Best Cunningham Poems
T_tendernesss and tolerance are his territory.
O_openness to all poets, too!
M_magnanimity and modesty, shine in this friend of mine!
C_compasstion and consideration, so outstanding.
U_understanding of the human soul he sees.
N_nice to all, marks his poetic gentility.
N_nobility glows in his poetry.
I_intelligence sparkles in all his works.
N_naturalness, nothing forced.
G_goodwill and graciousness he shows to all
H_humor and honesty,exceptional qualities.
A_amiability in comments to all
M_magnanimity he has, a virtue, esteemed.
POEM IS POSTED WITH KIND PERMISSION OF THE POET IT IS WRITTEN ABOUT
A great "Peeping Tom", always first to bring news of poem of the day.
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01/12/21
There is a special man we look up to.
Writing great poems on Poetry Soup.
His Limericks put a smile on our face,
being from the great UK, his birthplace.
His adventures at Milton's Creek thrill us.
They are gripping tales to read, and a must.
The Master of story telling is he.
Writing awesome Poem's to enjoy and read.
Sharing his feedback, he gives you his best.
His much valued comments, always impress.
He's been to some Countries, with his Dear wife,
and shares his adventures, about his life.
Soon peace in Ukraine, He wants and supports.
Crimes against Putin, in a Ukraine court!
Many followers that look up to him,
are so privileged to call him their friend.
I know your asking yourself, who's this man?
Our beloved Poet, Tom Cunningham.
In your comments
share why Tom is
such a special Poet.
Wishing Tom and
all writers a very
Merry Christmas,
and a much better
New Year. God Bless
you all...
You are all Special...
Loyal to the core and beyond no pretense
For years Tom and I have been loyal friends
Nothing's greater than that
My jolly old chap
My extra special friend right to the end
Tom Cunningham Tribute— Repost
This acrostic is published in Poetry Soup’s very first Anthology!
Many of you do know Tom… but have not read the tribute .You readers of Tom are familar with his smiling, welcoming face,and warm heart!
Here is Tom, on Saint Patrick’s Day, in a parade carrying the flag, he is so proud of!! The equally handsome gentleman to the left, is Tom’s brother, bearing the under end of the flag!
T_tendernesss and tolerance are his territory.
O_openness to all poets, too!
M_magnanimity and modesty, shine in this friend of mine!
C_compasstion and consideration, so outstanding.
U_understanding of the human soul he sees.
N_nice to all, marks his poetic gentility.
N_nobility glows in his poetry.
I_intelligence sparkles in all his works.
N_naturalness, nothing forced.
G_goodwill and graciousness he shows to all
H_humor and honesty,exceptional qualities.
A_amiability in comments to all
M_magnanimity he has, a virtue, esteemed.
3/24/2024
old man
big plan
ladies
nineties
big t*ts (*i :)
will fit
toothless
bootless
his grief
no kiss
old date
your fate
time out
he pouts
Dedicated to Tom & Jan
02.11.2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
His instructor said he must wear tights
Most essential in these sorts of flights
Fred said take them away
Folks would think I was gay
The truth is that Fred’s scared of heights
Fred fibbed that he’d been a wing walker
A falsehood, this sure was a corker
His relations soon found
He did not leave the ground
It’s a good job he’s a fast talker!
Inspired by The Wing Walker by Tom Cunningham
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_wing_walker_990038
2/06/18
Sir Tom Cunningham
Has started a war
It will be a fight
Like never before….
For all Vegemite lovers
It is time to revolt
Even comparing Marmite to Vegemite
Is the ultimate insult!
So gloves off Sir Cunningham
Or are you now an Earl
You’ve now started a war
With the wrong Aussie girl!!
I don't understand why people kill
That too without feeling bad about it
Why are wars needed?
How does it matter if area of a country is small?
Why expand?
What purpose does it serve?
Common man merely wants to earn and eat
He seeks his happiness.
When an army person shoots many dead
Doesn't he feel for their families
Only breadwinner dead, child orphaned, a widow.
Does government bother?
What will a country gain by attaching another?
No purpose is served!
All money amassed only gives more tension
In the end we all are going to die leaving behind every penny earned.
