by Sammy | Nov 11, 2015 | Poetry
I’m a boy with a piece of string My left hand holds it tight I can only use my left hand As I’m busy with the right I could maybe make a slingshot From this dirty piece of twine But I probably shouldn’t do this As the string it isn’t mine So instead I sit and ponder...
by Sammy | Nov 2, 2008 | Poetry
Polish floor, polish bed frame, polish glass, Polish belt, polish edges, polish brass. Polish, polish, polish, or he’ll kick our bleedin’ arse. Polish door, polish frame, polish flap, Polish badge, polish peak, polish strap Polish, polish, polish, or he’ll have us in...
by Sammy | Apr 4, 2008 | Poetry
Beautiful, beaming smile, But behind it lies what guile ? Twinkling, sparkling eyes, Hiding an imp cloaked in disguise. Dimpled cheeks to melt your heart, Even though mischief is her art. A giggle so endearing and bewitching, Though it’s for monkey-business she’s...
by Sammy | Apr 4, 2008 | Poetry
What is love to me, for I am a man and have no need of it ? When I was a small child, love was looking at my parents, Knowing that they were always there and would loved me back As I grew, the teenage years saw me childishly question that love, as they imposed...
by Sammy | Jan 9, 2008 | Poetry
The old man sits alone in the room at the back of the house All stay away, even the one who has shared her life with him for so many years. Only harsh words they share now in the twilight of their lives; Where once all there was, was light. Love? I’m sure they do. But...
