Best Marty Poems
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 back.
They won't let me alone, point in fact.
“I am waiting patiently. Goodbye my darlings"
Bill didn't have enough water to write much more than this.
Born on Valentine's day, with his heart set on Chubby,
eight days to dwell on a love that almost was, now missed.
Mia was a sad-eyed beauty, there's no denying that.,
she never got free the shadow cast, Ernie's early demise.
Though a mother's love, given and reciprocated,
found a fondness binding, throughout her short life.
Marty made the day special for friends and family,
never thinking of himself, a miracle and twin borne.
Forsaken in life's wishes, called only for justice seen,
lived life fitting of a brother they'll always mourn.
Save up the coins for the ferryman while you still can,
the days will bring swift recounting.
Leave lasting memory for love's empty hand,
and debts of the heart ever surmounting.
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 off a rock band.
Oh it didn't stop there
As he explained grammar without care
Students came from far and wide
They forked out a hefty travel fare
Marty's originality brought them there.
He was warm and compassionate
It was evidenced in his nature
With gestures somewhat effeminate.
Immediatly they twigged he's special
Unlocking their world understand the ethical.
Marty didn't care what other people thought
So get just taught and taught and taught
Each day the same way "English let's play!"
To have Marty is what the language sought.
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 go through so many doors of embarrassment to discover that you loved me simply for me
as i scramble your eggs and put cheese in your grits, i remember to lightly butter the toast
the heartbeat of your passion send me to heights unbeknownst to even the most well-travelled astronaut
this clumsy ox has gone low key....and is finally settling down
SHENIKA SIMS
a clumsy ox in modern times
i cannot even count how many times i broke out due to makeup overabundance
i used to dance so nasty and lick my lips seductively
i used to touch myself and mimic things that would perhaps inspire a wet dream or three
i would wear dresses and jeans so tight that i became immune to the lack of needed blood circulation
shoot, i risked my damn life just to get your attention
now look at you....all scramblin' my eggs and putting blended cheeses in my grits
YOU EVEN REMEMBERES TO LIGHTLY BUTTER MY TOAST.....RAINDROPS....SNOWFALL....OH (BLEEP)!
the soft honesty of your love for me got my whole body all into the full realm of emotional
this clumsy ox is officially off the grid....eternally unavailable and taken....HAPPILY!
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.
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 boy’s door
Watching his computer screen he saw Abigail studying to be a teen Queen
Crossing the street
The smell did travel tangy and sweet
It went under the door without a word
Stairs it crept
Past the room where last night Abigail slept
As the aroma approached
Little Jack Marty watched Abigail and said, “She is toast”
Taking a whiff Abigail straightened up very stiff
Her eyes bulged and face turned green with a tinge of white
Due to the smell that was airy and light
Typing away Little Jack Marty did say,
“You have been visited by the toot toot fairy”
In which she replied, “Oh you are so scary”
“Little Jack Marty did you cut the cheese?”
“I am alone in my room and I do as I please.”
He typed back about the environmental attack
Suddenly the teacher popped on the screen looking stern and mean
“What are you two doing anything to do with schooling?”
The teacher did ask with no need for a cut the cheese mask.
Looking into the camera Little Jack Marty said that he was sorry,
“Yes, I cut the cheese then disturbed the peace, I will now be quiet and will not start a panic riot, carry on with the online class while I hold my gas.”
Smiling the teacher was impressed
When Little Jack Marty confessed
About his too tee
That was a beauty
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
Marty
intelligent, humble
caring, forgiving, trusting
father, pianist, son, writer
giving, confusing, loving
articulate, conceited
Jimmy
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 anything.
He said he'd stocked up on food
when the hurricane was due
but there were a couple of things
he could use, if I might agree.
He said he liked to sip a beer
though he would never get drunk;
maybe I might buy him one
as well as a couple of smokes.
So we went into the grocery;
he picked out his favorite beer,
a couple of packs of cigarettes;
he smiled, a twinkle in his eye.
He talked about the Bible
how Paul told Timothy to drink
a bit of wine to help his ailments;
I'd just read the verse that day!
We agreed there were Scriptures
advising us not to get drunk;
I walked off into the rain then
happy I could help ease his pains.
He thanked me wholeheartedly
gratefulness on his rugged face;
He'd suffered many worse times
during his days in the Marines.
I bring him some bread each week,
some lunch meat or peanut butter;
the church van helps me deliver these
which always makes Marty smile.
I know he sleeps on the floor
of the twenty-four hour Laundry,
helping the owner ward off crooks
who raid the coin boxes mid-night.
I pray for Marty now and then;
I'm pretty sure he prays for me too;
I own several of Marty's paintings,
they hang proudly around my place.
"No longer drink only water, but use a little wine for your stomach's sake and your frequent
infirmities."
