Best Sonya Poems
Wish I could have taken better
Care of my body...
Wish they could have stopped
the cancer sooner...
I'm just a spirit now,
Floating over my own funeral.
If I had my way, I'd pick another church.
At least one that spelled my name right
On the obituary.
I wonder if they knew,
That I truly loved Sonya,
but married Adele out of convenience.
Wish I could have told my brother, Kenny
I forgive him, maybe he wouldnt cry so hard.
Wish I could tell Aunt May that hat is too big.
I wonder if Tara knows the deacons
Are looking up her dress.
Im just a spirit now,
Floating over my own funeral.
I wonder if the choir knows
How much I really hate that song...
Hope they know the Pastor's lying.
I was not that good of a man..
That suit is not the one I would have picked.
My body looks so much smaller,
and that make-up makes me look too light.
Im just a spirit now,
Floating over my own funeral.
Free from pain, free from it all.
Wonder if they know,
In spite of my short time on this earth...
i truly enjoyed it.
I truly loved it all.
Categories:
sonya, black african american, death,
Form:
Epitaph
Santa, I have an important request.
Please don't embarrass me with ho ho hos.
If you'd looked at my face you might have guessed.
I'm serious about fixing my nose.
I can sense you are stifling your laughter.
Your bowl full of jello, nicely restrained.
Proboscis happily ever after,
Would not appear that it's been candy caned.
Hire a team of rhinoplasty surgeons.
I create damaging winds with this thing.
Like the limb of an oak tree it burgeons.
Just yesterday a blue jay perched to sing.
Hurry, Dear Santa, its growth won't abate.
Go talk to Rudolph, as he can relate.
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There may be some problems I must address.
Lies emitted from hole under my snout.
Pains me Santa, I readily confess.
Please be patient as I utter these out.
I lied to Sonya about her red dress.
Made her butt dwarf a Volkswagen fender.
I lied to the postman, my home address.
Marked the water bill "Return To Sender".
I fibbed a little to co-worker, Sue.
Her peanut butter cookies smelled like feet.
But tell me, what the heck was I to do?
I wrapped and hid it in a slice of meat.
Santa, I am a serial liar.
Instead of my pants, set my nose on fire.
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I'll do better if button nose gifted.
I promise to be more a straight shooter.
A smaller nose, my spirits be lifted.
Seriously, would you want this hooter?
The fibs I told did no permanent harm,
But if you would like I can change all that.
Who "nose"? I may lose my personal charm.
If I tell my friend Sonya she is fat.
If you leave money in an envelope,
I'll pay the water bill before it's due.
I can rub Sue's cookies with fragrant soap.
For a nose job, I will eat one or two.
Santa, I know you smell something is rot.
But I am here to assure you, it's snot.
Written 12/12/2017
"From My Lips to Santa's Ears"
Contest
Hosted by Phillip Garcia
Categories:
sonya, christmas, holiday, humor, humorous,
Form:
Sonnet
After 4months & 1 week of separation, 129 days of tears and depression,
With a pimpled face and many grey hair, I write these lines,
wishing you were here.................
Marking the calendar as each day goes by...
My loneliness continues, I miss you and cry,
Near me you are but not with me,
How at peace can I possibly be?
I fast, visit temples and constantly pray,
"Dear God, bring back my love to me"- I say,
"oh Lord!, you said you sent him to me,
Then gone away from me, why has he?"
Eyes constantly glued to the door…
Ears await the ring of the phone…
Sonya, I long to see you and hear you say,
"Dear, I am back, hold me the same way".
"Chalo ice cream khilata hoon,
Laugh! Laugh! Ravan's sister-chidata hoon,
Dear, what did you do when I was gone?
I learnt to sing those pending two songs".
"Dear, I love you more than you do"
Why do you cry when I am with you?
I bought our car, home-n-jhoola just for you
Happily together we will live in our MAMU".
Categories:
sonya, depression, girlfriend-boyfriend, imagination, lost
Form:
Rhyme
When the silence of Violence is here; we know that God is near. Everyone’s fear will disappear; When we find the love that God hold’s dear. He touched the world with his heart; Now it’s time for a new start. Let the Silence of violence stand so that we can protect our land. Thank God that we are finally here to share the love that God holds dear. Lets bring back the hope that God believes in the most. With Peace in the world we would all be priceless pearls. Lets love not fight; Lets show our children how God can make everything alright. Love thy neighbor and thy friend, we will all be blessed in thee end. Violence free is what I want the world to be. Violence free will start a New History. If we lead by example our children will be the perfect sample; Of what life could be if our world is Violence Free. So let’s Silence The Violence for a PEACEFUL ENVIROMENT and let’s Silence The Violence for God’s SPIRITUAL GUIDENCE. Bless our City for we need GOD not GUNS. God Bless our City for we have Won. VICTORY OVER VIOLENCE is what I see for a happy and SAFE COMMUNITY.
