don't make a mistake
tired thing snoring
o'er
sandpapered casket
tap-tap
A little sandpaper smoothes the edges
The final touch that makes the job complete
You think of your angel yet to be born
This crib represents your loving protection
The final touch that makes the job complete
Is the love that was poured out each moment
The crib represents your loving protection
You have been working and praying for days
Is the love that was poured out each moment
enough to keep your little baby safe?
You have been working and praying for days
Deep inside you trust God will answer
Enough to keep your little baby safe
Not to prevent her from experiencing pain
Deep inside you trust God will answer
A balanced life for your girl with no name
Not to prevent her from experiencing pain
Emotions good and bad will complete her
A balanced life for your girl with no name
You smile as you try to come up with one
Emotions good and bad will complete her
Your heart searches for a name that's strong
You smile as you try to come up with one
Sara floats gently across your mind
Your heart searches for a name that's strong
It needs to be pretty and inspire a poem
Sara floats gently across your mind
The very first gift she will ever receive
It needs to be pretty and inspire a poem
You think of your angel yet to be born
The very first gift she will ever receive
A little sandpaper helps smooth the edges
Nette's "Build Your Own Sand Contest"
I removed from the contest because I went over 20 lines.
A carpenter friend of mine is skilled and able.
This morning, he was building a new table.
He said, “I ran out of sandpaper. I have to get some more.
I’m going to take a quick trip to the hardware store.”
I said to him, “If it’s time you want to save,
it just so happens this morning I forgot to shave.
Here, you don’t need sandpaper to begin.
If you want to get the surface smooth, just use my chin”.
By: Jeremy Aguire
Contest: Build Your Own Sand Contest
Date: 09/17/2013
I didn't measure up.
Within your plans, I wasn't enough.
My life was sloughed.
Back to the pencil and I'm rebuffed.
Now I've been scuffed.
These are imperfect stains,
They're complicated and they're erased.
You've scraped against my grain.
I was replaced just to imitate,
a chosen face.
You had to finish me,
covered in sawdust of apathy.
You've made a standard theme,
a clone life built up by makeshift beams,
your twisted dreams.
I am the centerpiece,
of your imperfect philosophies.
Humiliation cease!
Bring back my sanded identity,
my tendencies.
Please pry me off and toss.
I'm not that man that you thought I was.
Your sense of right is lost,
and there's other beams to look across,
another cause.
let me start a * bid for the right
to light the pyre of the bond;
who would not believe, the benign bony fingers
had written off the desires,
from lips to hips
may you go to find the sludge at the
banks of fury at sunrise, I am making
some adjustments with violence in mind,
the human race was acting clumsier
by skirting the tools of death and laughter,
it had become a rage with tiny kids
who were playing with bombs of hate,
missed abortion of faith, a baked infertile
baby opens the darkness with white teeth
* A community ritual to perform the last rites of a jain monk.
SATISH VERMA
It was designed in order to break up their food,
but could be used adversely according to mood,
most things I say are 'wrong,' know what I mean?
I really start to wonder about heard and not seen.
Remember Ogden said: 'Just say yes to everything,'
we know that's not possible, peace it might bring;
of course, maybe it's me with the old furry tongue,
but my sarcasm is measured, not a smoking gun.
I went to visit 'Job,' he said: 'Have patience my friend,'
that was all very well for him, no red ears to bend,
such is our 'Lot' in life, turned into a pillar of salt,
you start to wonder - why should it all be my fault.
There are some different grades of sandpaper feline,
but then to be fair, yours of coarse is a very fine dine.
Softly the pitter patter
Peaceful melody of purrs,
filling your soul with laughter
furry four legged treasures;
meowing their words of love
blinking 'Hello' with their eyes,
punching your heart like a glove
staring at you from up high;
pouncing softly to your lap
a joy to watch each caper,
right before taking a nap
sweet kisses of sandpaper.
I hope my sandpaper words
rub you raw
Want ‘em to be abrasive,
stick in your craw
My prickly gruff words
will make your eyes bulge,
and jut your jaw
Baby, meet the ghetto Sandman,
he gon tell you ‘bout your sins
He gon give you bad dreams again
I hope my sandpaper words
really rub you raw
Make you wanna repent,
and follow God’s law
Do sincerely pray
them hot, grinding words
make your ice cold heart thaw
Baby, meet the ghetto Sandman,
he gon tell you to cast away your sins
He gon try to revive your conscience again
I hope my sandpaper words
smooth out your rough edge
Place your finely detailed soul
on a gleaming polished spiritual ledge
Baby, you met the ghetto Sandman,
he got you reflecting the light of love within
He got you shining good with God again
your sweet voice
trumpets through
the
Celtic green air
but
where
to find
Regina’s fresh eyes
the wild scent of
her maple brown hair
leads the curious heart
to your natural
sandpaper blues eyes