Quotes about sandy, page 3
A Sandy Girl
Truth in me remains
My reality and dream you were
You were the partner, with whom I wanted to travel on my every journey
My real dream and my existence you were
The very beginning of my day you were
That glittering red rose, I always stared at before beginning my day
It was you, reality of my soul you were
Broken fragments, you joined for me
Helped me you did, while I was stuck within those four walls
Always, you said I was your E-pal and it used to hurt me so much
Whenever, you used that word for my love, it was torturing for me
My very beginning you were, as far true love is concerned
Now, even if I ever do start to love someone again
That, will never ever be as pure and true
So much I remember you, whenever I glance towards a beautiful sandy girl
Lovely sandy skin, still reminds me of only you
This misery is so painful, to get over with
Forever, I know you are gone
It hurts so much, your face I still visualize
Whenever, I see a sandy girl.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Hurricane Sandy: The Nightmare of the Century
Everybody has a fascinating story to tell,
About Sandy, the queen of Halloween.
Believe me, mine is synonymous with hell:
The angry monsters that cannot be seen,
The grumpy sounds of the wavy seas,
The strange harrowing of the wind,
The spasmodic spread out of the sand,
The agonizing sighs of the battered trees,
The heavy landings of the falling lumbers,
The twisting of the utility poles with the wires and the conductors,
The incessant poundings on the roof,
The deafening swears of the thunders,
The flood, the deluge, the blackouts, the haunted booth,
The evacuations, the rescues, the bravery of the first responders,
The tears, the cries, the somber faces of the youngsters,
The untimely deaths, the accidental drowning, the sad funerals,
The lost of many sweet homes, the eerie silence of the malls,
The unwavering help of the lawmakers, the unwanted pool in the basement,
The resiliency of the people, and the full dedication of our President.
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poem by Hebert Logerie
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Sandcastles
It was a dark - Foggy day.
When I decided to venture ahoy!
Ahead, onto the beach.
To face its sandy dunes.
So thither, I headed.
Passed via coastal road.
Through bleak shrubberies.
Which masked every approach.
Finally ended, saw my goal.
Those sandy dunes.
Mile, after another - They extend.
Fill me with awe.
So I waded ahead.
Arrived, sat upon a sandy reef.
Alone, for now.
Reminisced of you.
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poem by Ilari Rahja
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Dad, Papa, Frank
Hey dad, it's your daughter Sandy, yes your favorite one of the three
You'd say Sandy, I love all of my daughters the same, then you'd smile and wink at me
Just kidding Kristi and Donna, don't have a cow, dad loved you too
But secretly I'd be saying inside, I am the favorite, you know it's true
I guess my sense of humor came from a man who's name was Frank, Papa, or Dad
A better man you could never know, I've never seen a person leave his house sad
He had one of those laughs they call contagious, if he was laughing you would laugh too
Oh how I would give anything just to hear it one more time, a more beautiful sound I never knew
It's been almost a year that you've been gone now dad, the worst year of my life
I know its not been easy for you either, especially missing Sue, , my mom, and your wife
You always used to tell me, it's gonna be really hard for your mother when I die
And the only reason you were scared to die was you didnt want to see mom cry
She misses you dad, but we both know, mom is one of the strongest woman you could ever meet
Through the years you've both crossed many obstacles, but never once not landed on your feet
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poem by Sandy Brady Breault
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0017 Sandy Claws, Avenger from the Ocean of Goodwill
The tale I have to tell, children,
is not a pretty one – so,
PARENTAL SUPERVISION IS ADVISED;
though on the other hand,
as moral tales should, it has
a happy Dickensian ending,
where, as moral tales should tell,
the last state is infinitely better than the first;
and perhaps, who knows, your parents
may even benefit from the telling
though, naturally, without mentioning the fact.
