Look At Me, I'm Sandra Dee
Look at me I'm Sandra Dee
Lousy with virginity
Wont go to bed till im legally wed
I cant I'm sandra dee
Watch it hey, im doris day
I was not brought up that way
Won't come across even rock hudson lost
His heart to doris day
I don't drink i swear
I don't rat my hair
I get ill from one cigarette
Keep your filthy poors off my silky drawers
Would you pull that crap with annette?
As for youtroy donahue
I know what you wanna do
You've got your crust im no ob ject of lust
I'm just plain sandra dee
Elvis, Elvis let me be
keep that pelvis far from me
Just keep your cool now your starting to drool
Hey, Fongul, I'm Sandra Dee
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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What was a problem was the excessive amount of media attention to the appointment of the first woman and everything she did. Everywhere that Sandra went, the press was sure to go. And that got tiresome; it was stressful.
quote by Sandra Day O'Connor
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We Are 'All' Sunset Travelers
We are 'all' sunset travelers.
Some arising in dawns long past,
Now to find our afternoons...
Rushing to caress an horizon,
Beginning to crest the West.
With assorted memories blessed.
We are 'all' sunset travelers!
And yes,
Some of us do prefer those dawns,
Remembered.
But the rest...
Have come to enjoy,
Such an enlightened ride.
Inspired and Dedicated:
Sandra Fowler
United States
'We are all sunset travelers.
Sandra had stated to me.
And I agree. Thank you Sandra.'
~lsp~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sandra J.
Sandra J. Dykes
“forget love- id rather fall in chocolate! ”
whats the J stand for
does it mean 'jizz on my face im so desperate for a man i came up with witty wisecracks
because i cant even get a guy to come back after even after i told him he could put it anywhere.'
dyke.
maybe its for 'jackal' as in the heartbreaking homewrecking dream shattering mind fragmenting fall to pieces as your anxiety increases what to do what to say it builds up and up and up and up and up and up and up and up and up and CRASH
farewell.
Hell, even if the J stood for Jesus
Your platitudes still couldn’t save us
Sandra, have you ever been in love?
the heartbreaking
belly aching
body quaking
voice shaking
makes you feel like you got to puke
and you have never felt more alive
Just last month a man died from falling into a vat of chocolate.
Who knew that kind of kiss could stop your heart.
Sandra have you ever been in love?
Or only stood and witnessed it?
Have you ever made love?
Or only fabricated it?
Sandra Dykes.
go get laid.
get real.
we all know you’re as hungry as we feel
inside
rotting
aching
puzzles last piece
longing
your emaciated.
fat a*s.
your afraid of heights
head spinning
mind reeling
heart breaking
eat your feelings
Sandra Dykes
forget chocolate
fall in love
Sandra J.
maybe it stands for just
just another broken dream
from just another broken dreamer
poem by Onoma Eirene
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Happy Birthday Sandra
For Sandra Fowler
Here he goes again
old Dodgy Dave forgetting
his poetry friend’s birthday,
only remembering at the last minute.
Happy Birthday Sandra
I hope you are having a wonderful one
with family and friends around you
to wish you all the happiness you deserve
for all the kind comments you plant here and there.
If you had a wish,
I wonder what it would be for,
to live a long life of happiness.
Well that I wish for you
and for you to make new friends
to mingle with the old ones everyday.
I will also wish you good health
and love to last you through the years,
and all the happiness you so rightly deserve.
Therefore, from this dodgy fellow in England
let me wish you a Happy Birthday
and may you always be my friend.
Happy Birthday Sandra.
4 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Beyond Eden
Green leaves tap at my window like lost souls.
I trace their signatures upon the glass.
Dawn is only a few quatrains away.
I memorize the fragrance of spring rain.
It takes me back beyond Eden, my friends
Where Adam brushed the first tear from Eve's eye.
Stripped of their innocence, how could they know?
The last grief would be soothed by God himself.
Somewhere deep in the hills, a lyric bird
Sings of the poignancy of humanness.
The ever freshness of that ancient sound
Brings back the sun that shone aeons ago.
Sandra Fowler, copyright,2010
poem by Sandra Fowler
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Mambo No. 5
Mambo No. 5 (A Little Bit Of ...)
Ladies and gentlemen, this is Mambo No 5
One, two , three four, five
everybody in the car so come on let's ride
To the liqueur-store around the corner,
the boys say they want some gin and juice
but I really don't wanna
beerbust like I had last week
I must stay deep 'cause talk is a cheap
I like Angela, Pamela, Sandra and Rita
and as I continue you know they're gettin' sweeter
so what can I do I really beg you my Lord
to me flirtin' it's just like a sport
anything fly it's all good let me dump it
please set in the trumpet
a little bit of Monica in my life
a little bit of Erica by my side
a little bit of Rita is all I need
a little bit of Tina is what I see
a little bit of Sandra in the sun
a little bit of Mary all night long
a little bit of Jessica here I am
a little bit of you makes me your man
jump up and down and move it all around
shake your head to the sound put your hands an the ground
take one step left and one step right
one to the front and one to the side
clap your hands once and clap your hands twice
and if it looks like this then you doin' it right
a little bit of Monica in my life
a little bit of Erica by my side
a little bit of Rita is all I need
a little bit of Tina is what I see
a little bit of Sandra in the sun
a little bit of Mary all night long
a little bit of Jessica here I am
a little bit of you makes me your man
Trumpet, the Trumpet!
