Best Sandra Poems
I know the pain that love can bring
How hurtful words can bite and sting
When lies are told, love will take wings
That real love doesn't come with strings
Love, liken to a pendulum swing
Taking it all not giving a thing
Once I listened to my heart sing
When I thought love was everything.
What happens is, that we don't see
Sometimes love's not meant to be
Perhaps there should be a decree,
The lock for love has lost it's key
I found that love was not for me
It brings with it too much debris
Though some will say that love is free
I'd have to say, I disagree.
Sandra Weiss
Daniel Turner
My mirror tells the brutal truth,
a woeful tale of vanished youth
Where one eye squints and one eye shines
and broken dreams are long dark lines.
Emotionless and coldly callous
Honesty without spite or malice
Shamelessly silent yet telling all
Reflecting the writing on the wall.
An image appearing all too clear
Becomes too telling, too austere
Once colorful hues seen on display
Have now faded into a dismal gray
To know and see what is real and true
But then to sadly regret the view.
Telling myself it doesn't matter
Yet knowing, one is bound to shatter.
Sandra Weiss
Daniel Turner
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Words softly whisper, thoughts float as dreams, a poetic angel it seems
~
12/31/19
Written for the: Who Flips Your Trolley Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Bobby May
Heaviness painfully throbbed your beating heart,
as the world could not understand it
and could never see it.
With your slurred words
and tired, dilated eyes,
I smiled, knowing you were not from here,
watching you drenched in sweat,
dripping down from your neck
in the midst of this muggy
unforsaken place.
And as the last song of thunderous sounds from trumpets played
while golden horns slowly waved in and out of the dark,
screaming to a high climax then falling low
and lower as if it was a rhythm of a train in the rain,
slowing making its stop,
many along the walls stood whispering to others
while gazing back and forth in your direction
as those at their tables whispered amongst cigarette smoke,
using their empty glasses as ashtrays.
And miserably, you walked towards me across the room with courage, and I already knew, just like the others, life had already broken you.
And I waited on the other side with a smile until you arrived,
as you stumbled, drunkenly aroused— into my web.
Then your eyes followed my hips outside the front door.
We walked further away from the departing crowd.
And further away.
Then further away
into darkness,
then
you heard the sound of car doors mysteriously opening.
Footsteps crept closer, and you searched and strained your eyes to see what was waiting.
And when you saw them, you were suddenly
transfixed
You cautiously called my name to get an understanding.
And there was a sound of a closing door,
and I had vanished away.
Desperate scrambling sparked, with a quick touch of a blade to your neck.
Movements pushed and pulled against each other.
And a sound of fumbling,
finally ending with a loud screech—
silence.
Heavy footsteps quickly ran away, and time had stood still.
Then you limped back to your car with an empty wallet
and a frown of dried tears—
A fake phone number folded in your pocket.
You were drenched in the darkest of dark,
and I was in my element,
watching and waiting in my car for my share
of the money we earned.
JG Finch
Jesse James
hang your head
really?
I once had a friend named Sandra
and in so many ways she was like a Panda
warm and cuddly in appearance seen
but if provoked, she really could be mean
so keep your distance and be warned by this stanza
The Fairy Tale Wedding of Prince William and Sandra
Married life ahead
Future wonders and unknowns
To forever share
Enchanting was the view of bride and groom,
with bridesmaids, lovely in their pastel gowns
of varied colors, maid of honor, too;
ring bearer, flower girl, each six years old,
best man, four ushers in the wedding group.
So special were Marines in fine dress blues,
who stood and made a saber-arch for them
as they descended steps of their old church...
Newburgh, New York, in Nineteen-Fifty Eight.
Their wedding celebration was a feast
for family and many friends who came.
Good food and music made a happy time,
as they all danced and shared the joyous day.
They cut the cake with a Marine Corps sword,
a cake, three layers, each on pillars graced
with pretty swans and cherubs placed around...
then gently fed each other one small piece,
and came together with a sweetened kiss.
That evening, they began their journey 'home',
nine-hundred miles away to the Corps base,
to start a brand new life...husband and wife.
At only age eighteen, how brave she was
to leave her family and friends behind.
But love provides a courage unforeseen
with needs to be beside the one you love...