’Twas Christmas Eve. The Smugg family
were sitting around their fine dining table
made from wood from sustainable forests
in their photographable and photographed
Bahamas beach bungalow in its
gated enclave with 24-hour porterage and security,
about to tuck in to their Christmas Eve locally sourced
corn-fed free range hand-reared organic
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poem by Michael Shepherd
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Sandy Claws, Avenger from the Ocean of Goodwill
The tale I have to tell, children,
is not a pretty one – so,
PARENTAL SUPERVISION IS ADVISED;
though on the other hand,
as moral tales should, it has
a happy Dickensian ending,
where, as moral tales should tell,
the last state is infinitely better than the first;
and perhaps, who knows, your parents
may even benefit from the telling
though, naturally, without mentioning the fact.
’Twas Christmas Eve. The Smugg family
were sitting around their fine dining table
made from wood from sustainable forests
in their photographable and photographed
Bahamas beach bungalow in its
gated enclave with 24-hour porterage and security,
about to tuck in to their Christmas Eve locally sourced
corn-fed free range hand-reared organic
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poem by Michael Shepherd
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Desert Rose
Bring the lost back to the right path
Desert rose with the silence voice
Whispering in the calm scented air
Mesmerizing, captivating, a guidance
Perfume sight for blinded eyes, in the sandy breeze
Trails the hopes to find way home
Back to the place of attraction
The hidden ambitious land
In the Secret garden of oasis
Trusted voice with hidden beauty
Miles away, spraying your spirit to the air
Taste the mist of fumes, language of mystery
The fragrance essence, invisible guide within the air
Natural elixir to heal mirages curse
Revealing there are the illusion images
Awakening sanity, miraculously sober
We'll see the truth of the truth
Disperse sweetest fumes, a silky touch
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poem by Unwritten Soul
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Sold As Seen
You know the place where faces fit
I've heard they've got a name for it
Lets go back to the sandy shores
The velvet skies are ours once more
We're fake, for real
Our minds are steel
Our eyes are green
We're sold as seen
I heard you joined the main parade
A hero dressed in ticker-tape
And go if all the worlds a trick
I'll take the sky and measure it
So leave your favourite photograph
The only thing you had that lasts
And go back to the sandy shores
The velvet skies are ours once more
There all for real
There is no deal
They're sold as seen
You know the place where faces fit
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song performed by I Am Kloot
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American Dream
I beg your pardon, mama, what did you say?
My mind was drifting off on martinique bay.
Its not that Im not interested, you see;
Augusta, georgia is just no place to be.
I think jamaican in the moonlight.
Sandy beaches, drinking rum every night.
We got no money, mama, but we can go;
Well split the difference, go to coconut grove.
Keep on talking, mama, I can hear
Your voice, it tickles down inside of my ear.
I feel a tropical vacation this year,
Might be the answer to this hillbilly fear.
I think jamaican in the moonlight.
Sandy beaches, drinking rum every night.
We got no money, mama, but we can go;
Well split the difference, go to coconut grove.
Voila! an american dream.
Well, we can travel girl, without any means.
When its as easy as closing your eyes
And dream jamaica is a big neon sign.
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song performed by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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The Four Seasons : Autumn
Crown'd with the sickle and the wheaten sheaf,
While Autumn, nodding o'er the yellow plain,
Comes jovial on; the Doric reed once more,
Well pleased, I tune. Whate'er the wintry frost
Nitrous prepared; the various blossom'd Spring
Put in white promise forth; and Summer-suns
Concocted strong, rush boundless now to view,
Full, perfect all, and swell my glorious theme.
Onslow! the Muse, ambitious of thy name,
To grace, inspire, and dignify her song,
Would from the public voice thy gentle ear
A while engage. Thy noble cares she knows,
The patriot virtues that distend thy thought,
Spread on thy front, and in thy bosom glow;
While listening senates hang upon thy tongue,
Devolving through the maze of eloquence
A roll of periods, sweeter than her song.
But she too pants for public virtue, she,
Though weak of power, yet strong in ardent will,
Whene'er her country rushes on her heart,
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poem by James Thomson
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