Best Sarah Poems
Upon Sarah Palin,
The media is wailing,
While economy is failing,
A woman will do,
For fault to pursue,
But as governor in her state,
Things are looking great,
Alas,,,,,ka,,,,,ha,
We make our own way,
We need no bail,
Bureaucrats heads to swell,
She’s beautiful and bold,
Said, I believe in love’s gold,
We will climb our own knoll,
In the Jesus fold,
Left office to end it,
As an Alaskan Inuit,
Standing tall,
Is all,
Before economic fall,
That is my call,
As Peter of old,
Went fishing, I am told,
For real gold,
Of God’s fold,
Found in mouth of fish,
I am told,
You haven’t heard,
The last word,
Of this classy,
Lassy,
La presidente,
Presente?
This is love’s call,
After the fall,
The economy and all,
Love can do it,
We may as well view it,
And as love pursue it,
The mind has tried,
By lies to provide,
By media’s wailing,
Not prevailing,
She keeps on sailing,
This Sarah Palin,
As the beast prophesyeth,
He lieth,
For profit of lust,
Not for any of us,
As,,,, at Sarah he thrust,
He is mind control,
For worldly gold,
Seeking riches of old,
For the few,
As death they pursue,
Nothing new,
Sarah Palin,
Not wailing,
She’s actually prevailing,
Sarah Palin,,,, Genesis,,,, Earth,
Give birth,,,,, Give birth!!
7-28-09 [email protected]
The morning dew glistens upon the open field
Another new day is here
Will I find my true love today
Is he really out there
Will I find my true love today
Will he ever appear
Will I find my true love today
That is the least of my fears
A KISS not just any kiss but thee kiss...........
First to connect
Your lips indulge mine
Did 'nt see it just tasted it
I can still feel it
A kiss that told more than any poet
Ecstasy the room turned
Pleasure so divine
Hands that pulled my ebony ruffled curls
As your sensual mouth danced with mine
I made love to you that moment
All through my soul like ocean waves
Desire and fire
A flame so high
A pulse that could not deny
As your heart pounded
We grounded ....you and I....
Enclosed in a moment for two
A Kiss not just any Kiss but thee kiss..
Upon the second story balcony
Around an old mosaic table top
Sits Sarah alone with her thoughts
Bright blues, yellows, greens and reds
Sparkle with splendor in the first rays of morn
Igniting endless inspiration
The morning dew glistens upon the open field
Another new day is here
Will I find my true love today
Is he really out there
Will I find my true love today
Will he ever appear
Will I find my true love today
That is the least of my fears
With a simple silver cross dangling
From her delicate olive-toned fingers
She raises her misty eyes skyward and prays
She prays for the sick, the needy, those suffering
And gives thanks for all the gifts bestowed her
The warm sun, the mysterious moon, and the stars above
The fauna, the floral and even her little girls smile
Trust she says, for there is a plan
Even flightless birds sing a happy tune
For beauty is not what we have but
In the little things we see, feel, and cherish
Will she find her true love today
In spirit she already has
Just a little note to say,
That I love you in so many different ways.
When I see your face at first sight,
When I dream about you late at night.
A thought of walking by the sea,
Another of lying under an old oak tree.
Your legs, your breasts, your supple skin,
Your perfect body matching that within.
A style, a grace, a dignity,
A feeling of deepening intimacy.
Our life that’s wrapped around you and me,
Our kids; its meant to be.
That smile that shows a thousand sides to,
The real you that’s hidden from view.
Your beautiful eyes, a mirror to your soul
Your dreams inside which make a perfect whole.
Your tender touch as you tickle my chest,
Your passionate kiss that beats the rest.
That dream of a cottage under the trees,
That provides a protective canopy.
Your laugh, your warmth, your care,
A lovely innocence laid bare.
I think of how I have become a better man,
And how I adore you, have become your biggest fan.
All of these are the reasons why,
I feel like I want to cry.
When I write this note to say,
That I love you in so many different ways.
