Best Schoolboys Poems

October blows a symphony of sighs 
with blustry gusts that presage winter's bleak 
arrival as I shuffle through the park, 
kaleidoscope of leaves a welcome prize. 
Swings unswung on, roundabouts without 
the rush of children stutter to a halt. 
October blood suffuses to the hilt...

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I now declare war on your regime
Round up your Chicago schoolboys
Who believed in free markets
At the hand of the gun
I'll bring billions
Of people whose
Values died
For your
Game...

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...inspired by 'Especially When The October Wind' by Dylan Thomas


 October blows a symphony of sighs
 with blustry gusts that presage winter's bleak
 arrival as I shuffle through the park,
 kaleidoscope of leaves a welcome prize.
 Swings unswung on, roundabouts without 
 the rush of...

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He stands there, stripped bare, shameless, nameless, voiceless 
Standing there, choice-less

No dignity, no vanity, no pity
No integrity 

No eyeballs so no stare, no flesh and no hair
And no underwear

No contract, no guarantee, no warranty
No appearance fee

He stands there, stripped bare, shameless, nameless, voiceless 
Sudden schoolboys-less
Museum......

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October blows a symphony of sighs
with blustry gusts that presage winter's bleak
arrival as I shuffle through the park,
kaleidoscope of leaves a welcome prize.
Swings unswung on, roundabouts without 
the rush of children stutter to a halt.
October blood suffuses to the hilt
my heavy heart, and calms a...

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“Cowboys” , big John Wayne starred.
Cowhands abandon him.
Call, joining the Goldrush.
Could greenhorn kids succeed.
Camp cook and chuck wagon,
Complete the trail crew drive.
Cow punching green schoolboys
Called on to claim their jobs.
Cimarron,  the oldest,
Capricious, turned away.
Cow punching, green schoolboys
Combating bucking horse,
Caught  on  to rope,...

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ravages of war
not about heroism. . .
through eyes of schoolboys






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

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Brave hearts beat
Hidden in silent men
Boots hide exhausted feet
Yet no complaints tumble with their tears

Brave hearts beat
Chasing death on foreign soil
Targets placed on dusty streets
Hollow death parched days on end

Brave hearts beat
Dodging dead eyed schoolboys' guns
Nightmares of red defeat
Yet waking to go back again. 

V...

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It is just a dog, a common cur
The scabs, the sore upon the eye.
O the rattled temper
And the garbage bins tottering 
Under the mischief of its paws.
It is just a dog, a common cur
And more method to it madness
Than man's dumb logic can ressurect.
Life has...

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I stare at all the people, their different  shapes and build,  thinking to myself,  it takes all types  to make a world.
A tall man sweeping footpaths,  there's a big man in a car,  a lonely looking soul,  propped...

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(The UK Queen's Platinum Jubilee was in June 2022)


You're at Trooping the Colour now, Dominic.
Were we not friends when we were schoolboys?
You look so smart now, Dominic, guardsman,
wrapped in the shining redness of that costume
under your tall, beautiful bearskin cap.

Recall that friendship, Dominic,
those distant days...

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Preface: A poem written to my youngest step-son, whom along with his brother, I raised and 
consider my very own sons. I presented this to him on his graduation from college.


Flesh & Blood 

One cold and snowy winter day, 
a man met two young brothers....

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A Tear for Don

I still shed a tear over you, Don,
I wish you were still here, alive.
Remember the day we first met, Don,
A pair of young schoolboys aged five?

Remember how we were like brothers, Don?
The way we were always together.
We seemed to be joined at...

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Standing in a garden on the edge of a ridge
Pissing out of the wine of the night
The sea below looks to be grumbling
But the party is still louder than that
The Heavens above may be burning
Yet she's back there holding my hat

If she saw me here...

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I remember way back when,
And my first schoolboys crush
When just to look at Linda
Was like being hit with a sugar rush

I remember when she said
“I really like your shirt by the way”
Well I was so in love with her
That I wore that shirt every day...

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