1 TIM 5:23 (New King James Version Of The Bible)
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 school like it was
his personal symphony orchestra
he was a beat cop
walking the streets
a kind word for every
old person living on his turf
a stern look for teens
with mischief on their minds
and an aura of invincibility
as he twirled his nightstick
on a black leather thong
woven between meaty fingers
Big Marty Milano
died one Friday night
in late March 1950
bleeding out beneath
The lamppost on the corner
in front of Doc Felcher’s drug store
after taking two bullets
in his neck trying to stop
a robbery in progress
the shots woke me up and
I watched from my
fourth-floor bedroom window
sobbing into my pillow
as the ambulance and patrol cars
flooded the streets with
sirens and flashing lights
they covered his body
with a raincoat but
his huge crepe soled cop shoes
stuck out of one end
the next Monday morning
when I left for school
there was a new officer
directing traffic
he wore a strip of
sticky black electricians tape
across his silver NYPD badge
but I just couldn’t
look at his face…
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 time on this earth is done,
i want my very last memory to be the cinnamon flavored taste of your lips
SHENIKA SIMS
know that i will always remember you
my time on this earth is short
to you i leave the whole of my heart and all the love within it
my love for you is a historical landmark on the free flowing waterfall of Forever
i have humbled myself so much in a positive way because of you
i have relearned confidence in and respect of myself as a result of knowing and watching you
when my time on this earth is done,
i want my last memory to be the vision of the bright, shy smile on your face and the warm look in your eyes when you kiss me hello
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 said he'd stocked up on food
when the hurricane was due
but there were a couple of things
he could use, if I might agree
He said he liked to sip a beer
though he was sure never to get drunk
maybe I might buy him one
as well as a couple of smokes
So we went into the grocery together
he picked out his favorite 6-pack
a couple of packs of cigarettes
then he was very happy indeed
We talked about the Bible
how Paul told Timothy to drink
some wine to help his ailments
I'd just read this today
We agreed there were many Scriptures
advising us not to get drunk
I walked off into the rain then
happy I could help ease his pains
He thanked me from the bottom of his heart
a smile upon his rugged face
I knew he'd suffered many worse days
during his days in the service
I pray for Marty now and then
I'm pretty sure he prays for me too
I own one of Marty's paintings
it hangs proudly by my door.
SKB
"No longer drink only water, but use a little wine for your stomach's sake and your frequent infirmities."
1 TIM 5:23 NKJV
"Let us walk properly, as in the day, not in revelry and drunkenness, not in lewdness and lust, not in strife and envy."
ROM 13:13 NKJV
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 believe this kind of love i feel for you
i feel like a trampoline with lipstick because i wanna jump your bones
see, you got me saying silly (edit) like that
i am thinking quite unladylike thoughts right now as a matter of fact
however you have been respectful and for the first time in a long time i feel like a lady
renewed, revitalized, and reborn....going in circles in my mind
MARTY KING
going in circles in my mind
got sam cook requesting cupid to draw back that bow
well miss cupid shot straight for my brain and woke me up
the first lovely vision i saw when i did....well....was you
while thinking of you, i find myself feebly attempting to skip rocks in a lake
i find myself jumping up and all up in the spirit making the earth shake and quake
i look at the clouds and see forms of arrows through hearts and people kissing
it took me about twenty some odd years to realize that it is you that i've been missing
while others were steadily moving, here in this dusty corner i sat
i cannot believe that i chose to do ridiculously senseless stuff like that
oh yeah, i am thinking thoughts like a dude, but i choose to sincerely respect you
furthermore, you have been so accepting of Me as My Self, and i have never experienced that as a man
renovated, recognized, and reborn....going in circles in my mind
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 of me
it is now time for me to come alive and let the little boy go
knowing this now, it is allowing me to grow
this pussycat of mine will remain closed for renovations
my yorkie is all the company i need right now
she is my new travelling buddy for she loves me without judgment or ridicule
i begin to become reacquainted with myself
i guess i am on a pathway to light
MARTY KING
i guess i am on a pathway to light
i omit and dissipate the damage the bullies made on the soul of my confidence
there comes a time when you have force the clutches of fear to back off and take back control
it is then that you see things in life anew and enable yourself to humbly grow
for oh too long i have allowed those bullies to beat me down into full submission
i now say NO MORE....I MUST ALLOW ME TO BE ME!
God now fully engraved and forever still in my life, He becomes my tour guide
my life has come full circle with history stickers of different states and realms
however, i am working on myself and my life has not been the same
what i dig most about it all is that I AM NOT THE SAME!
i begin to become reacquainted with myself
i guess i am on a pathway to light
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 was a part of no group, now thanks to Marty I have Poetry Soup!
A lot of people find out I'm in prison and run the other way.
N ot my friends Marty and Audrey, they are here to stay!
D efinitely not the type of people to give up easily - they are family!
A udrey found me right here on this beautiful site.
U nderstanding I needed a friend to cure my lonely nights.
D oing things for me no one else would do.
R eaching out to help me regardless what I was going through!
E veryone just don't open their heart from the start for an inmate.
Y esterday I was in hell, now I'm well, all because she did not hesitate!
*Wrote 4 Dane Ann's contest "Kindheartedness: What it means to me"....
MARTY KING
there are stars in the sky made especially for us
the angels in heaven bless them particularly and the warmth of our love glows
all i want to do right now is rejoice in the spirit of what we have worked so hard for
we have our scars from the battles, but in the end here we are smiling, happy, and exactly where we want to be
SHENIKA SIMS
my heart has all the tattoos that i need
it contains your initials and each time mine beats, it exclaims your name
all i want to do right now is get naked with you and rejoice by sincerely rocking your world with love
we have the x-rays of each time the spirit of our love suffered injuries, but in the end here we are thankful, blessed, and praising the Lord for our Love