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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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* 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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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!...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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