Biography of Sam Sam
Warrior poet- I sincerely and passionately try to put into words for what i feel and the way i feel.
Sam Sam Poems
</></></>My love come and embrace And we Like little fawns dance Around the valley
' oh dear nightingale! feel there a misty musk-ross scenting air with perfume, sweet autumn rosses blossom
Requiem To Inspiration
Here sapped in strength With a song ne'er penned To thy bosom, now fade Lines all lost of warmth
Confessions Of A Secret Admirer
And still I feel you, why? Way back in years Witnessed your parting: No kisses, no farewell
Night Eerie Or Ecstatic?
The sea of oysters exotic Drench littoral bed of nature, Stormy waves sparkling Wake lone crystalline shore,
</>Today, in bleak twilight I fall deep down into despair Dark clouds shadowed Over dim colored valley
Thy colors the rainbow does vie, Radiant so your blue-face the moon does envy, Silver clouds bow at thy season-spring And sing to thy lyre with many a string.
Ode To The Song Sparrow
</>The song sparrow come yet again In the woodland garden by the rain Warmth of land - breath rise high When she alight on willow nigh
Slaves Of The Earth
Yet another elusive ray of hope Abandoned long somewhere in past, Sure of nothing to change till the breath last.
Seed Of Life
Curious dark vistas ahead, Flash lousy clouds above Clashing on one another There the myriad cliffs overhang
Ode To The Meadow
Slopes blend beautifully with mature sun: Embalmed in crimson, roughing cheek Of sky in rose; meadow turning in fun Pasture green, pinkening at the peak.
Like an exotic orchid or an English Lavender she adorns the garden of mind, She the only Italian vine wound Around maple dreams here embellish
Pink lady of pleasure, red vine Of rapture; luring wanton moments Its teasing charm Tattooed skin, pierced flesh
Reverie Or Real
Fret, fever or all fancy combined, Brought to my dream a child face Lisping in words from moon and stars, Tugged at me to walk a few yards
Reverie Or Real
Fret, fever or all fancy combined,
Brought to my dream a child face
Lisping in words from moon and stars,
Tugged at me to walk a few yards
Not for real what to see in front;
But in his eyes I saw many a light burnt,
Kept he on his way innocent
Talking of a moon-monster above
'My son' I hugged him up