"sampson" poems
exit bag
It's easy enough to peer through the underside of a hearse-
easy enough to **** those gears.
Easy enough to try it once or twice or give up or spit it out like a bad fruit.
Easy enough to shiver in bed
Easy enough to last it out and sleep all day
puff on the bag and go somewhere else
A quick, easy blur. Negation
hand in hand loyal love with sleep. A handshake, low,
tossed about with a final farewell, a quick gulp
in the arms of a surrendering light- a face-mask.
It's easy enough to stick it and last.
So level out with a spliff, take another chance-
a homespun remedy will extract the saccharine
days and take out the "too sweet" sweat of a poison
milkshake-
it's easy enough to do it quietly.
It's easy enough to have a pay-order-death.
Spit-up, a final Sampson barber drain. You'll never
sleep through another day if you put on
that exit mask and breathe
slowly until you can't
until the surprises stop coming
until the wounds stop laughing
until the only obdurate straight man will stop his act and take you home and lay you on a couch and drape a clean blanket over you like a white sheet
and cover your eyes with cloth and pennies and
gently weep when no one's making a joke anymore
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 4:24 PM UTC
He told her his secret —
All that was hidden in his heart
It was out of his love for her
Then she cut off his hair —
All that made him strong
Her love was a camouflage
She came for the secret —
All that made him who he was
To see him go awry, suffer, and perish
S. A. M. P. S. O. N.
Nov 4, 2022
Nov 4, 2022 at 10:12 AM UTC
The Elders took me to church
and planted me on the back row
to squirm and fidget
while they filled my head with stories
of women like Delilah,
who seduced Sampson
and used her body
to weaken a warrior,
and Bathsheba,
whose nakedness upon her own roof
made David falter
from king to killer,
but told me that I will lose
value after I grant a man
permission–should he even ask–
to lay his hands on me,
as if the priest and prosecutor
could preach purity
into my dry bones
and watch me rise up before them
without ever having realized
the power I possess
within my own rib cage.
*"And the serpent said unto the woman,
'You will surely not die."*
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 1:24 PM UTC
Why is it that since the beginning of time men who have
Become leaders want to defeat and dominate- is it to show
Their people that they are great?
World ********** will never be found, it will always fall to the ground.
We must follow GODS course, for LOVE IS THE DOMINATING FORCE !
I look at life and I must laugh – GOD gave man muscle and mass
And gave women soft **** and ***
Then he told ADAM & EVE not to touch the apple on the tree
Knowing well that it could never be- women were put here to tempt man
With their loving gentle hand.
She pulled down the apple and took the first bite , and mans willpower
Was lost that same night.
Now he looked at her in a different view, and knew exactly what he had to do.
What was lost- now was the will of man!
This was all part of GODS plan! He had to create temptation so that
Man could choose right from wrong, and he put the devil where he belonged.
Then the world was ready for the coming of his son, and a
New beginning would be done.
He would have followers of his word through his sons voice he would be heard.
With the free will that he gave us – he added comedy to break the monotony.
In the bible, he then said: the meek shall inherit the earth!
And the women took it for all its worth !
Look throughout history, the rise and fall of every man
There stood a woman s hand.
From the greatest love stories ever told to the nations that would fold!
The tragic love stories of HELEN OF TROY, SAMPSON AND DELILAH
Carried man s love so much higher.
Then the best one yet was ROMEO AND JULIET.
Oh, yes! For the love of a woman man will fall, because the women know it all.
They use their bodies to manipulate! That is what makes them so great.
Most of us men will deny these facts, but there is no turning back.
The minds of men will always be at a loss
Because LOVE IS THE DOMINATING FORCE
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 12:58 AM UTC
I am a boy
A very lonesome boy
Abandoned by the world
I am on an island of solitude
With no way out
It's a prison
A prison where the raging sea
Is my prison wall
And the night sky my ceiling
With the hard rock
And itching leaves
As my pillow and blanket
While the ground my mattress
I am a boy
A very lonesome boy
On an island of solitude
~Nicholas Jacob Sampson
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 9:41 AM UTC
My mother once threatened me by saying she would cut off all of my hair like I guess she knows what my weakness is
and I think I’m like that biblical story about Sampson
All the strength is gone if I lose my hair
I wish I could tell her all the reasons I ever lied
but I can’t anymore so to my sisters: may the bridges I burn light the way
in 8 months I’ll be officially gone so just keep that as a little reminder
to be good you don’t ever want to end up like me
I spend my days with my head in my hands
and ever since I was little I’ve known I would die at 27
and I tell everyone I get close to
and they always look at me like I’m standing on
the edge of a building when I whisper this and maybe I am
and there’s a white lighter in my pocket for my autopsy
just like Kurt Cobain and Jim Morrison and Jimi Hendrix
but maybe all I really want is someone to save me before I happen to fall
I feel like I've been in air tumbling to pavement for years
and somewhere in this time I've caught fire
So now I wonder if I'll burn out or break all my bones first
And if I'm being honest it doesn't really matter to me anymore
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 10:56 AM UTC
Sulfur yellow a watery burn
Created in an alchemist's urn.
