Best Tony Poems
Our friends invited us to their farm,
And were introduced to Tony
Their pony, who had delectable charm,
On his forehead was a star,
Which I noticed from afar,
He had already spotted spotted me,
From way beyond the cedar tree.
He stole my heart,
Right from the start,
He seemed incredibly tame,
Wanting to play a game,
I was advised not to touch
Him too much,
Lest he bite
And give me a fright,
But sure, it was furthest from his mind,
For he looked adorable and so kind.
He gently nuzzled into my hand,
As his hooves kicked
And sprayed up sand,
He was such a soothing sight,
Was sure I'd dream of him tonight.
Was also advised not to give him food,
But could see he was eying my apple,
And in the mood,
For a tasty munch,
I gave it to him, and he finished
It with a loud crunch.
Sunday arrived, it was time to leave,
Tony ever so slightly, tugged
At my cardigan sleeve,
We fondly looked at one another,
Though we had never known each other.
Tony, I said, whilst stroking his nose,
He stood beside me ever so close,
I hear you are soon to be a dad,
You must feel very proud and glad,
I'm sure you and your lady
Will adore your baby foal
Who will steal your heart,
As you did mine from the start.
Do you know the self-control that it takes,
To only eat one bowl of Frosted Flakes?
To eat the box is my goal,
So I’ll use a mixing bowl,
And pour on the milk like it comes in lakes.
You put up the numbers
Year after year.
You faced every pitcher
Having no fear.
You have a great eye.
The best of them all.
You made it look easy
When you contact the ball.
A pitch in the strike zone
You gave it a slap.
Singles and doubles
Were scored in the gaps.
Over two hundred hits
Five different seasons.
Over thirty-one hundred
Hall of fame reasons.
You batted an average
Three thirty-eight.
Over twenty straight years.
I'm just saying that's great.
Eight batting titles
With the very same team.
For today’s average player
It's only a dream.
Out in right field
You were a cut above.
And for your great play
Won five golden gloves.
You stole 300 bases.
Most never knew.
Your career strike outs
Were so very few.
So now you stand
In the hall of fame.
As one of the greatest
To have played the game.
Another sad day for the Corps
At the passing of a good lad
A loving husband
A fantastic dad
Airborne blood running through your veins
Leading from the front pulling those reins
Inspiring your men to do there best
A true gent and friend I do not jest
A real pleasure to have served with you
In Blandford and elmpt to name but a few
I knew you as geordie on our class 1
Now that was a course we had great fun
Pride and teamwork some values you had
Jumping out of planes you were mad
On terra firma football was your game
The Corps team won't ever be the same
Condolences go out to family far a wide
A true legend just can not hide
Up in heaven looking over us
Keeping calm saying what's the fuss
Stand easy Tony your pain is gone
Your legacy of life will go on
As this poem comes to an end
I raise a glass for a strong leader and friend
Certa Cito
Strumming along to a troubadour's lament
tears pool and flow while I press
the strings playing out the notes
forcing myself as
I struggle to forge forward
overcome with a sorrow beyond sorrows
and a grief with no relief
Through the rhythm of the music
my heart relaxes
the timing, the tempo
measured with intimate design
the lyrics vibrate softly
streams of colorful patterns
hues of indigos and yellows
suffuse my mind
resonate within and through me
soothing the jarring cacophony
unblocking the dark kaleidoscopic roots
strangling my bright spirit
and writhing aspiring soul
It’s times like these
I know I’ll be calmed
as I cradle my guitar
and let the tears fall and wash away
this incessant tempestuous scourge
with the prayerful affirmations
It's time to put it away
rest its strings
along with the gnawing merciless
uncertainties
My name is not Tony Montana
No, I'am not a nature born killer
The heroine is not embedded in veins
I'am always drug free like the quotes states
ride or die don't get
high off your own supply
My name is not Tony Montana
I'am not a gangsters
I'am that Bruce Lee the one you don't want to mess with
One blow to the head and the second blow to the chest
consider yourself knocked out
For sure I have skillz like that
My name is not Tony Montana
Tattoo this to your forehead
No wankster
No drug dealer
No gangster
Check the profile I hit the school books
not the streets
I know how to say no to a situation
that may cause destruction in my life
No my name is not Tony Montana
Say no to drug
Say yes to school and a job
So you can have a healthy stable life
By Shaniki Smith
Date: April 17, 2016
Tony
A friend phoned me one evening spilling out despair
his life was such a burden he wanted to end it there,
we discussed the consequences for he knew I’d seen a lot
of the souls who travelled that way when they too had lost the plot.
Though we talked for hours and hours I could hear it in his voice
that his life was nearly over as he felt he had no choice,
in despair I told him everything I’d met along the way
about souls who’d been abandoned and still lost until this day.
There was no way I could help him for his problems were too great,
he decided that to cure them was to be his final fate.
His wife found him two weeks later hanging, strangled by his tie,
and forever I‘ll be asking... did he really have to die?
Now this man was loved by colleagues but he had a troubled life
caused by comfort in a bottle and the stress of family life.
There is nothing that I told him that could even let him see
that the hell that he would enter would not let his soul be free.