MUCH LOVE
SONYA ARRINGTON
Categories:
sonya, peace, god, world, children,
Form:
Choka
There was a waitress named Sonya,
That the bosses were really quite fonda,
But whenever she sneezed,
The customers weren't pleased,
Cause she''d always spill coffee on ya.
One such customer's name was Gill,
He'd just about had his fill,
When she returned with the urn,
He claimed he was burned,
And refused to pay his bill.
Now Gill's wife's name was Sue Beck
And she started giving him heck,
She thought Gill a poop,
And she gave him the boot,
So the boss up and paid her check.
So Sue Beck was happy as was the boss,
But Gill was burnt with integrity lost,
So he went back home and picked a bone,
And that's when his bags were tossed.
Now the moral of this story is scary,
and pertains to any Tom, Gill or Harry,
If you burn your torso, just go with the flow,
and be wary of the woman you marry!
Categories:
sonya, funnyintegrity,
Form:
Limerick
BRING THEM IN (AN ANSWER TO USHER HIM OUT)
Holy Father
I am a devout woman
What is wrong today, With our brothers
Those proclaimed in the church
Self righteous
Haughty
In pride
Claiming to be on mine and God's side
Ushered in, ushered out
Holy Father
Turn about
Change those that lie
Seek the face of them that deny
Stop the many women who cry
Bring them in
Give our men the true mind of Christ
Father help them be honest inside and out of church
We need men of integrity
Men of honor Christ like
This makes better man a husband to be for a wife
Let the men in church put the church in them
Ushered in, ushered out
Holy Father
Turn about
Change those that lie
Seek the face of them that deny
Stop the many women who cry
Bring them in
Women let's take a stand
Lets not settle for just anything
Bring them in, Lord bring them in
In the churches in the lands
Change them Father God, We need God fearing men
Bring them in, Bring them in
Ushered in ushered out
Change both those hearts
Let the women be a helpmate
Let the man follow God as we all should follow Christ
In the streets, the homes, in church day and night
Let us worship and praise,
Let the woman be not dismayed
Bring them in
Change their hearts and minds
Bring them in to the life of Christ
7/20/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
~Dedicated dramatic Verse to poetess “Sonya Stewart” as an answer her “Usher Him Out” poem
Categories:
sonya, community, identity, inspirational love,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
This poem was written for my friend Sonya Mako Wong
Kung Fu Chop Suey
On my twenty-fifth birthday off to China's best travelled I went
So very unfruitful and unaware I enormously lost all my money thus spent,
Then I entered a Chinese restaurant and telephoned Tonya Chang's,
Alas, I'd aimed to relinquish my yearnings of humble hunger pangs.
In a strategic moment, I ordered chop suey and a plate full of spring rolls,
Also, a full bottle of plonk to keep out the shivering unwanted cold
I ate so fast and drank like a half drowned starved tinkler,
Putting my hands in my pockets, found nothing but frozen fingers.
Found out I did not have enough money to pay for the food bill
Right there and then decided to leave when it was quiet and so still,
But then once outside, all to my eyes was shocked with utter surprise,
Were all the waiters standing there with venom in their piercing eyes!
They all did many kungFu chops unto my veiled eyes, then stamped on my head
their obvious contempt was to leave me so bruised and so very dead,
They attacked me like a lunging tiger in heat, then I was so still and prone,
For my blood had rippled and muscles were strung out and splintered right to the bone.
They surely unravelled me, inadequately back then that was so very sure,
A quite eventful birthday present to remember full of much violence and gore
I lay in a hospital for an extended six or seven long months or weeks,
All this had happened for a simple plate of chop suey and fresh leaks.
You do plenty of silly things when your young-ha ha! And that was all a blur!!
Categories:
sonya, city, dedication, friend, friendship,
Form:
Rhyme
Johnny Cage... Be enraged
Liu Kang... Look in your knowledge angles
Scorpion... Seek only your personality I opening
Sonya... Shaping omnipotent ye alpha
Sub- Zero... Substituting away from cold emotions
Kano... Knowing volcano
Raiden... Rainbows in divine's energy knowledge
Categories:
sonya, imagination, inspiration, visionary,
Form:
All the celebreties left,
Only to appear on screen.