Water feeds fire as both evolve--
The formula of hates resolve.
You waver rights to be treated fair
Like Sampson selling locks of hair
Or selling age to a 95 year old--
Sheep follow only to die in
their fold.
Fiery seas begin as a rift
Water being the only gift.
But nothing, nothing is ever
free
once transmuted into this sea.
But logs do drift and beaches
claim
All that gave this sea its name.
Sep 19, 2024
Sep 19, 2024 at 2:49 PM UTC
Breath Shallow mi amor
Your iron lungs
Forever need rest
Here
Let me
take your next breath
I cling to now
Ignore was...and then
Please Smile slowly
I'll try not to blink
Except to
Ward off
Salty streams
I just...
Don't wanna miss
a thing
like Those lips....
Ecstasy
When I slip my slightest print
Over them
I Can feel the
deepest cracks
Peeling
Dead
Soft scales of death
Beautiful
Breath Shallow my love
I'm clawing
At now
But was
Continues to take
From us
f***ing *******
Oh My Sampson
Unbreakably shattered
Your bones pierce
Through your tired leathery
Skin
I lust
Its lack of luster
With Your head
Smooth
A barren meadow
Not how you like it
But you love
to let it
Blow
in the wind
Mi amor
Calmase!
If I could
lay here for you
I would
You know...
You see my
Longing twinkle
In my youth
Sometimes I think
You've let go
Just
.....
to free me
You keep breathing deeply
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 2:35 AM UTC
( these are the thoughts of women when they thought
i could not hear them over the years. )
womens flowing tears
i want all the world to see all the feelings inside of me
feelings of love , disappointments and fears all of which create my tears
tears are our " escape valves " from the past and even now.
tears are like water faucets which can be controlled to release the pressure
built up inside- pressures which we try to hide.
tears that flow which only a woman may know.
we have a release valve unlike a man , and we can create
it at the drop of a hand.
we are women " unique but not weak " in many ways.
we can compete against the powers of man ,
something which they don't understand.
they may see us like a fragile delicate flower as a rose
but we have thorns which can ***** you at any time, if you cross the line.
men and nations have been destroyed for the love of a woman
" HELEN OF TROY, SAMPSON AND DELILAH " ( similiat to ' THE LIAR '
the history books tell many stories of our " infamous glories "
so when you think you have the upper hand, it's because you've been scamed. (C) L . RAMS 070615
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 9:59 AM UTC
this came into my mind while i was working.
The roar of the crowd started to settle
And the smoke started to clear, and in the
Middle of the arena “stood one man”
He was not a giant of a man as you may think
However, all his enemies lay at his feet
The enemies with all the weapons known to man
Had fallen to the ground under his hand.
He was not a gladiator skilled in the arts of war
And self-defense, and did not have the strength
Or hair of SAMPSON or strength of HERCULES.
Yet he had more followers than SPARTACUS
Could ever imagine.
If you was to take all of his followers and put
Them on a battlefield, they would cover entire continents.
Who was this man who had so much power?
His name is JESUS!
His words and his followers can bring nations
To a complete standstill, and yet he was only a carpenter
Born the son of GOD.
Out of the smoke rose three champions with JESUS
They was LOVE, HOPE, AND FAITH
And on the ground laid hate, hopelessness
Lie and deceit – against JESUS they could not compete.
Now when you feel like you have been on a battlefield
And the smoke starts to clear – look for JESUS
He is always near
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 9:49 PM UTC
It doesn't take an ancient hero like Hercules or Sampson to do great feats of courage and kindness. It only takes some one who is willing to give up a few moments of their time. So while a divine power may determine the fate of the universe, a mortal person can change the fate of another and fend off despair and disillusionment by simply passing a little kindness.
