Sandra Osborne

Sandra Osborne Poems

121. Thanks 1/16/2005
122. College 1/25/2005
123. One More Hour 1/14/2005
124. The Fog 12/29/2004
125. Summer's Wind 1/16/2005
126. Music To Write By 3/8/2005
127. The Future’s Promise 3/11/2005
128. If You Get Lost 12/8/2004
129. Where And When 1/14/2005
130. American Dreams 12/8/2004
131. Sonnet Iv: Love Thy Neighbor 3/7/2005
132. Freedoms Lair 1/19/2005
133. Now 4/4/2005
134. But Not Me 2/8/2005
135. Loss 12/20/2005
136. Poem 'Peyton Place' Hunter 2/6/2005
137. Again Tonight 1/14/2005
138. Seven Chapters 12/31/2004
139. Looking Back 3/19/2005
140. One More Dream 12/8/2004
141. Beyond My Reach 12/11/2004
142. Fear 1/27/2005
143. Among The Smiles 1/7/2005
144. Time Realized 1/16/2005
145. Strangely Ok 12/29/2004
146. Symbolism In Union 12/6/2004
147. Sounds 12/22/2004
148. L.A. Is Burning 1/14/2005
149. Without You 4/19/2008
150. Stallions Hope 3/8/2007
151. Watching Cnn 10/20/2005
152. Janice Pickett 2/19/2005
153. Thursday’s With Buffet, Paul & Scotch 1/20/2006
154. Someone Take Us Home 1/30/2005
155. Unbelievable 12/31/2004
156. Society Seeing 2/2/2005
157. Faces I Remember 12/6/2004
158. Art Class 3/9/2005
159. Monuments To Apollo 12/31/2004
160. Birds In The Bathroom 12/8/2004

Comments about Sandra Osborne

  • Lare Austin (1/20/2005 10:46:00 PM)

    Hi Sandra...just read your poem, 'Ghosts'. Wow...what well intwined words that hit so well to the target...
    'If I believed
    In the future more;
    Maybe I would believe
    In the past less.'

    Very well said...very...well said...

    Lare Austin

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  • Lare Austin (1/19/2005 10:17:00 PM)

    Hi Sandra…
    “Three Words For A Lover’s Day”…I absolutely love this piece…it encompasses in just a few words that expresses an entire/complete thought…beautifully. I like very much how you keep the continuity flowing as if weaving your words like a seamstress…

    I thought “Cleansing Rain” was so delicately presented. Just like the title itself…gentle…but…well…how should I put this…like a single droplet that falls perfectly where it is meant to be…

    And Sandra…when I read “Morning Night” I actually saw the changes in colors and textures of the sky and earth and light. You captured this magnificently…

    I agree with Herbert 100 percent…you ARE a damned fine poet. I would hope that you would publish a book of poetry. If not yet, in the near future I would hope, your book will be…and I mean this from one who admires GOOD poetry…fantastic. I recently got published with my own book of poetry, “Point A to Point B (Well, Almost) ”. I would like to say I’ve got some pretty good stuff in it. But I MUST say…from the twelve, or so, pieces I have read, so far, of your stuff…Sandra…you’re very good. I will read on…and I will definitely let you know how good your stuff is…that is…if you still want my opinion…I will be reading your poetry in many poetry books to come…no doubt…

    Just me, Lare Austin

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Best Poem of Sandra Osborne

Sonnet I: Abused Little Child

I will tell you now of a life of pain
An abused little child, thrown away. I’d
Explain all the hate, and laughter insane,
But you’d never believe a world would try,
To threaten my soul and straighten my curls
To make me love men, to make me so cold
While loving myself, one scared little girl,
While feeling so frail and feeling so old,
While feeling so wrong, while being a child,
While feeling insane, and not knowing why
While shaking from fear, while screaming wild
While wishing for death as he passes by.
And as a woman now, I feel like prey,
An ...

Read the full of Sonnet I: Abused Little Child


Sometimes I just close my eyes and pick a word right out
of the dictionary, like “Ordinary”, and start writing away.
Sometimes I see an old episode of “Gunsmoke
and I cry because Miss Kitty is dead.
Sometimes I see a beautiful sunset, a sparkling river,
an empty house, a stunning woman, an old episode of
“Grizzly Adams”, cause I really like those big guys.
Sometimes I think of God, or evil, or why we have both, or
a cigarette, or snow, or 911, or clouds, or cats, or dogs, or