Sonya Henje favorite skater and ice princess,
Model for future skaters.
Politicians of the past,
Fading with excellence.
The age they said,
Retirement alluring and final.
The iron curtain, a dangerous passage,
Gone, no memory and a flight to freeedom.
Miracles from the papal realm,
A church of God guiding.
The perfect man elusive and evading
At a senior age, daring to be young again.
Futures like the past,
Pioneering reality and simplicity.
Stop and listen to wisdom,
A retreat to the cottage country.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Categories:
sonya, caregiving, faith, friendship, holiday,
Form:
Free verse
Octobar 12
Dear Oprah,
I know that every day you get a million letters. From people doing good. People
doing bad and people doing better. And I know Miss Oprah, that out them million letters,
maybe you read only one. But I want to tell you about my life before it's over and done.
People say on the list of things they never want to be, being sick or dying is first. I
say, being ugly and unloved is far worse, cause that just stick to you your whole life
like a curse.
My name is Correne and I'm one of the ones doing bad. And Miss Oprah My life is so sad.
I know there is a good reason you don't write back. But life just here for a season, and
then it's gone just like one of Sonya lilacs.
Yisterday I would have did suicide, but Ettie had used the last Tylenal aspirin the day
before- for her migraine headache wouldn't hurt no more. I could have used Willies World
War II gun, but it's been seven years since he had money to buy bullets. I'm scared of
guns and I don't know if I have strength to pull it. And unfortunate we lives in one story
house so the roof aint high enough to jump off anyway. So I guess Miss Oprah, I'm going to
live to see another day. Maybe I come up with another way.
****************************************
Dear Oprah,
Some time I write you letter in my room at night. Aunt Ettie shout at me, I aint made of
money, turn off that God darn light. When she scream like that, I cry and get tears on the
letter, and I hope in my head that tomorrow will be better.
Today I sit back on Ettie Sofa and smile 'cause I'm watching your show, Big Josh say,
Oprah cant help you. Most you ever goin to be is a fat ugly Ho. Last week he get so mad he
molest me on the couch while I was watching your show. I reach to turn off the TV. he say,
leave it on! I want Oprah to see. While he mess with me, I think bout how your show tell
people to hold on. I want to fight him off me, but he so strong. He cuss me when I tell
him he doing wrong.
I think it take a whole ocean to hold just half of my sorrow. I hear Ettie coming,
Oprah. I write you again tomorrow...
Categories:
sonya, depression, inspirational, recovery from...,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
I’m facing a challenge and I’m taking bets
That I can remember the names of my pets
There’s Tommy and Jonnie and Sally and Barry
The one over there I believe might be Harry
Tiddles and Wriggles and Bruno and Gerry
Never stray far from their bestest mate Terry
But Sue, Lou and Nancy, Alberto And Drew
Appear to be loners, a bit like Baloo
That crowd to one side hang around in a gang
But seem to be led by Mei Ling and Chang
Now, can I recall who the rest of them are
I’ll try but they all look the same from afar
Lee, James, Amanda, Frank, Annie and Les
Annabelle, Gilbert, Wilbert and Dez
Sonya, Sam, Lesley-Anne, Mary-Lou, Bess
Stephanie, Bethany, Cuthbert and Jess
Edward and Jedward, Samson and Ben
Zebedee, Gerry-Lee, Timothy, Jen
Josh, Tod and Spartacus, Abbie and Sid
Oliver, Gulliver, Billy the Kid
There’s Tyson and Dyson, and Eric and Jim
And Betty and Hetty, Jemima and Kim
I got them from someone who lives down the road
And carried them all to my humble abode
I needed no crate cos the breeder had bowls
He told me that’s how one should carry tadpoles
Categories:
sonya, animal, pets,
Form:
Rhyme
Still I cry since the day you died. I often ask myself WHY? Why did you die, Why did you leave me here all alone to cry. I cry all day and I cry all night oh dear LORD that not right. My heart is broken and my heart is SAD there is so much anger in my life it makes me MAD. Your death has made me STAND STRONG and fight for the INJUSTICE that did you wrong. For each life that I save that will be a ROSE placed your grave to let everyone know YOUR LIFE COULD have been SAVED. Still I cry under GOD’S watchful eye and I hope THAT other PARENT don’t have to ask the question WHY like I. With every breath that I take and every tear that I cry I will always LOVE you and everyone will know WHY. You were my BABY, you were my SON you are the reason why I remain STRONG and one day you will be back in my Arms. With grief there is pain, with grief there is sorrow but with grief there is always a tomorrow. We will always MISS you, we will always LOVE you and I thank GOD for the timed we shared with YOU. With this knife in my heart I will stand STRONG with this KNIFE in my heart I will never be alone. You are my ANGEL and you are my GUIDE you are the reason why I survived. GOD has chosen me to be POSITIVE guide in other children lives so no THAT other Parent’s can watch their child DIE. I will be a POSITVE influence in their children’s lives because I know how it feels when your child dies. You were a POSITIVE in my LIFE so now I know what it take to make a sacrifice and the death of a child is not right NO ONE PARENT SHOULD EVER HAVE TO MAKE SUCH A SACRIFICE.