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 1:32 PM UTC
Christmas is all about love sent with a child from the heavens above
A child who was born as a carpenter’s son who came to bless every one
He wasn’t born wealthy or lived in a castle or on a mountain high
But he was praised and honored from all the angels in the sky.
Because of his birth three kings followed a star and traveled from afar
When they arrived to where the star shone that is where this child was born
In a manger with cattle and sheep sitting on the hay, as they all knelt to pray.
They came with gifts to honor a king with gold, frankincense
And myrrh they did bring.
There is not diamonds, gold, silver, pearls or riches of any kind
That could compare to what he has left behind.
It is the power of love and the love that he shared with every one
And as they say: his will be done.
You hear of him in religious books, storybooks. And word of mouth
And how his words came about.
There is no story greater than his birth and life, not Sampson and Delilah
Hercules, Joan of arc, Moses, or Noah and his arc, and so many
Others on which I won’t embark.
One man who created a new religion called Christianity
And if you take the first part of that word, it is CHRIST.
Then you also have Christmas so don’t take CHRIST out of Christmas.
What more can I say! I believe and love him in every way.
© L RAMS121114
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
The mention of his name
Gives her goose bumps
The thought of him
Gives her butterflies
A touch
Makes her world dissapear
A kiss
Makes the whole world dissapear
Living without him
Is not living at all
For loving him
As like the light in her darkness
~Nicholas Jacob Sampson
Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 3:59 PM UTC
Legend has it that Delilah was very beautiful
Yet her continence and deeds were all evil.
And even though Sampson wasn't very careful,
I think the power of love made him an anvil.
Delilah's pseudo-love was certainly deceitful
Maybe love chooses its own victims or preys.
Especially if the woman involved is beautiful
A factor that enhances the power of love always.
Did the power of love overwhelmed Sampson?
No, he was the victim of a contagious disease
That has no cure but when given a reason,
It will just invade your thoughts and increase.
Love is blind and it made Sampson very blind
Courtesy of the overwhelming power of love
It failed him and never treated him kind
Which leaves us an amorous mystery to solve.
Delilah, Sampson's love, was a vindictive *****
Yet his love for this woman was real and deep.
In her, he saw a very pretty woman, not a witch
Oh Man up strong man, giants don't ever weep!
Delilah the woman you Love was truly wicked
Do you clearly See what she did to you, Simpson?
Know ye that to trust a woman is to be stupid
It is my hope that you have learned your lesson.
IB-Poetry©️
2/15/2018
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 12:36 PM UTC
Wake up wake up
Or else back up back up
You leaning on the footsteps
Of pain
See through your eyes nothing pain
Its stain
On the Windows of ya soul
Break protocol took a wage for the toll
Death I be humming it
Til I take my last breath
No fear for the afterlife
I'll retain my throne in the afterlife
Chilling with my ancestors
Kings n Queens with exquisite cousines no fiends
To worry about on the block
We got it on lock
N them earthly slave masters
Are my slaves and I'm the master
Can't run nor can you hide
No matter the distance I'm still on ya hide
Attack me be prepared to face the pride
Lions and lioness I suggest y'all just move around cuz I'm to suave
Can't get no love they call me *****
But then get made when I use *****
Kind of irony is that?
Imagine me without a **** gat
No sir I pack all my tools
Embraced my own rules peep my manual
I'm stronger than Sampson with dreads on my head
Cuz I'm invincible
First laws of psychics nothing comes from nothing
So how can they say God don't exist
This is ludicrous they blinding the bliss I risk
My life for this **** til I touch a casket
Driving in a black hearse
Family in tears I see em rolling
Down the cheek of the meek
They should inherit the earth
See the gargoyles catching mirth
No worth
To my **** name its shame
That I've been seeing images
Since I was a lad I Sinbad
But no jokes to tell I learned all hope will fail
But if I stay a soldier I won't fail
Two tours been there done that
Ya got guns we got straps
But they won't stop me never
Flank em off guard down goes ya weather
Feeling cold dead heartless cuz I'm bold
Plus my bank roll sitting swole
Don't mean to brag
Still got homies from the block to Ft Bragg
Never sag push a Chevy caprice **** a jag
Switched to intellectual books that I've never had
Cuz I'm invincible
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 8:26 AM UTC
Noble knight arms himself with half smiles that fill the spaces of conversations he can't find words for
He, indelicate yet so fragile you'd think his bread bits would crumble neatly into a pile of precious innocence
He's a sunshine boy so bright i had to sheild my eyes
I hate it when tears leave his eyes
I wish to sit behind him and draw pictures on his back of all the things i don't know how to say
"Sampson. Do you ever pretend your life is a movie cause you'd rather have happy cliches than tragedy?"
