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Posts under ‘Sam’s Poetry’

Marjorie

              I watch you write letters of Christmas. Your heart guides the point of your pen, As it renders sp eech to intangible feelings (hydroactive feelings) That ebb, rest, or flow, tides of the sea of life in many forms…. Lakes of familiarity, influential factors fixed…. Gushing springs of […]

Birthday Poem

This is a very special birthweek, featuring the arrival on earth of such eminent human beings as the Reverend Martin Luther King, the Reverend Oscar Olson, and, Marjorie, you.   And your paths in life have since crossed. There was the occasion, when you were 21, of Reverend Olson uniting you to fortunate me, the first […]

Mother’s Day 1972

  In 1971, Anthe Vutetakis, son Spyros Vutetakis, daughter Helen Krikos and grandson George Vutetakis, visited Crete. It was the first time Anthe had stepped foot on the island in over fifty-two years. Every year Spyros would give his mother a poem as a gift on Mother’s Day. This one was inspired by the celebrated […]

The Beauty poem

Beauty With the kindness of its weather, San Diego has developed multiple forms of beauty. (My words of enthusiasm are difficult to restrain.) The soil harbors and embraces plants which give birth to hundreds of varieties of flowers. Their creative method of procreation is: they make their flowers so fragrant and colorful that the bees […]

A Veteran of WWII

– – VETERAN OF WWII I am an infantry combat veteran of WWII, and do not easily cry, but I cry as I read of the personal lives of our latest soldiers to needlessly die, as I gaze on their youthful faces. I feel for their parents who had hoped, I feel for the widows, […]

Mother’s Day 1945

– – I wrote this poem to Metera for Mothers Day, 1945 during interludes in combat, and therefore in piecemeal fashion.  In the course of sweeping through a German town, searching houses for weapons that could presumably be used against us (guns, swords, etc.), I had looted a packet of stationery from a desk.  The […]

THE WEDDING BELL

– – Marjorie, come, The bells have rung! 53 times our song has sung. It’s clear to all, and not just some That our long great venture has made us one. *** With each other in spirit we’ve danced, Fueled, and steeled, by love and devotion’s stance which blossomed from a cliff-climbing Ozark romance. * […]

The Valentine Test

– – THE 2004 VALENTINE TEST MARJORIE, VALENTINE’S DAY HAS REACHED ITS DESTINATION, AND DURING ITS DURATION YOU’LL FEEL INSPIRATION, YOUR IMAGINATION RESPLENDENT WITH ANTICIPATION OF AFFECTION’S SATISFACTION OF EXPECTATION. *** OR SO I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE, ERRONEOUS ME. FOR IT’S DIFFICULT TO PLEASE YOU, YOU SEE. *** I OFFER YOU FLOWERS, WHICH YOU […]

In Crete

– – In Crete I am a sponge of many mouths that consumes the menu of Crete. Sky of vibrant blue, the temperamental seas Held at bay (but not always) by borders of rocky coasts. The rocks themselves, here’s pebbles, there’s mountains, cream and white. As though bleached by the majestic sun That makes its […]

Today And Always

– – Lying here in my hospital bed,….. I have been gazing toward this slim blue very personal vase Holding aloft its single rosebud, a golden bloom superior in its place, Surrounded by a coterie of Baby Breaths, and faithful leaves on duty, As befits its delicate form and luminescent beauty. Since yesterday this golden […]