WRITTEN IN MEMORY OF MY SON STEVE ARRINGTON II (RAIN)
BY SONYA ARRINGTON
Categories:
sonya, death, day, child, life,
Form:
Don't hurt me!
I know my black skin blinds your rationality
But don't hurt me!
I am a mother, I shouldn't have to birth your bullets too
Don't Hurt me!
I said don't hurt me
Yet your offensive behavior drowns my defenseless heart
Palms up, don't hurt me
I see you are going to hurt me
Lord, my God, my Father, I rebuke this fear in your name
I rebuke this cycle of minus one
I rebuke this protection because only your hands can bandage what the badge has stole
Protect and Serve safeguards it's employees more than the people
Are we even people to you?
Don't hurt me, turns into pain washed by tears, wiped away by God
My daughter you don't have to hurt anymore
Thank you Jesus, please watch over my family, friends, and people
p.s. will death ever pay the debt of freedom...
Categories:
sonya, birth, death, faith, mother,
Form:
Blank verse
What’s a lovely girl like you doing in a dump like this.
I own it.
That course I took is working well.
Was that the diplomatic course.
It was, have you been on it.
Have I asked you any stupid questions.
Not yet, but give it time.
Ask me another question.
What’s your name.
Sonya.
You’re kidding, did your parents not like you.
Did you actually attend that course?
Well, i sort of started the online application, but this **** site popped up, and I got distracted.
Did anything else pop up.
That’s quite witty, Sonya.
It wasn’t meant to be. I was meaning, did any religious sites pop up.
Well, they do say God works in mysterious ways. So I’m thinking he came through as busty Bertha from Berlin.
Are you a bit rusty chatting up women?
Well, I have just come out of a long term relationship.
Sorry to hear that, how long were you together.
A week.
Wish I hadn’t asked now. Was that a full week.
Well, a week is a week.
Not necessarily, it might have been Saturday, Sunday.
I suppose so.
So was it.
No, it was Wednesday, Saturday.
So technically it was four days.
If you want to be pedantic about it.
What about your relationship before that.
Eight days.
What’s your longest relationship.
Three weeks.
That must have seemed like a marriage to you.
Actually, my wife died tragically.
I’m really sorry, that was insensitive of me.
Only kidding, Sonya, she ran off with the window cleaner. The windows have never recovered.
My God, you’re a train wreck.
You want to be on that train, don’t you, Sonya.
I do, I actually want to go out with you. Why the hell do I want to go out with you.
Well Sonya, if you don’t go out with me. Then one fine day you’ll marry this boring guy, and I’ll be at the back of your mind.
But in my mind, I’ve already dumped you.
Not necessarily Sonya, this could be a match made in heaven.
It won't be, I’ve already known you five minutes, and already you’re doing my head in.
Well that is a sort of relationship, is it not.
I suppose so. I don’t even know your name.
It’s Paul.
Paul, did your parents not like you.
Do you see what you did there, Sonya?
OMG, I’ve become you, how the hell did that happen.
I’m not sure Sonya, maybe we shouldn’t go out together.
No, we must, it’s like I need to go out with you for my sanity’s sake.
Okay Sonya, pick you up at eight tomorrow night...
Categories:
sonya, funny love, girl, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
On 9/11 god turned on all the light in heaven.
Some love one’s were lost; some love one’s
were found; but the memory of 9/11 will
always be around. I remember the sound; when
the World Trade Center fell to the ground. All
those people running around; All those people
looking for safe ground. All I could hear was
those last minute prayers; All I could hear is
everyone wishing that god was there. ( The fear
of 9/11 makes me think of all those angles in
heaven). If we put our trust into gods hands;
He will bless all the people in the promise land.
We will always remember 9/11 when god turned
off all the lights in heaven; sleep angels and be
at peace in gods holy sleep.
By: Sonya Arrington
Categories:
sonya, inspirational, god, people, god,
Form: