Best Marty Poems

There once was a teacher called Marty
Who taught each class as if it was a big party.
With a sax he explained he was jazzy
If there was doubt he would get sassy.

His style had students in the palm of his hand
Like a party of people vibing...

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MARTY KING

a clumsy ox in modern times
i have dropped the ball only to recover what i did not know about myself
all i did in order to impress you, i simply laugh at now when the pictures of the memories resurface in my mind
i had to...

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Martin Russell Sullivan 
was a rare blend of humor and gentleman.  
May the wild eyed Nazi skin head who shot him dead 
forever rot in the hell hole he so richly deserved....

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Little Jack Marty 
He was a smarty 
Sitting in his second grade online class 
He developed an urge to pass some gas 
When it came out of Little Marty’s shell 
It had that pumping smell 
Hearing the tiger roar as it ripped out the young...

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butcher meets teacher
poignant character study...
first Cannes Palme d'Or






Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Published 2018 in "Hollywood Haiku" via wattpad.com...

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Whenever I go by the local mall
usually he's sitting on the sidewalk
painting pictures from his memory
wild, enchanting places at that.
It'd been a long stormy week;
when I ache, I see it in his eyes too,
so I greeted him and asked him
if he was in need of...

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Marty
intelligent, humble
caring, forgiving, trusting
father, pianist, son, writer
giving, confusing, loving
articulate, conceited
Jimmy...

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Big Marty Milano

Blue-veined sausage nose
slightly off center
toward the right side of
a florid cop face
white-gloved hands
directing traffic
to the piercing rhythm
of staccato blasts from
the black wooden whistle
clenched between his teeth

everyone called him
Big Marty Milano and
he conducted a busy
three street confluence
of automobiles pedestrians and 
kids going to and
from...

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MARTY KING

know that i will never forget you
my time on this earth is short
to you i leave everything that i possess
my love for you is finite and warmly frozen in time
i have learned so much from you
i have grown so much because of you
when my...

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The road had risen to meet you and your two-wheeled weapon.
With the wind at your back and the sun warm upon your stoic face,
You watched from that mountain road the rain fall upon Colorado.

It dripped from beneath the cloud below,
As you spun down and around...

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Whenever I go by the strip mall
usually he's sitting there
painting pictures from his memory
of places he's once been
 
It's been a long stormy week
when I ache, I know he does too
so I greeted him and asked him 
if he was in need of anything
 
He...

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SHENIKA SIMS

i guess i am on a pathway to light
i put on my contentment perfume and just run and jump
i do not know that i am free
i only know that i notice that i am not free
for too long this man has been the death...

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M arty came into my life when I had no one.
A n act of love and compassion like a father does a son.
R eally was surprised when he took a chance on an inmate.
T rusting me, understanding me and he didn't even hesitate.
Y esterday I...

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SHENIKA SIMS

going in circles in my mind
jumping over puddles
doing carwheels in multiples of three
thinking of you can't you see
my artwork has more positive themes
my heart medicinally skips beats so it seems
cannot wait to pack suitcases
go so many outfits, bathing suits, and...shoot....clothes to look through
i cannot...

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To speak for those, who no longer have a voice,
were I to get it wrong, would they really have a choice?

No.., they didn't choose me as spokesperson, why would they?
I am not clairvoyant.
But they haunt my dreams still...cause me to rise, plead me to look...

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