Mambo No 5
a little bit of Monica in my life
a little bit of Erica by my side
a little bit of Rita is all I need
a little bit of Tina is what I see
a little bit of Sandra in the sun
a little bit of Mary all night long
a little bit of Jessica here I am
a little bit of you makes me your man
I do all to fall in love with a girl like you
You can't run and you can't hide you and me gonna touch the sky
song performed by by Lou Bega
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Gray Music
You wrote your Yiddish signature in rain.
I could not match it in a thousand years.
Old words are classic to my memory.
Because of you, my feet have wings this day.
Gray music paints a picture of rare worth,
A Slavic image of an April mood,
Breaching the barrier of your last breath,
I should not wonder, Friend, you said it would.
'For a poet who was born in April and died in April'.
Copyright,2009, Sandra Fowler
poem by Sandra Fowler
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Her Lips Like Sugar
Sandra;
Her lips are like sugar
Kissed her once upon
a time in summer,
So sweet, just like
unfermented butter.
O' Sandra!
I think our love is
getting better,
She said:
Benjamin, can
you please press
it harder?
I did;
And i begin to
drowse even
deeper.
But now it seems
the dream is over.
Now i think
the fantasy is fading.
And so is my
love to me.
And my kisses
are getting sour
by every tick
of the hour.
But yet I still
love her.
I shall be waiting
for another
summer,
to kiss her
Once more
like a sugar.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Faces I Remember
There are faces,
I remember.
Like pearls in the sand,
Diamonds among shells.
Faces I remember,
The Great One,
And Bogart,
Elvis and John.
'Everyone dies...'
But you don't miss everyone,
You just miss faces.
Like an old pet,
A first kiss,
A lost love.
I guess we owe them thanks,
I guess we do.
Thanks for the memories,
How sweet they are.
poem by Sandra Osborne
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January Mist
Sometimes at night I hear small birds lament.
Dark notes that seem to second moon's descent.
Cold is the color of a deep regret,
An etude perfected by winterset.
The world was music and it turned us round.
Stirred by the subtle atmospheric sound,
You gently sketched a snowflake on my face
Which shall be mine till light has left this place.
Such solace has the power to outlast time,
To lock a small bird's elegy in rhyme.
Somewhere beyond the January mist,
The magic of our landscape still exists.
Copyright,2008, Sandra Fowler
poem by Sandra Fowler
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Appalachian Gray
I think the dusk has slipped beyond all words.
You speak spring with an accent never heard.
A poem on an Appalachian pane
Is bringing April back via the rain.
Pale trillium on the hill above the creek
Is delicate beyond the will to speak.
A gray coat of old feelings wraps my frame.
The landscape flickers like a candleflame.
Friend, frozen tears of trees mirror the sky
Within the confines of their inner cry.
The light fades us into its elegy.
Music is pictured though no sound need be.
2007, Copyright Sandra Fowler
poem by Sandra Fowler
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Velvet Elvis
My life, it used to be incomplete
till I saw what I was looking for at a drive-in swap meet
My life it wont be the same again
Now Im proud to say the king lives on inside my den
Oh, its all I live for, its all I need
My velvet elvis
My velvet elvis
My velvet elvis means the world to me
Although he may not be worth much dough
He means much more to me than some old rembrandt or van gogh
Check out those sideburns, theres nothing greater
You can tell that hes no velvet elvis imitator
Oh, its all I live for, its all I need
My velvet elvis
My velvet elvis
My velvet elvis
Oh, now you cant you see
My velvet elvis
My velvet elvis
My velvet elvis means the world to me
In my own private graceland
In my own little shrine to the king
I dont want nothin else
No, I dont need anything
Dont need no lava lamp
Dont need no soap on a rope
No pictures of mexican kids with those really big eyes
Or dogs playing poker
When Im at home watching my tv
I know the king is always looking down on me
He looks so handsome, he stands so tall
So glad hes big enough to cover up that hole in the wall
(velvet elvis) hes so fuzzy
(velvet elvis) hes so great
(velvet elvis) never ages
(velvet elvis) never puts on weight
(velvet elvis) look at those rhinestones
(velvet elvis) hes just so fine
(velvet elvis) you can look but dont touch now
(velvet elvis) cause hes mine all mine
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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The shyness of magnolia winderbottoms
Magnolia is too shy to come out of the house today,
Some say she's too lazy
And her windows are dirty and hazy
Some say she never got over her Agraphobia
Magnolia, is too shy to come out of the house today
But some say it is because she feels the cold
Some whisper, and say 'she swears alot! '
