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Noel Tonka Poem
Death
Who is no respecter of persons
Beloved, haters
Gather around
Secluded murmurs and vents
Bloodshot corneas
Shudders, silence
Some to merry only
Black, oblivion
Disbelief, later epiphany
Resounding salutations
Indeed! Some only to make merry - come
Its desire: unquenchable
Like the Queen, never late
Departing she returns
Again without announcement.
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Noel Tonka Poem
I was born intelligent
As the years crept by
I met many agents
And turning to say goodbye
It was me no longer
At some point
I was zestful
Determined to make it
To see my dreams realized
But I lacked the guts for it
It takes HARDWORK, yes
Hardwork that rewards
It takes DETERMINATION, yes
Determination that spurs
It takes CONCENTRATION, yes
I lost them all
Courtesy, the many agents
I am with a brush, soap and towel
The posh car comes to a stop
I run to meet it
Before the other boys do
It is my friend
A friend I haven't seen
Since we said goodbye
After school was done
I run
I hide
I cry
I weep
I call it wasted years
Life, why hast thou treated me thus?
I scream
It is the seed I have sown
The fruit I must reap
The fruit I must eat.
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We send them forth
To speak for us
So we think
They run off in haste
They don't look at us
They don't speak for us
They don't remember us
They don't want to see us
Nothing solid is contained in them
Like empty drums making the loudest bangs
Their pay must be trippled they say
And to the banks run when it is paid
Like round cooking pot
With time, their bellies become
Once looking like us
But now their skin shines
When we knock on their doors
Wild dogs they become and bark at us
Like electricity they spark
And order us out
See our representatives
We thought would represent us
They feed on our money
And their flesh puffs out
They eat and grow fat
And leave us in lack
They speak and and grow tired
Oh! How they crave for air
You should watch them sleep
They grunt and snore
And their women cover their ears
In sparkling cars they pass
Splashing dirt on us
With time this will pass
We hope and pray.
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In bathing herself
Her time she takes
The cream must be rubbed in
And her skin massaged
Her beauty Could none match
Her charm A spell cast on all
Her crown Everyone called ethereal
Her robe Queen Elizabeth couldn't possess
In style did she appear
With majesty through the aisle she walked
How stately she beside me stood
Like the goddess of beauty
It was said
With such courtliness
No royal blood possessed
In solemnity she said 'I do'
I do! I do! I do!
Mine forever she is to behold
Man and wife we'll forever be
My bride - is her name
Her name is - my bride.
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We both came
Each alone
One before the other
Like the orderliness of God's seven days
Joyful cries and happy tears
Casts we had become
On this stage
Created in seven days
We thought our part simple
For the script looked easy
When actual acting began
The childish folly died
At six and seven - teen
Things fell apart
Meeting in school
Things got complicated
The scenes and acts seemed long
And in no time
We had grown all grey
Playing flashbacks in our memory
The grave beckoning
And could we resist?
Six feet under we went
Amidst sorrowing
Darkness hovered over us
And our replacements asked
Up or down
Where went we.
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Not just beauty and songs
Most humane, homely, comely
For a sibling - wanted
Kindest to know they thought
Wombs to borne such prayed
Envious of hardwork and modesty
The melody that escaped
Heads couldn't resist
Awake and dreaming
Wanting what was ripe
They grew hard
They craved and came -
Numberless!
Adams with ten Eves and more
Solomons with large harems
Even Oliver Twists
Pleading her hands
-Aribih-
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Every year...
The peak we saw seems farther
Each stretch of ours represents a year
Yet, with each stretch
Our peak seems to move farther
Every month...
Doesn't have to count
But so does every month
And God we ask every time
For strength from His fount
Every week...
Should just pass we wish
Feeling weaker than the weak
We can't help but wish
Every day...
Like horses we strive
Running the streneous race of each day
We drive ourselves harder in our strife
Every hour...
Our quest for success heightens
Bringing us closer
To the peak of our tower
And our struggle to get there lightens
Every minute...
We just want to get there
Forgetting that there still are many minutes
We have to wait to get there
Every second...
Atheletes we become - gasping for the finish
But more than we long for the finish
How we want to be over - the second
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