Why not live happily instead of trying to prove we are the best
For every bad we do, punishment is ordained
We get back what we give
Fear the law of nature, don't sin
How can a tear not move anyone?
How can anyone be bad?
It is beyond my understanding.
If I hurt someone with my words, I feel bad
I have never beat my son. I can't
But many murder, torture mercilessly
Doesn't their conscience prick?
Do they live with peace of mind after that?
Why?Why should anybody do anything bad when it can be easily avoided
What are they trying to prove?
A momentary act, lifelong regret, results of karma's make our life only miserable
Is it worth it?
To be criticized life long
To go down the annals of history as a murderer.
Or to be remembered for your goodness
Choice is ours.
Bit of self-control helps prevent a sin.
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Note : This poem poured out from within after I read Jallianwala Bagh poem written by Tom Cunningham. That poem brought tears in my eyes and then I wrote this.
Tom was going to Norway
arrival in Haugesund on Friday
became seasick at the quay
belly bump and spray
his wife dreamed of Broadway
*
28.04.2023
Anne-Lise Andresen
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Welcome to Norway
A LIMERICK OR THREE INSPIRED BY THE
TOM CUNNNINGHAM
on
JAN ALLISONS
BIRTHDAY
~~~~~~~~~
there is a poetry soup poet called Tom
at composing limericks, so well done!
a birthday wish he wrote for Jan,
a birthday date I did ney ken!
Oh I wish I could sing the birthday song
now there's another named Mick
who's birthday wishes for Jan, hic
I toast, whilst having a coke
nowt in't, honest no joke
and now for my next party trick
there is a lady who goes by the name of Jan
on poetry soup you'll find her o yes you can
Allison, her nee, sorry don't not know
her poetry I do, it really does glow
and she abides on the beautiful Isle of Man
~~~~~~~
Thanks for the heads up Tom! Mick
I made a scrumptious chocolate birthday cake just for you
My only wish, I could deliver it, across the pond to you!
For two years straight, you stood behind me daily.
A trophy, you do deserve, not one day, but three
hundred sixty five, times two, for contacting by
comment or soup mail, you never failed me!
Such a unique poet you are, and endearing, indeed,
to so many.
Love, peppered with humility and peace, are on
your agenda daily.
Tom, you've gone way out of your way,
When I felt abysmally, horribly dismayed!
You are wise, like a philosopher, to recognize the real
poets here, from the phony.
And run from those, who post pure, arrogant baloney.
I wish you health and happiness for so many years.
Wish we could all go to a pub, raise a pint and wish
you happiness, with loving, poetic cheers!
Hugs from the USA,
Panagiota
2/16/2021
A rhopalic verse:
Inspired
by
and
DEDICATED
to
TOM CUNNINGHAM
**********
Tom enjoys poetry dedicated,
to others talented endeavourings.
A master following, dedicating!
Your's Thomas, heartfully dedicated!
Form:
Mr. Cunningham Tom
so nice to read his poems,
and pithy comments
A smile that warms her heart.
With bright, shining Angel eyes.
Soon his whole world would fall apart.
When he sadly watched as his Mother dies.
No one to listen or believe what he saw.
For years the truth lie in wait.
Each passing day, the pain made him raw.
And for his step-dad rose a new level of hate.
A troubled youth is what he'd come to be.
Violence, drugs and alcohol to deal with the pain.
When the truth came out it didn't set him free.
Watching for Santa as his Mother was slain.
After years, Justice was served for his Mother's death.
But her kids would have no justice at all.
They would never hold her again so they remained bereft.
She'll never be there for them to hug, kiss or call.
She loved her kids, especially her eldest son.
She was taken too soon by a drunk, selfish bully.
He didn't care who he hurt or what he did to anyone.
Its not something her children could understand fully.
Her son now sits in his own personal Hell.
Taken away from society to pay for his unrelated crimes.
So now he stays in that six by six prison cell.
Hoping that he'll heal in a matter of time.
I'm here for him and I remain his friend.
I wait for that shine to return to his now haunted eyes.
For that smile to brighten from his sad, dull grin.
I'm someone who can love him and quiet his cries.