Some say magnolia prefers to be alone
Magnolia is too shy to come out of the house today
Some say it is because she hates her name
And the name callers on the corner of her street
Won't leave her alone
There are many reasons [possible] why magnolia
Won' t come out of the house today
1 She is dead
2 She is lazy
3 She is bored
4 She is tired
5 She went out yesterday
6 She still hasn't got over her agraphobia
7 She doesn't want to go out!
8 She is uncertain what to wear
9 She can't decide where to go
10 She has lost her memory
11 She is still in BED
12 She is ruminating [ this takes a long time! ]
13 In separate rooms
Magnolia is too shy to go out of the house today
But someone was spotted yesterday in the supermarket
Bearing a striking resemblance to Magnolia Winder bottoms
She wore a large orange overcoat and liked to be
called 'Sandra'
Magnolia was not available for comment
But the man who came to the door
Bore a striking resemblance to sandra
He called himself Albert Pike shaft
[A distant cousin of Mags/ Sandra? ]
'No comment'! he said
yvette m smith
poem by Yvette Smith
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I really, really love Hilary Clinton. I think she's very cool. She's out there and she's involved.
quote by Sandra Bernhard
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Perished Love
She wanted love, but all she got was hate; some say it was bad luck, others say it's fate.
An angel faced girl cried in despair, being alone and fragile joined her tears; she wanted to get out and leave behind the lonely memories.
Drops of hope suddenly appear, when a young man seemed to be getting near.
But it was a fluke; the man just has he come, he vanished. His name was Luke.
The story did not end, she continue to love him, even though he just pretend.
After cursing Cupid and the Gods, suicide began to raise the odds.
Pills were taken, blades were sharpened, nothing worked; at a certain point she almost died, but only choked.
Who could understand, why did Sandra tried to cut her hand?
Only God or Luke could take the pain away; but they were both missing, because the suffering was here to stay.
An innocent life changed their pace, unguilty, unwanted; He rushed them in to a young family and in to grace.
Luke was now the father of a little boy; but he had not job, no future, how could he buy his kid a toy?
Sandra was now the mother of a little boy; she didn't love him, she just made him and named him Roy.
The tables now were turned around; Sandra has changed, took drugs and let them down.
Her love for him, for Roy has vanished,
And that's the story of a love that's perished.
poem by Mircea Popister
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Elvis, Be True
Everyones talking bout elvis
cause it seems like the thing that we do
Elvis is walking around listlessly
Seems he cant even die if he wanted to
Its a bad business to be in
You dont get thanked and you dont get paid
Its a hard world to be in with
And to end with, and to think about leaving behind
Exhuming the body in memphis
Waiting five hours to get into graceland
Is this anybodys idea of a good time or a good joke?
Airport biographies are usually true
Fame and fortune took its toll
Hes not the king of rock and roll anymore
Hes just a junkie redneck
Pull the sheet over your head
Fold your arms across your chest
Lie back in bed, you can call folks constantly tomorrow
Ohhh, everyones talking bout elvis
cause it seems like a thing that we do
Elvis is living too fat and slow now
To care what we say about him
Picking up hitchhiking elvises
Christening babies at the foot of his grave
He was watching tv and laughing to himself
Just had to tell someone how he did it
Elvis, be good to me
Elvis, be true
Elvis, I love you
Elvis, be true
Elvis, be near me
Elvis, be mine
Elvis, come back to me
Please, elvis, be fine
Everythings coming up roses
Everythings coming up elvis
Everythings coming up roses
Everythings coming up elvis
Elvis
Elvis
Elvis
Elvis, be true
song performed by by Liz Phair
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When you're watching the news, how many days in a row can you watch that and feel good about yourself and the world?
quote by Sandra Bernhard
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My PH Women Friends..A Tribute
You led my way into a brighter and less troubled day
Reading your lovely writes and comments each day
Giving me the courage to try and believe
To be strong and faith that will never wade
I am blessed to have found you not only in my dream
But in the real pages in my life, or so it seem
It was your kindness that made me a better person
Thank you for helping me to move on.
You will always have a special place here in my heart: ,
Karin Anderson, Sandra Fowler, Alison Cassidy, Ernestine Northover,
JoAnn McGrath, Maia Padua, Naidz Ladia, Sandra Martyres,
Tina Benedicto, Linda Farr, Linda Ori, Linda Winchell, Lynda Robson
Marilyn Lott, Theo Onken, Reshma Ramesh
Note: Don't worry, PH Boy friends, i will have another special tribute
for all of you.Luv ya (LOL)
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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Good Hair
Maya Angelou, Vanessa Bell Calloway, Sandra 'Pepa' Denton, Eve, Melyssa Ford
Falling in love-you should go with it, regardless of whether or not your heart gets smashed. You'll be a better person.
quote by Sandra Bullock
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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