"Yeah."
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 5:15 AM UTC
On a front-row-center throne
The Would-be King relaxes.
Besides him rests his Lady-Queen
In tsunamis of green satin.
He’s enjoying all the accolades
In the Hallowed Halls of drama
Surrounding their appearance,
Where the monkey trio entertains
And fashion marches to and fro
Clutching heavy bits of tinsel.
All is merriment and joy
Until the Jester makes a jape
That earns a queenly frown
Which stirs the King to wipe his smile
And stalk onto the dais
Where he
slaps
the Jester on his cheek,
And wearing traces of a smirk
Marches back down to his throne.
The Jester lofts a lame response
Into a sea of stunning silence
Then the air turns shades of Royal blue
And American TVs go deaf
For thirty-seven seconds
While across the seas the
Audience enjoys the
Braying of a *******
Believing he’s impervious
Or maybe he is Sampson
The King pulls down the ancient walls
Of cherished film tradition
Reducing what was dignified
To a rank back alley rumble
Then later makes a fake obeisance
Awash with phony tears and snot.
All hail the King of Hollywood
They should take back his golden prize
To penalize his hubris -
And let him know rules still apply.
And cause some real tears in his eyes.
ljm
Mar 31, 2022
Mar 31, 2022 at 3:29 PM UTC
late at night
when the moon is hanging
high in the sky
& the stars luminescence
gently caresses your face
i watch you sleep
in the silence of the room
where only the silence of your breath
can be heard
it is there
i watch you
while we lay
our limbs entwined
like ivy vines
i allow my hand
to forbiddingly touch your face
tracing
the suppleness of your brown lips
that carry the kiss
i wish to savor
like fine wine
while we sleep
we become entangled
in a web of sheets and satin skin
while your arms
bearing the strength of Sampson
cradle me gently & pull me close
my chin rests
in the cook of your neck
where i can smell
the scent of your sweet air
i close my eyes
hold you
& kiss you there
til morning comes
when you have to leave me
once more
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC
all the muscles in the back
the ones you should have loved
are broken on the pallets of bricks
lifting bags of cement,
so strong you imagined, and they were,
except they needed rest,
Sampson himself, biblical,
should have been your warning!
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 5:14 PM UTC
It's a bland looking place on the outskirts of town,
the sign is missing letters and the building's run down.
Sitting at the corner of an old gravel road,
a rugged, not too friendly looking distant abode.
Built back in the 60s on a small, ***** tract,
half the deadbolts don't work and the front window's cracked.
It's a glorified shack, only seventeen rooms,
And its thick with the grey fog of cigarette fumes.
But far from abandoned, there are plenty of guests,
they drive in from the north and fly out from the west.
From the old to the young, to the meek and the great,
they all find their place on this darkened estate.
It's played host to rock stars, to artists and writers,
corrupt politicians and heavyweight fighters.
They travel for miles to this little piece of hell,
the rusty old spot called the Sampson motel.
In the small cluttered office just beyond the wood door,
you'll find the manager Wayne, he lost an eye in the war.
He's a bit rough and tumble and he's got skin cold as ice,
but if you show him respect you might get a good price.
The ice machine's broken and the power cord's frayed,
so little of elegance or fancy displayed.
The plumbing is awful and the wall paint is peeling,
and most of the souls that you'll find here are reeling.
Housekeeping doesn't do much, there's only one maid.
She smokes a cigar and wears her hair up in braids.
She won't leave you a mint or turn down the sheet,
But if you mistreat her, you're out on the street.
It's the #1 choice if you don't want to be found,
as long as you don't mind the trash on the ground.
Folks aren't too friendly here so if you come stay
Mind your own business and go about your own way.
Guests come and they go almost quick as flash,
And you can be certain they always pay cash.
In darkness they'll be, transfixed by the spell
of the rusty old spot called the Sampson motel.
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 3:49 PM UTC