June, Nineteen Fifty-Eight...and still today...
wed sixty years, this June, Twenty-Eighteen.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Fairy Tale Wedding ~ Revised
Sponsor: Alexis Y
Judged: 10/08/2018
~2nd Place~
Contest: My Wedding Was Special Because...
Sponsor: Olive Eloisa Guillermo
Judged: 07/31/2016
SANDRA
there was a young lady named Sandra
who seldom wrote more than a stanza
her words promised us talent
and creative attempt valiant
we longed to read more of her mantra
© Kim van Breda—February 2014
Sandra Bullock
Full of pluck.
Lovely, talented, funny
An actress worth the money.
Sandra Bullock
Took a good look.
Her spouse cheated
Marriage deleted.
Christmas day...
scents from your chimney waft my way
curtains aside, a dozen cars are dusted by snow
boys in your yard cry out while pitching snowballs
sensing both comfort and sadness
holidays go on, even when stillness fills your home
surrounded by memories of Christmases long past
wondering what it would feel like to have family again
don a shawl, footsteps crunch in fresh snow
seeing a visitor from across the street, I wave
while on my way to join a neighbor’s celebration
preparing to smile at countless nameless faces
aunts, uncles, cousins, nephews
the “lady nextdoor” self consciously mingles
aching for solitude; dreading it as well
the visitor comes to mind, is she feeling the same
where alone, holiday survivors learn
to appreciate the peace....
I see a lady making her way next door
she smiles and waves from across the street
I give her a smile and wave back
grateful for a moment to stall before going in
we all showed as we said we'd do
a gathering of "family" to pay our due
appearances to appease
somewhere else I'd rather be
on this day is when I feel the most alone
this feeling of distance when I'm in this home
stilted, polite, unease when there's nothing left to say
it was long ago, when we all went our separate ways
it's gets too hard to remember
reliving the yesterdays of December
dreading being here, when solitude is what I want
I wonder about that lady, is she feeling just like me
where alone, I find refuge in the peace
*A collaboration with Sandra Stefanowich
There was a lady with old birthday blues
Another year passed, with gray hues
So she ran out on the beach
seeking a starfish to reach
ending up on a cruise in the news!
Heidi Sands
2/24/22
Sequel added by: Sandra Weiss
The lady with birthday blues
who went off on the passing cruise
She fell off the boat
much too old to float
lost at sea, making the news!
Sandra Weiss
2/26/22
Suddenly there was chaos at the sea
from loss of poems when the muse chose to flee
The birthday lady is a poet
Many people know it
So, the cruise turned around quickly!
Heidi Sands
2/26/22
The old lady tried to write
a great poem that was just right
But, muse was not there
with talent to share
So, she disappeared from sight!
Sandra Weiss
2/26/22
All of a sudden there was a kaboom!
A tidal wave flooded her cruise bedroom
Poems flew all over the place
She surfaced with muse in place
Birthday wishes granted, no more gloom!
Heidi Sands
2/26/22
Spiritually Intense
Artistically Creative
Needs Appreciation
Directs Finances
Research Orientated
Achiever of Goals
Sandra M. Haight
~NA~
Contest: What's In Your Name
Sponsor: C.T.
Judged: 12/06/2015
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What Does Name "Sandra" Mean: Strange, but this is me!
"You are spiritually intense and can sting or charm. Your name brings love and new starts into life and attracts money. In business, you are the creator and promoter of original ideas and usually enjoy considerable financial success. You are bold, independent, inquisitive and interested in research. You know what you want and why you want it. Creative and outgoing, you are always looking for an opportunity to show your abilities, especially before audience. You are very flexible and like to feel appreciated..."
Reference: http://www.sevenreflections.com/name-numerology/sandra/
breeze.chick the grassful
list women as a riot
give off.get going
Dave's nuts 'bout his girlfriend, Sandra McSpark
She doesn't bite much, but Man! - Can she bark!
She's got the sexiest growls
From voluptuous jowels
Sandra's no dog ~ She's a silver 'land shark'
How did I manage
without you my friend
I cannot remember
what life was like
before we met…..
You’re always there
to give a helping hand
a bit of advice, a hug,
Next to my husband,
you’re my sole mate
we can talk about
anything and everything….
We never get bored
with each others company
Even though we work together
we always speak on the phone
for hours and hours
when we are happy
we need to share it
when we’re sad
we comfort one another
when someone or
something angers us
we talk it out ,
until we come up with a solution
Dont ever change my friend...........