Our love and trust deepens
An urgent breath upon my neck
A innocences tied to me
Clothes pulled from me
Silk and lace have no grace
As they lay upon the floor
You close the door
You lock it behind you
Your kiss is more a bite
I try to fight
But the darkness has your light
My curiosty takes me along
A cry as i find you deep inside
Your body covers mine
A groan from you as you hold my mind
A seduction of force that i do not ignore
My gasps of endless moments of you
My eyes closed as my innocences is thrown
Then you leave the room .....
As she entered the dingy little house,
Sarah regarded Ethel and Charles.
They were where they always were,
each sat, slumped, torpid
in their own well-worn armchair,
staring vacantly at the telly.
Neither acknowledges her arrival,
and she did not announce it,
the pleasantries were redundant,
all three knew their roles.
Everything was, as always.
The closed curtains were worn, thin,
allowing a pattern of light
to pool on the brown carpet.
The room was hot, stuffy,
and had its own odious whiff;
a mixture of stale urine
sweat, and decay.
She gagged as she entered,
because of the stench,
and because
of the anticipation of what came next.
Changing their diapers,
bathing them
while ignoring
the obvious pleasure
it gave Charles.
Sarah had been 'bathing' Charles
since she was eleven,
Ethel knew, of course,
but pretended she didn't.
Later;
she would prepare their dinner.
Sarah had stopped eating with them.
She told herself
she was too tired to eat
that dealing with her parents' mess
made her sick.
The truth was
Sarah increasingly found it soothing
not to eat,
it gave her almost as much comfort
as the marks she made
with the knife
that she kept with her,
always.
Sarah Johnson is, and will always be a cold, heartless murderer. She has no empathy for what she did to both of her own parents, Diane and Alan Johnson. Her friends and family can't even believe that a sweet girl would kill both of her own parents over some guy. They knew that Sarah wasn't supposed to get into this so-called "serious relationship" with this guy named Bruno Santos. The illegal immigrant was three years older than her, especially when he is still known for having a criminal history. It's sad to hear that Mr. and Mrs. Johnson had to die that soon. The entire Johnson family had their lives ahead of them. Sarah Johnson is a heartless liar, an assassin, and on top of all that, she has no soul. The girl was afraid that both of her parents would go to the police and have her so-called "boyfriend" arrested and charged for statutory rape, so Miss Johnson killed them. Now, that was a cowardly move. The reason why Sarah Johnson had killed both of her own parents (mother and father) is because for one, they were going to send him straight to jail for dating a then-sixteen-year-old and they grounded her for life, as in, "indefinitely." Everybody, including her brother, knows that Sarah has no heart and no soul. But in the end, I guess society is better off with Sarah Marie Johnson in prison for the rest of her life. And as far as the citizens of Bellevue, Idaho, her family and her high school friends are concerned, prison is where she belongs. She wasn't abused by both of her parents, but I still can't believe she killed them in cold blood. Now that's what everybody's talking about: a cold, calculates sociopath with no remorse for what she did and had felt no empathy. Sarah Johnson will always be remembered as a bad woman with a selfish ego. And if all types of homicides (matricide, fratricide, and/or parricide) continue to increase, there's no telling what bad thing might happen next.
My dear Sarah,
This may be my last letter to you,
As I am writing you now I am on my way to the theatre
I am booked for a lung operation by 7 p.m. today;
My prayer is that the operation is successful
But if otherwise,weep not Sarah.
Now I shall tell you my wish
For I don't know what tomorrow will be;
This year you will be thirty-five,
Long enough to be mother Sarah.
I therefore wish you make up your mind
And become mother this year;
I would have loved to see your child,
A true replica of natural beauty you are,
If God wishes I will.
My dear friend, join not the folk
That see this God's gift as burden
And consumed their babies' lives with theirs;
Children are tomorrow,they are our extension,
They are the shining jewel on our crown,
They are the ever valid testimony to our lives.
I therefore join you in prayer:
Mama born you ,you shall bear yours;
A banana sucker does not dwell by the river bank
And still be barren,you shall not be barren;
The family of locust knows no barrenness,
May you never experience barrenness.
On this note I will stop,
If we meet again we shall smile,
If we don't Sarah,
Remember this and make my soul happy.
It is well.
Your loving friend,
Kayode.
In sixteen ninety-two,
Salem bore a wicked sin;
It was there atop a rugged hill,
They hanged old Sarah Flynn
The Elders deemed her guilty,
Of witchcraft they accused;
Prepared to draw her final breath,
While others stood amused
Scoffing her accusers,
She shouted emphatically;
"Benjamin, Walter, and Jacob!"
"Death shall come to thee in three's!"
From the end of a rope she gasped,
The Elders looked on with a grin;
Benjamin, Walter, and Jacob,
Three brothers, all evil within
Innocent souls were tortured,
Of witchcraft they confessed;
The Elders often chanted,
"To heaven, we are blessed"
It was three years in passing,
Since the death of Sarah Flynn;
The Elder brothers perished,
Her curse upon these men
Benjamin fell from a rooftop,
Walter drowned in a shallow creek;
Jacob was dragged by a furious steed,
Three deaths within three weeks
Sarah Flynn was never a witch,
Nor others who died so tragically;
In the darkest hours of Salem,
Vengeance reigned in three's!
“Half church of God, half castle ‘gainst
the Scot”,
Sir Walter Scott enthused when from this bridge
he wondered at the majesty of Durham,
as so did I, and countless youthful eyes
before and since, bright futures beckoning.
She must have revelled in this lovely place,
her footsteps would no doubt have often paused
as from these ancient stones she’d gaze awhile
and thank the fates that held her eager hand.
For a few brief moments she would relish
as did I, and then forever cherish
those golden years. But now a cruel wind
has torn her from this earthly world.
Bereft, we can but pray she’s looking down,
reflecting fondly on the joys she knew,
on memories beloved and pleasures shared,
and maybe, through the mists of time there shines
a vision of this special place, and happier times.
I see you, girl, with your lovely face
Your painted lips, and your fiery grace
Scorching the earth with the steps you trace
Oh how we shine, how we shine
I see you girl, with your heart undressed
By pain of joy and sorrow blessed
All glory, and all sin confessed
Oh how we love, how we love
I see you girl, with the tear in your eye
Falling like sun in the rain from the sky
I see you girl, I hear your cry
Oh how we weep, how we weep
I see you girl, we are beautiful bitches
Mischievous muses, and angelic witches
And ours is the earth and all its riches
Oh how we burn, how we burn
© Gail Foster 2016
Sarah Grace
Born in the morning as daybreak was dawning
With her came sunshine, our babe Sarah Grace
As she was growing, her beauty was showing
Already a charmer, the child Sarah Grace
Her lips always smiling her eyes so beguiling
A breaker of hearts was the girl Sarah Grace
When moonlight was beaming and stars all a ‘gleaming
She plighted her troth, the young Sarah Grace
With years now behind her, ‘tis here that we find her
A wife and a mother the same Sarah Grace
A gift and a treasure, she brings us such pleasure
Our own darling daughter, is our Sarah Grace
Brian's 'Thicker than Water' contest May 8th 2010
I had to go through the proper channels
Don't smoke so I wouldn't walk a mile for a camel
I was only ordering essentials
I was told by Ms. Liley, I don't have the credentials
I wanted to talk to our finance lady in person, not a phone call
So I asked her, hey Sarah, where's my tri-walls
I thought being a tech I could order direct
Ms. Liley told Sarah she was using money from a project
If I don't get what I need soon, shipping will begin to stall
Hey sarah, where's my tri-walls
What about the table scale I requested multiple times
Miss Liley's explaination leaves little reason or rhyme
She said there are enough scales at the facility that can be used
I've had to walk back to our big scale so much, I wore the soles off my steel toed shoes
This whole budget crisis is out of my control, I need brain electrolysis
So I scratched the table scale off my wish list
Some items I have begged for so many times I can't recall
I will settle for Sarah recovering my order of tri-walls
Sarah Palin
a minimum of intellect, a maximum of wailin'
the one thing she's good for
is what most evangelicals claim they have never stood for.