Little Tid Bits, Sayings, and a story.(Posted for Poetry Month, Not Really A Poem.)

The host was charismatic. Little and fierce her expression was written across her face.

To show happiness as it come forth like a fountain.  Wouldn’t it be so easy?

You are what you walk in-between*. WHAT DO Y’ALL THINK ABOUT THIS SAYING?

The baby carriage was a thief in of itself. It had a mechanical human hand that came out a took products off beauty shop walls and food cans off grocery store isles. It was pushed by a young man in respectable clothes. The baby carriage was reminiscent of its cousins from Monty Pythons Flying Circus, Person of Interest, and the security reduce shrink training video from Publix and Food Service business alike. (need reference details, just ask!)




Written by Sam Sutlive, various dates and places.

This is a saying someone told me about and He didn’t reference it so I don’t know who originally said it.*

Whole blog post posted Monday April 30, 2018 in Oconee at 7:50pm.

ThreeWordsADay(Underlined)(Says published but is it unpublished? Was in drafts for some reason.)

The Man hoarded money but when he did spend his “valuable” cash he would only buy clothes. On a nondescript sunny day he found himself having a quite a good conversation with a shoeless homeless 12 year old boy. After talking for several hours he left the boy on the side of the road. As the man was turning the corner something compelled him to turn around and go back. In such an unprecedented manner that he was taken aback he took the boys hand without saying a word and bought the boy three different styles of shoes. Even though he left the boy on the same sidewalk with the new shoes and was not compelled to help the child any further he had limitless conversations with the boy every time he passed that spot.

-Sam January 15, 2016 originally written 5:12pm rewritten 8:03pm posted 8:24pm Reposted April 27, 2018 at 12:24pm noon.


Dream + 1st Person POV’s Reality + Dream + 2nd Person POV’s Reality= Poem. (Day 20 and 21).

Dream + 1st Person POV’s Reality + Dream + 2nd Person POV’s Reality= Poem.

Subtitled: The Sports Game I play With My Invisible Child.


Thick jacket on a warm day,

It is comfortable he would say,

Little boy playing mini




Still swinging away,



crackle –



Hitting home runs in the dark,

between flashes of hazard strobes

from sidelined machines.


The light is eerie if you notice.

Fowl balls on red,

home runs on dark.

snap, krakle, pop.

The bats smack

reminds him

of a clap.

in an open auditorium.

endless variations,

on a slow mocking


of congratulations.

Endlessley sitting

on a field’s






As title indicates written from mixed experiences and dreams by Sam Sutlive.

Hazard lights from PM of April 20, 2018 dream and 2nd POV from AM April 21, 2018.

Written by Sam Sutlive on April 21, 2018 in Oconee between 6:20am and 6:48am.

Posted on April 21, 2018 at 6:50am.

No Insurance, No Matter, I’ve Got A Puppy. (Day 12)

I roll into the car in front of me

It’s the elementary school.

Happiness is having a puppy.



Written by Sam Sutlive on April 12, 2018 at 8:15am in Oconee for April 12, 2018 Poetry Day inspired by a friend’s real life.


A Knocking Soul Trying To Say Hello To A Beautiful Mind. Subtitled: Inspired By A Poet WHO HAS NEVER REPLIED TO MY RESPONSES TO THEIR POEM. (Day 8 and Day 9).

You were so beautiful in mind,

Taunting my soul to enter,

Thorns reaching out of skin,

permission denied.


I walked away.

your Thorns never a cliche’,

so real I almost stayed


My soul and mind gave reason and reason

follow ups and more

still no reply.

Never to forget.(Almost want to take this line out. What do y’all think).

This old soul still denied.


Written BY SAM SUTLIVE COPYRIGHT SAM SUTLIVE on April 8, 2018 for April 8 and 9 day of April’s Poetry Month. Written at 11:56Pm on April 8, 2018. Posted April 9, 2018 at 12:50am.

Elephants That Hum As The World Falls Apart.(Day 8)

Box Band

Tossed Aside 

With The Mushy Celebrities.

Throwing Potatoes

In Protests

Near Cages Chocked Full Of Eating Elephants.


Written originally by Rene’ Shoemaker and Harvey Sutlive as a list for something else several weeks ago.

Rewritten by Sam Sutlive as a poem on the morning of April 8, 2018 for April’s Poetry Month day 8 at 9:45am and posted at 10:00amish on April 8, 2018.