Long Sam Poems
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Time is short but feelings are strong
Of course you’re singing our song
First cranberry kiss sets me on fire
Making my knees weak as I perspire
Oh you send me on a long journey
With the sun blazing the world turning
Despite the times lack of civil rights
Everything is fine in your arms tonight
Your pearly smile plays me like a harp
Words you weave now are amethyst art
You whisper in my ear that I have your heart
Marry me dear and we shall never part
You send me to the moon and far beyond
Like a flower I bloom in your sunny charm
And the red hickey you leave on my neck
Is like jewelry I hide least my folks be upset
You thrill me honest you do
Just like the song says it’s true
And I loved you from the very first look
Heavenly sounds of us sang by Sam Cooke
I can only just imagine you and Sam
Whilst working close together on
the butchery counter at your local
supermarket
At the site of both of your 1st job's at
the tender age of just 17
1 day somehow however whilst
putting out the ham on display
Locked eye's and figured out she's
the 1 for me as he is the 1 for me
And then you became childhood
sweetheart's for thee foreseeable
As unfortunately and to your cost
you found out much later
He was in fact sadly a real lady-killer
in reality not merely just actually playing
the role of 1 as an act
Until the day you told him you were
pregnant with me and then he upped
and left the both of us behind
Well that all now makes perfect sense
to me
And I am so sorry for not only just for me
my mummy but for you as well
As he sounds like a lowdown dirty filthy pig
of a man
But thankfully I am lucky enough to be your
son and proudly call you my mother
As opposed to ever having to admit even
to myself
I am the Son of Sam himself
My uncle died yesterday
He was an octogenarian
His stroke made him slur
To me, he is ever youthful
Riding a nicotine stained Mustang
Breaking free from his bridle
Breaking free from his bride
Leaving his two sons and wife
Long time since he whittled for me
A while since he carved driftwood
Since, he enticed a second mare
A girl to ride shotgun when broken
I wrote to not cry his passing
Though I never really knew him
I cried for the end of a generation
Now old, I inherit his vacant seat
Someday my son will cry for me
My mother says all things die
Even soju spilled evaporates
When the bottle tips I’ll pass away
Feel myself burbling away
Few will mourn a falling leaf
Few see Mustangs falling off a cliff
Even fewer still will see their art
In his imperfections I see myself
Do his estranged sons grieve?
When he is buried in Forest Lawn
When laid to rest by his parents
I wonder why I cry for an old man
Was it for him or myself behind?
Perhaps it is to honor any life
Ahead will be my parent’s rest
Behind me my son’s mourning
Find peace in a falling leaf
Winter is coming for us
We have only four seasons
Ride that broken-down Mustang
Never let go of the reins
Watch him canter ahead
I'll be joining him bareback
Help me to not feel jealous
Today is a good day to die
Uncle
I don`t believe in fate,where your path is chosen
i take my own steps,lifes door is always open
there`s no lock,a pin nor combination
glide through the entrance,with talent and i imagination
There`s a sign post ahaead it reads " DESTINY"
achievments are earned,when you live willingly
life` just an episode, a demo,a trial
seek triumph,sucess,it may be worth your while
Follow your your heart,and sucomb to your track
my minds navigation,will create it`s own map
the crossroads of confusion,may bring you to a holt
your an indivudual alone,it`s not your fault.
AUTHOR. MY GOOD FRIEND SAM PEACOCK (LEGEND )
I was a child, yes, even little old me,
curious and happy, my smile wild with glee.
But at the tender age of seven,
I learnt that family go to heaven.
My aunt, a distant, great, great one,
who I'm told baked Welsh cakes second to none,
passed on by in her sleep,
no sickness, no hospital stay or cardiac bleep.
Too young to mourn my mother said,
too far to go for distant dead.
To be honest, it wasn't until that time,
that I learnt about my family's line.
My grandad had two sisters see,
each as unique as one could be.
One died some time before my birth,
now sadly this aunt was laid in earth.
Yet, along came a parcel, a letter, a note,
'To Charlotte' , from 'Uncle Sam' it wrote.
The parcel, I opened, like any young child,
ripping at the packaging, like kid gone wild.
Inside was a teddy bear, my aunt had owned,
given at the same age as me, seven years old.
The letter was written in cursive, neat, aligned,
with a twenty pound note, how beyond kind?
It said 'use on something you will treasure,
please write me a letter, at your leisure'.
Who would have known that I'd do just that,
buying a fishing rod, a reel, tackle and hat.
And sooner than later we visited, on my request,
he greeted us, in wellies, lumberjack shirt and vest.
Such a marvellous man, such stories he told,
from sheep stealing dinners to finding lost gold.
A friendship of two, age didn't matter,
we were both unique, quirky, mad as a hatter.
Fast forward ten years, he is so gravely ill,
me at his beside, in the hospital on the hill.
I speak of stories, now tales of my own,
a distraction from his internal body groan.
I hug, I smile, bless him for his love,
and that next morning he was called above.
Through bereavement and loss, I gained a friend,
we remained close right until the end.
Love like that, so unique, and so raw,
changed my whole outlook down to the core.
My heart still skips, like I was seven,
when I reminisce about my uncle, now in heaven.
06.05.2021
Tender moment as a child contest
Sponsored by: Malabika Ray Choudhury
PLAY IT AGAIN SAM I AM THE LIFE OF THE TRUMPETS
IN YOUR ARMS WITH COCKTAILS OF LIKEWISE
AND IN A MOMENT OF THE BANGING OF THE DRUMS
THE SMILES THE SINGING AND THE DRINKING OF
RUMS WITH A TASTE OF THE PALACEOF FOLLIES
OF BEING IN A DICK VAN DYKE FILM AS ANNIE
GET YOUR GUNS PLAYS OUT OF THE THEATRE IN
HEARTS FILM WORLD OF LYRICS AND THE DANCE
THE FRED ASTIRE OR GINGER ROGERS AS WE
COAST THE HIPPODROME AND THE MESSERS IN THE
EVENING BREEZE TENDERLY FILLS MY SOUL
AS THE TAIL OF MY DRESS PASS BY THE GENTS
WHEN THE ELEGANCE OF ZIEGFELD COVER THE LAND
OF DREAMS OF HATES AND BOTTOMS SHIMMERING OUR
SONG THE SONG OF LOVE IN THE VIOLINS AS THE
AUTHUMN RAIN FALLS ASLEEP TO THE SOUND OF OUR
HEARTS IN ONE BEAT PLAYED THROUGH THE SENSUAL
TROMBONE OF STRAIGHTEN UP AND FLY RIGHT RIGHT
BACK INTO THE SOUL OF THE MUSIC THAT TAKES US
ALL RIGHT BACK TO PLAY IT AGAIN SAM
WRITTEN BY MRS. YOLANDA NICHOLSEN 5-11-2004
2610 PROVIDENCE STREET FORT MYERS FLORIDA
DEDECADED TO THE LOVERS OF MUSIC LYRICS AND DANCE
THE FILM HUMPHEY BOGART I ADORED THAT PIANO MAN
The locks cut off,
Power dissipates,
empty, he walks along,
as mere mortal without purpose.
A man of destiny,
grinding in the mill,
revelling to stupor,
Years rolls bye .
Ignoring the signposts.
Contempt for inner guides,
shut the conscience.
Soul searching reflection severed
On Delilah's lap like a fool,
gave up strength for Lust,
Youthful days speeds away,
Tender whist were days of yore,
Hearts now hardens
Conscience now seared
will now weakened.
Vices takes roots deeper
Habits formed.
Imprisoned without walls.
They go on
On they go still.
in vain search for Peace
The Bear to the East of Uncle Sam, what is Uncle Sam doing in the territory of the Bear? Uncle Sam behavior is that of a moron.
Uncle Sam is like a mad child ,trying to kill himself out of his own madness. Uncle sam is ruthless and power-hungry. He lacks empathy, and he always blames others for his mistakes. He takes credit for the work and ideas of others, and he puts down and belittle those who don't share with him his views or support them.
Everywhere Uncle sam goes, he creates chaos and miseries, and his madness now is making him to start poking the bear in the eye.
Uncle Sam, please stay away from the Bear the apex predator, you cannot win any fight with the bear. You will be"beaten out of existence," and don't push the Bear too far, you have been beaten down by your own pride and arrogance, every odds are against you so much so that it is suffocating your pride. Leave the Bear alone and mind your own business.
Uncle Sam, you have created allies, but just morons in your presence, "When a blind man leads a blind man, they both end up in the ditch.”
Only morons ask for a fight with the bear, Uncle Sam, together with your allies, you'll be badly humiliated should you continue poking the bear..!!
Uncle Sam, stop provoking the bear. Stay away!
Your end lies in your greed, and your collective fate has been sealed.
By Chanda Katonga.
Sam, Sam, the drunken man
Hiccup, hiccup, stagger
Sprayed by the skunk again
Stench replaces swagger
Uncle is a rebel
Standards sinking lower
His Lust rings the death knell
Evil hands him over
Hiding in the closet
Moving from the shadows
Twist the truth to posit:
"Counterfeit their credos."
Urge grows ever stronger
Evil, even bolder
Acts are growing wronger
Sin the grim slave-holder
Sam, Sam, I know your plan
Play up victim chatter
Play down the bogeyman
Censor subject matter
Uncle is a front man
Paid to shill and tell lies
Lots of circus but no bread
The simpleton complies
Mocking moral wisdom
Bucking discipline's yoke
Twist the honor system:
"'Love your neighbor,' a joke."
Your debt is piling up
God's wrath, boiling over
Closer is His shake-up
When judgment takes over
Sam, Sam, you feckless man
Your gambit won't pay off
You shortened your life span
Your dying branch sawed-off
Uncle is agnostic
Paganish and profane
Justice is sarcastic
His rulings are insane
God's kindness towards you
Will no longer remain
Vengeance is overdue
Consequences are plain
Cut from His olive tree
Due to your unbelief
Uncle's owed penalty
Acquits God's faith motif-
"Faith is not a Schemer"
Inspired by the sweet, whimsical movie, "Benny & Joon", starring Johnny Depp, Mary Stuart Masterson and Aidan Quinn. A stellar cast and performance.
Joon and Sam
By Michelle Morris
04/05/2023
Wearing a helmet in the car
Watching the world pass by
See a man sitting in a tree
A connection is formed
Lose a bet and gain a roommate
Enjoy new ways to experience life
Painting together and sharing a sweet kiss
Feelings and emotions became entwined
Sam and Joon became close friends
It blossomed into a true love
Two hearts became one
In unusual circumstances
Two eccentric people
Trying to navigate their path
Finding love and acceptance
A chance to have a new start
An artist and a performer
Delightful moments together
Ironing cheese sandwiches
In Joon's new apartment
Independence and freedom
Dignity and respect
Choices that are made
To live and learn and love
Joon and Sam together
It's a sweet, whimsical love
To remind us that anything is possible
In our Universe so beautiful
© Michelle Morris, 2023