The seeds of war are planted
in the soil of greed
within the garden of an unholy trinity.
Children of the poor sent off to war
to weave the satin feathers
of a murder of political crows.
The war machine is a stomping beast
spitting out bones
vomiting over the centuries.
The children of the poor
taking their last ride
to the heart of Uncle Sams
green-eyed pyre.
They'll will never have wives
nor children riding bikes
bells to carry their name
onto an endless summer breeze.
The parents suffering from chronic mind bleed...
War will never end
black rock and lock heed martin
need a war to test the devils' wares
turn a pretty profit.
Politicians fluffing portfolios
blood dripping from satin pockets.
Children of the privileged
will never see battlefields of
broken spirits and open chests.
Parents of the virgin dead
forever patching broken nests.
Categories:
sams, war,
Form: Rhyme
11/10/2023
When you have thoughts that bring might you down,
Remember, please do, The Almighty, made no clowns!
Appreciate whatever, any and all things you can do!
Do not compare yourself to another, it’s a day you will rue.
Know that you are special as the bright star in the autumnal sky.
See the divine in others,and in you, and not once ask why?
Neither compare yourself th a single other.
We all are part of the sams family, human sisters and brothers!
Categories:
sams, appreciation, humanity,
Form: Rhyme
My friend sam is a crazy one
Deadlier than a loaded gun
An adrenaline junkie total wild
Never once will sam be mild
When were out im on edge
Coz sam is dull as a sledge
A man that catches sams eye
Will get a smack on the sly
Stealing cars racing for fun
Without a care for anyone
Drugs inhaled with every breath
Ready to die a crazy death
Never knowing sams next step
Dread to think of victims depths
A pretty girl crosses our path
Sam will grab her and laugh
Squeeze with wandering hands
Get a row off the doorman
No respect for any poor soul
Sam upsets humanity whole
Skip through life with no worries
As she never has her own money
Categories:
sams, adventure, crazy, drug, gender,
Form: Rhyme
The genuisness exited
Leave it cuz
Numbers don't add
Due to no money
Joshing you
Judges raise the roof
Two Sams are kinged not knighted
Our chronicles erased
Nah me high
East of here is the job
Palms are crossed
Always liked verbs
Eccles cakes are tasted
The solo man sings
I say aaaaah
Germs of my laments
Easy Kel
Dan as a joke hoses Ella
Almost done
Oh my bad ha
Ya know he is makin a mistake
Nah i'm hungry
Have a look in the kitchen
Zip nada
Hoagie in the mech chariot
Me i am the guy that lies
Categories:
sams, poetry,
Form: Free verse
sammy scampered up a tree
to see what she might see
so far she boosted
an old owl roosted
on sams precarious knee.
Categories:
sams, adventure, bird, cool, fun,
Form: Limerick
They’re out there again,
texting tweets and lighting crosses
over heartfelt kiss.
Congratulations to the Rams and Michael Sams.
Categories:
sams, football, hate,
Form: Haiku
socio economic pyramids and parallel o grams in space.
I do like uncle sams green eggs and ham.
Let the world crash, start over again.
**** the student loans.
They dont put you in prison for office crimes.
Put your credit in the recycling center
Categories:
sams, death,
Form: Free verse
We live in one world,
which together we must help build.
A future not just for us,
but for future hands,
to sculpt better plans.
This world seems to turn so fast,
sending our future towards the past.
Every dream and thought can never last,
the fate of us all is already cast.
The future, its not real,
just a word we say but never feel.
Peel back the layers and you will find,
together as one, our love,
will heal.
When will our words be heard,
all this pain is absurd.
Hate has made our minds tainted and blurred,
If we unite these people can be dettered.
Break down the wall,
Politics will fall.
They forget we put them there,
to be the voice of many.
But thus far they haven't helped any.
Categories:
sams, politicalfuture,
Form: Free verse
Death has taken a few greats: Willa Mae Sams Brooks, Gary Coleman(What chu talkin bout?)
Dennis Hopper, and Lena Horne
Childhood still has a day or two left, toys are scattered all about the floor. A new year's baby
has another year to plan and explore. Time continues across the globe though our hearts are
saddened for those who have gone before us.
The sun is shining and the leaves still blow, I hear a puppy yipping waiting for a boy to play
fetch. There is still packaging scattered across the floor from Christmas presents. Tonight we
will celebrate a new year for the birthday girl.
Happy New Year to all!!! May your dreams come true!
Categories:
sams, holiday, new year,
Form: Narrative