Sandy Poems - Poems about Sandy

I live in hell, because I was given a choice, who ever on earth had the sweetest voice - Maddy Prior, Sandy Denny, or Jacqui McShee? The demons rejoice as in hell, I am bound to forever dangle deciding, Steeleye Span, Fairport Convention or Pentangle?...

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Oh, what a crisp, beautiful morning, Surely this will be a wonderful day, For every cloud that we will see On our way, I’ll wish for a silver lining, Designed just for you and me. Adventure was nearing, I felt it in my bones, I want Sandy to have an unforgettable day, Hey Sandy, did you see that Unicorn, It was white...

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On a warm spring afternoon by the shore, I sculpt your image in the golden sands, Each curve and line shaped with love, Our promises etched in fragile strands. But the restless tide sweeps in too soon, Washing away what we swore to keep, Like whispers lost upon the wind, Or fleeting dreams that fade...

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Tell the Moms it didn't happen Tell the Dads it isn't so Pretty little roses blooming In the garden – row on row – Pretty little blossoms folding Petals falling to the floor Falling into angels rising Sprouting wings on which to soar Smite the gunman at the trigger! Seize the madman at the gun! Little...

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The highlights of the Jersey Shore like a bone beach, they were no more along with the loved Ferris Wheel that kids looked forward to with zeal. The sounds of music, loud and clear along the boardwalk, all would hear, and to the Wheel, the kids would run; for generations-...

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Do you remember that young guy called Sandy, the lad who was always predicting the future? Joe said he died a couple of days ago. The guys were joking, he didn’t predict that. The guys would be wrong then. What do you mean? I met Sandy a couple of months ago when I was visiting Mum. The guys did...

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Sandy the Sandman. Was a super duper dude. With a surfboard pack and a seashell nose and two eyes made out of food. Sandy the Sandman. Would always love to play. He was made of sand, but the lifeguards know how he came to life one day. There must have been some magic in those swimming trunks they found, for when they placed them on his...

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Blasting through the night Blaze to morn "Hey there Thunderhead! Where you going with that storm?" "To crazy eights! And jesters wild I’ll just be gone a while Or more" A frenzy in her mind Fixed rage to rhyme Don’t waste my time! She says for hours Words twirl through The curly wire There was wreck down deep inside Beyond the bounds of mercy Well lay down Sandy. Lay down 'Cause more...

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I'm dreaming of the sandy beaches Just like the ones I’ve seen before, Where the surf is rising, With lovers surmising, While kayakers skim along the shore. I’m dreaming of the sandy beaches With every poem today I write Hoping you have good weather up here If I think of you, I’ll shout a quick “Good night!” [Repeat] I'm dreaming of those sandy beaches With every poem...

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Olivia Newton John was never ours to claim, and yet we did. Because she became ours when she starred in our musical, Grease An all American film, so it made sense to us. Sandy, girl next door. The whole cast was magic; this black-leathered jacket teen musical. Reminding us of West Side Story, but less ethnic. All-American, which is...

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Pedestal whowho I savor your uplifitngs You melt my plastic heart We pass in beats together Endless love...

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Heartbreak hotel Feelings unobliged Fortuitous flailings Unbridled undertones Benign beginnings Stalwart sensations One step forward Conscious awareness Forgotten sublimes New roads reclaimed A better man arises Love roads renewed Composite bliss blessings Ready and waiting Summer bossa brewed Finder's keepers....

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Wandering, through fields of wild flowers, getting lost for hours and hours. Walking through woods of wonder, taking in the beauty of the skies and the ground under my feet. Standing under clouds wispy and white, basking in the sunlight, in green grass I lay, caught up in the moment here I'll stay. The long grass sways back and forth, the wind blows in from the north. The smell of...

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Now, you see your mislaid candy, Still your very property and handy. So, don’t words with your sister bandy Nor repeat that her hair is sandy: You might be saying she was The Thief, Recklessly priming her for noisy grief; For that’s what ‘Sandy’ supplies in brief Whilst no daughter thief is fathered by a chief … And-Alas!-you let candy your...

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Winter was long hard and cold we carried a heavy load with the virus that stayed to long everything seemed to go wrong. A war has broken out things unsolved we shout shaking our heads on this deed hoping it ends with speed. Spring cannot come to soon wanting everything in bloom heat sunshine and blue sky and a cozy sandy beach to lie....

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