Sandra Poems - Poems about Sandra

My mirror tells the brutal truth, a woeful tale of vanished youth Where one eye squints and one eye shines and broken dreams are long dark lines. Emotionless and coldly callous Honesty without spite or malice Shamelessly silent yet telling all Reflecting the writing on the wall. An image appearing all too clear Becomes too telling, too austere Once colorful hues seen on display Have...

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I know the pain that love can bring How hurtful words can bite and sting When lies are told, love will take wings That real love doesn't come with strings Love, liken to a pendulum swing Taking it all not giving a thing Once I listened to my heart sing When I thought love was everything. What happens is, that we don't see Sometimes...

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Dear Sandra, here’s a little note from my heart to yours. May it bring you a smile whenever you read it. From your heart to your home, you’ve always opened the door, Even late at night when I may have scared you a bit. Let’s face it, who would stop by late at night, except me? Hence, the reason you...

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Here’s a little taste of life from a different point of view. Look closely, and you may see a very little part of you. These are pictures of things that you see around you every day. But, now you can see them up close, in a different kind of way. So, the next time that you look at a...

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Dave's nuts 'bout his girlfriend, Sandra McSpark She doesn't bite much, but Man! - Can she bark! She's got the sexiest growls From voluptuous jowels Sandra's no dog ~ She's a silver 'land shark'...

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There was a lady with old birthday blues Another year passed, with gray hues So she ran out on the beach ...

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Sandra Lee was a woman alone, but not lonely. An artist, full of flair and ideas of flamboyance and fantasy. She wrote poetry, drew portraits, made glorious watercolors. Others married and moved away, but she stayed in her town. Enjoying her life, her work as a social worker made her happy. But don’t you get lonely? Others asked her. They...

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There are only two movies I watch more than once a year. While You Were Sleeping with Sandra Bullock is one of them. Sure, I love her. But I love Bill Pullman too and Peter Boyle. You know how sometimes you want to recast a movie? This is not one of those. Each person was cast perfectly. They are comedians,...

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The windmills swallowed Don Quixote, Ocean spat out Atlantis. Nothing will surprise their hearts Captured by stony aortas. The boy from family portrait on the shelf, Dag his bitten nails into remains of rotten orange (which left the trail in colour of the burning hearth across the sky), And probably not even then, Not once, has he wondered What are...

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~ Words softly whisper, thoughts float as dreams, a poetic angel it seems ~ 12/31/19 Written for the: Who Flips Your Trolley Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Bobby May...

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As a young boy with older brothers A father who was either drunk or in prison My big brother had a one on one talk with me About being developed But first this story about Tom Sawyer He read in school about Tom and played me for a fool Somehow he talked me into painting his room blue, fact!! But...

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Taking in all the beauty of this sunny brand new day As squirrels scurry about, caught up in their play Watching brilliant colors blend together up in the skies A soft gentle breeze whispers Good Morning in silky sweet sighs amidst the threads of autumn trees i listen as the morning speaks a sigh within its silky breath rustles through the leaves within its golden branches nested...

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This Lyric is written by Sandra Weiss and I have written and played the music for it. We enjoyed bringing this song together. Spend Some Time With Me Feeling a bit lonely Maybe feeling a bit blue This is what I ask of you What I need and it's free Would you spend some time with me? So much time...

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Sandra was enchanted and glamourous Men were intimidated Giddy when meeting her Her winsome winning ways delighted them None of the lot suspected It was women she liked...

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Bingo goes where he does; Throws his money on the table; Sandra braids her ponytail; Says she not in love with no man; All hail, all hail, yeah; Gambler goes to jail; Sandra talks to Mable; Bingo doesn't get bail; Shouldn't steal the money; All hail, all hail, yeah; Mable ask Sandra isn't she married to Bingo; Sandra said while touching her long hair no...

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