Best Toms Poems

In a show of manic one-upmanship
With my wife saying, “Just get a grip.”
I planned an adventure to show I’m well travelled
The spoiler to that is the whole thing unravelled

I looked at the brochures and boy was I keen
Determined to find somewhere Tom hadn’t been
That man...

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Tom, do you know “THE CUNNINGHAM NEWS” is read by one and all,
The World anxiously waiting to celebrate upon hearing about Putin’s fall,
I can understand how Ukrainian deaths will dampen Ukraine’s victory call,
But winning this war with glorious hearts, their reward, to feel ten foot...

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It was promising to be a cloudy grey day if things held up' still what can you expect in England in Janruary Tom reasoned, he was already considering how far behind he might be in the days tasks at 9'45 in the morning! Oh well...

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TOM’S TURKEY ANTICS

Tom Cunningham, cunning with his limericks.
Slick and sassy, a bit devilish too. If he were
Santa, his bag would be full of not toys but lists
of sensational poetics for adult boys and girls.

Tom’s turkey antics have him roasting Polly,
handcuffing Santa, whip-creaming Rudolph.
Oh the things...

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Tom’s Surprise 80th Birthday Party
Haskell F.W.B. Church
12-5-2018

My spring of life contained pregnant clouds,
Almost as if suspended by parachute shrouds;
Now, winter has painted it with shades of grey,
But then, eighty years, has been a lengthy stay.
Now, last night, for me a surprise 80th birthday party,
Fellowship, gifts,...

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Toms scavenging hard
An elder, a young
Scraps, wraps and boxes
In gardens and streets
A meal of litter

A home is there
All clothes are worn
Love is alive
School-friends hunting

Strategy
Accomplished
Strong technique

“Got food?”
“Finished?”
Hungry

Food...

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The soldier bravely trod the sod,
The sod he chose to tread was fine,
Until he trod upon a mine,
His apparel was left in disarray,
Because he chose to die that way!

Hold on, I hear you say or sigh,
He did not choose that way to die!
It was his...

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She is a chubby dancer, but the toms don’t mind.
She has such pussyfooting moods, and she is fine.
This was said by a wild alley cat, a friend of mine.
He did not know it was a put down, for he is kind....

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[I really must learn to read the contest’s rules
before writing the damned poem...
What follows is not twelve lines!]


It was a good morning until
My face was shoved under the grill
With only six lives left within me
This charcoaled cat shot up the chimney

I fell from the roof...

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We three toms of Laredo are
Running from a sheriff's star
Westward leading, still proceeding
Soon hiding in Kitty's fancy Cat House Bar...

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Tom’s Prayer
(From my archives)
Posted 8/20/21

Lord,
Give me a greater desire
to be as the tree,

One willing to stand all day
with arms outstretched toward you.

Doing those things for others
that only you will see.
Amen
...

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Tom’s Thoughts
August 22, 2020
2:30 AM

Sometimes, like comets, thoughts rush by,
as dust bunnies escaping from an unquiet mind.

Drinking from a pool that’s polluted by hate,
will leave a craving that’s never satisfied.

Those who bathe in entitlement’s pool,
remain each morning, a lazy, unclean fool.

We drink our fill from...

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Dark Lord of the Toms was a lone wolf
Hiding out in a cellar, drinking his red wine
The other Toms did not dare invade his turf
He had made it clear he preferred being alone
Women were scared, for he had a dangerous look
They tried to send their...

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In our wigwams we hear tom-toms
Like hearts beating out a greeting;
Seasons in tune with thirteen moons.

In the moon of red grass.
Let the white man come.
There is room enough for all.

In the moon of green grass.
Let the white man come.
There is grass enough for all.

In the...

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