Best Sandy Poems
Cruelly taken by a heartless act,
gone without a chance to say goodbye.
Innocent souls roam the heavens,
safe from the harsh realities of life.
A mother's eyes overflow with tears,
wondering if God comforts her child tonight.
A father clings onto a photo,
reminiscing the last time he embraced his child tight.
They gaze at twinkling stars in hope,
wondering if it's their child's eyes sparkling bright.
On a silent night they can still hear
their child's laughter, echoing in the horizons.
They ponder if twenty children still meet
in heaven's playground, jumping on clouds.
Hoping angels sing sweet lullabies,
just like a mother's serenade.
All the fragrant flowers in heaven,
yet there is no scent like a mothers'.
Softness of angel feathers could
never replace her touch.
Gates of heaven so magnificent,
but there is no strength like a fathers'.
Warmth of angels could
never replace his embrace.
When an innocent child prematurely leaves this world,
a parent's heart is forever fragile drowning in sorrow,
for there is no pain like the loss of a child.
Silent One
19 December 2017
Categories:
sandy, death,
Form:
Free verse
A pretty little thing named Sandy.
Made all of the men feel so randy.
She's quite a nice lass.
So I won't be crass.
But it really is quite a dandy.
P.S. You'll have to connect the dots. Read between the lines. However you want to put it. :) Peace. :)
Categories:
sandy, sexy,
Form:
Limerick
On a walk after the worst of the Sandy storm
I slogged down the still dampening
Green grass valley rutted between
The moldering fences of the shadowed alley.
Under the low, ominously rushing, soggy gray clouds
I saw so many black birds silently
Clinging against the stiff breezes
To the broken branches of the skeletal oak on the corner
As if they relished the fate of the cruelly stripped leaves.
I saw a hundred crows there.
How many make a murder?
Black pointy wraiths;
Scattered commas lined up like
Iron shavings stuck
To magnetic branches.
Dull steel skies slid in vast arcs around them.
Sprinkling windy foreboding,
Their clouds reached down
To Collect their talons.
So many eyes I know they see
Spiny black needles poking out of me.
Bloodless murder, muffling gray gauze No need to caw…,
A hundred crows see it all.
Categories:
sandy, green, weather,
Form:
Narrative
This is the tale of Sandy the snail...
Who always wore her hair in a ponytail...
She was different from others and I’m sure you’ll agree...
As her colors were bright neon fluorescent green you see...
She wasn’t content just moving slow...
She wanted to run like a Marathon Pro...
Up early each morning...
When the Sun arose...
She did pushups, pull ups and touched her toes...
Alas... it was then she realized this was futile...
As everyone knows...
If she had feet, she would be more mobile...
Categories:
sandy, encouraging, faith, hair, journey,
Form:
Prose Poetry
We met along the sandy shore
your sparkling blue I did adore
that dreamy look I didn't doubt
waves rushing in then rushing out
I wonder what life had in store
we met along the sandy shore
secrets shared under stars of bright
a gleaming hope throughout the night
The sun arose before we knew
you kissing me, I kissing you
we met along the sandy shore
secluded spots we both explore
Holding close as desire craves
we're overcome by crashing waves
romantic scenes one can't ignore
we met along the sandy shore
Categories:
sandy, love,
Form:
Quatern
As I walk the sandy beach of life. I often find that one set of footprints along the waters edge. It is then I know my Jesus has not forsaken me. When the seas are oh so blue and calm, I know I still do need Thee. I have taken a picture of that one set of footprints to remind me, He will always remember me. We are all on our own sandy beach path that God has designed. For me and Thee we will walk along together on the sandy beach of life.
Lord is mighty Sand and time slip away Water will make it clean
Date Written: 7/7/2020
Categories:
sandy, beach, bible, blue, relationship,
Form:
Haibun
In Sandy on a Sund’y
Can’t even buy a pie
The High Street is a ghost town
From some Kafkaesque sci-fi.
Not a single caf is open
No point in asking ‘Why?’
So I’ll just go down
To the Rose and Crown
And give their roast a try.
The film set has now altered
To a Sergio Leone
The barman with the hang-dog look
Is sitting all alone.
I enquire after Sunday Lunch
His reply comes Brummily spoken.
‘No food today,
I’m afraid to say.
The chef’s right arm is broken.’
So homeward I trudge
To a can of stodge
That I’d been keeping handy
And I curse the day
I decided to stay
In this Sabbath-subserving Sandy.
Categories:
sandy, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
High flying waves
Unprecedented size
Rocking the Atlantic
Raging the East coast
Intimidating ;
Creating a day inside;
A break from the grind
Nature grounds us, tells us,
Everyone unwind
Surge of power
Anything but average
No one will stand alone
Down, but not undone
Yes we will survive this storm
Categories:
sandy, natural disasters
Form:
Name
* A tale of a charlatan, caught pretending to be a father of a Newton Massacre
Victim----(feel free to view his hyperbole on Youtube, search Robbie Parker
Interview)
This place is not big on naming names, but you sir, are despicable! Usurp
nightmares of another. Charlatan! How can you do what you do, there, bold
face lying for world news cameras. You, the very reason mine stomach pit,
ulcer amore'! Tho' there's no clear understanding for sins you've committed.
Those children! Where are the tears Robbie Parker? Where are the tears? We
can't look at you anymore!
The epitome of evil approached the podium, unaware we were staring into
your laughing eyes. Caught red handed, you Superman'd into character.
Despise, despise! No, I won't pretend like the others that hate is not in my
heart. You see, minus hate, love remains half mast. I thank you for the
juxtaposition. Yet, sickening you are. And the truth is out Mr. Parker, you are
a farce! Now I ask...Where does the misconception end? You mock naysayers,
label them "Conspiracy Theorists" amongst other choice vulgarities. In return,
I request answers. Answers to understand where true conspiracy roams, for'
I'm no dummy little buddy, and I know where there's smoke, fire is nearby.
Meanwhile, you might want to sharpen your acting skills, for the end is nigh.
And you Robbie Parker are only a speck of the lie.
You rigged the book on Sandy Hook.
Categories:
sandy, anger, bereavement, father, grief,
Form:
Prose
He was only a puppy
A golden retriever
I would whistle and beckon
but he wouldn't leave her
For she was his owner
His only true friend
and he stayed with my sister
Right up to the end .
In her early twenties
She found that lump in her breast
In the fight for her life
She must now invest
I remember so well
The tears in our home
Dad bought her that dog
That she so wanted to own .
She must find the courage
To stand and to fight
Sandy made her smile
Much to my parents delight
Only a small boy
I wanted to play
In her moments of darkness
My sister pushed me away .
He was only a puppy
A golden retriever
I would whistle and beckon
but he wouldn't leave her
For she was his owner
His only true friend
and he stayed with my sister
Right up to the end .
I played schoolboy games
She fought like a tiger
I climbed little tree's
She was climbing the Eiger
Sandy was there
To help her recover
I know he understood
Much more than her little brother.
I remember the doctor
Claiming she was in remission
Now I played with Sandy
With my sisters permission
I took him for walks
Because I had energy to burn
but I knew something was wrong
When the doctor returned .
He was only a puppy
A golden retriever
I would whistle and beckon
but he wouldn't leave her
For she was his owner
His only true friend
and he stayed with my sister
Right up to the end .
Sad realisation
No more can be done
Tearful birthday
As she turned thirty one
When I close my eyes
I still see sandy's head on her knee
My sister finding the courage
To smile for me .
Bed in the living room
She can't climb the stair
When the lord called her name
Sandy was there
When I heard him whimper
I knew my sister had gone
Up until that very last moment
He had helped her stay strong .
He was only a puppy
A golden retriever
I would whistle and beckon
but he wouldn't leave her
For she was his owner
His only true friend
and he stayed with my sister
Right up to the end .
Categories:
sandy, memory,
Form:
Narrative
She lay upon the sand, lowtide-cold, salted-dry, dissheveled.
Tomorrow would have been her twenty first birthday,
unadorned, except for the seaweed in her brassy blonde hair.
Tip-toeing across her blue-gray cheek, a pink crab foraged,
unhindered, it dined on the whites of her eyes.
Only the sea and sand cradled her now.
First Published in Of Sun and Sand 2013
part Of a hurricane Press
Categories:
sandy, death,
Form:
Free verse
There was an old codger named Randy
Who rolled on the beach and got sandy.
T'was there he did sleep,
And ne'er did he weep,
So sure that his life was just dandy.
Along came a lady named Sandy
Who wanted so much to help Randy
To soften his heart,
She played a big part,
And stopped him from drinking his brandy.
Then Randy got quickly awake,
So stunned when he saw his mistake.
He thought no one cared
Because no one dared
To love him for his own name's sake.
He quickly got up from his stupor
And started to be a good trooper.
He went to help others
Who didn’t have mothers,
and now his life's work is just super.
Revised:
January 8, 2016
Categories:
sandy, inspirational,
Form:
Limerick
There once was a girl named Sandy
Whose auburn hair was doubly-dandy:
She got gigs of gazes,
A plethora of praises;
Hey, her hair hue was hyper-handy!
Categories:
sandy, dedication, hair,
Form:
Limerick
A kind and gentle woman
was too soon called away
now sorrow is upon your heart
for this sad, sad day.
A blessing to her family
and to each loving friend
so many tears from you flow
to see this dear life end.
Though your hearts are burdened
and filled with pain and grief
through faith in our Redeemer
may you find comfort and relief.
For all who came to know her
and be part of her life
she was a precious friend and sister
a cherished mom and wife.
Treasure all the memories
that each one of you hold
for now their blessed value
is worth more than pure gold.
Remember all the things you shared
and all her special ways
that made her mean so much to you
and cherish all her days.
Although she may be parted
from this earthly life
she has been freed from worry
her troubles and her strife.
In the company of angels
she's watching over you
and knows how much you love her
know that she loves you, too.
With assurance through God's precious gift
know that when your days here end
once more you'll see this beloved wife
sweet mother and dear friend.
This is dedicated to Sandy, who passed away
Sunday, January 18, 2009. She was a dear and
precious friend for over 20 years of my sister and brother-in-law
Linda and Tom Haill and Beloved wife and mother
of John and Phil and special to all who had the great fortune
to know her.
Categories:
sandy, death, dedicationfriend,
Form:
Quatrain
The hurricane has now arrived.
Her centripetal Cyclops eye,
swirling wind and wall of water
whirling, churning, surging cyclone
wreaking death and devastation
on the east coast population.
Amidst this inundated scene
the hapless, helpless victims screamed
for mercy but none could be found
instead a swell of water drowned
the most vulnerable victims
lacking the means to escape from
an unforgiving super storm
the entire country now mourns.
Categories:
sandy, natural disasters,
Form:
Verse