Now when I think of Tony I wish him nought but well
and I hope that he has managed to release himself from hell
for he was a friend and colleague that I failed to help that day
even though I’d tried to warn him of the price he’d have to pay.
Ivor G Davies
Beautiful San Francisco
In Northern California,
By the Bay,
There it is,
That beautiful city,
It’s the city Tony Bennett
Sings of
“I Left My Heart in San Francisco”
Those lovely trolley cars,
Make it so unique,
Nob Hill, a street we all know,
Fisherman’s Wharf, an interesting
Array of shops,
That famous Golden Gate Bridge,
My Dad told us he sailed by it
On his way to Korea,
During the Korean War,
My whole family got to see
San Francisco,
For my Dad, it was special,
Home to the 49ers football team,
Beautiful San Francisco,
In Northern California,
By the Bay,
There it is,
That Beautiful City,
It’s the city Tony Bennett
Sings of
“I Left My Heart in San Francisco”.
Celine Rose Mariotti
He was born to Joseph and Delia near Galway Bay,
He lived on a farm and there he would stay.
With Oliver, Kitty, Sean, Gertie and Annamae,
And with Maureen, Eugene, Eamon and PJ.
Two brothers died right after they were born,
But it was Vincent that died one fretful morn.
For Tony had heard the Banshee Wail,
If you're Irish you're sure to know the tale.
The years went by quickly and life was just dandy,
For Tony was strong and on the farm he was handy.
But his Auntie Annie called to say "I miss you dear",
Come to America sure there's nothing to fear.
You can hop on a boat as I once did,
You're growing up now and no longer a kid.
You'll no longer have to spend you're days plowing the land,
I will find you work at this hotel so grand.
Your brothers are here that's lucky for you,
And I'm working on Nan and Curley, too!
So off he went to spend the rest of his life,
And there he would meet his beautiful wife.
Together they have a lovely daughter and five fine sons,
They have several grand and great granddaughters and grandsons.
He would make you a pie for a good cup of tea,
Just make sure it didn't taste like "hare's pee".
He would tell stories that filled us all with delight,
Then played his accordion throughout the wee hours of night.
Throughout the years there's been laughter and tears,
But sadly we had to say goodbye after ninety-one years.
You were such a great man, Tony, we all know it's true,
We will miss you dearly and we will always love you.
My name is not Tony Montana
No I'am not a nature born killer
The heroine is not embedded in my veins
I'am always drug free like the quote states
ride or die
don't get high off your own supply
My name is not Tony Montana
I'am not a gangster
I'am that Bruce Lee the one you don't want to mess with
One blow to the head and the second blow to the chest
consider yourself knocked out
For sure I have skillz like that
My name is not Tony Montana
Tattoo this to your forehead
No wankster
No gangster
No drug dealer
Check the profile I hit the school books
not the streets
I know how to say no to situation that may cause destruction
in my life
No my name is not Tony Montana
Say no to drugs
Say yes to school and a job
So you can have a healthy stable life
The San Diego crowds you continued to amaze
in your twenty seasons playing for the Padres.
A lifetime batting average of .338
and over three thousand hits are feats so great.
As you played the outfield with fluid dexterity and grace,
the offense was ignited with your many times reaching base.
You helped lift your team from past mediocrity
to a prominent position of respectability.
You are taking your place among the best of the game
as your bronze plaque is displayed in the Hall of Fame.
Late but received her first cheque for alimony
Shot off to this new market based on a raving testimony
She circled and circled… was the ad phony?
No signs… no arrows… was it hidden this Chez Tony?
Suddenly a little hole in the wall behind some random pony!
Groceries for one, a dose of reality, the fish was bony
The smell reminiscent of rancid sanctimony
She settled for cheese and macaroni
a pound of baloney
in honour of their matrimony
and a devil cake for the irony
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Submitted on March 26, 2018 for contest A HIDDEN MARKET sponsored by JULIA WARD - RANKED 1ST
I can only imagine what it is to be
Chosen to receive a gift from me,
So please read on until you see,
Our sweetheat Linda-Marie.
Her grace is seen in her style,
Exuding charm, rejecting guile,
So if you’ll read her words a while,
Your reward will be a contented smile.
Her soul flies over like a dove,
Directing light from above,
Sensual like a black lace glove,
Showering us all with her love.
Adding her charm to our place,
Always elegant never base,
A beautiful heart with an angel face,
Linda-Marie is all style and grace.
Tony Ls DREAMS
great confusion of a poem,
of the tortoise and the gnome,
and i love the rabid flow,
and now i'm going home,
with introspection blown,
my derilection. LOVE IT MATE
Russell...
Ah the booze will get you down,
hangover bouncing round,
till your skull it rattles with the thunder,
your head smacks the ground,
the world goes round an round,
and that's why i'm here in the sweetest down under:)
Tony Lane’s Part
Said the proper Doctor Perkins to the Aussie from down under,
The phraseology of your utterances leave me in wide wonder.
How am I to understand the meaning of what you say?
Unless you teach Australian colloquialisms to me right away.
The Aussie looked the Doctor in the eye and here was his reply,
Then Don Added
Just dehydrate a dead dingo's donger, till it isn't any longer,
grind it down till he is feeling speyed,
Porkupine is great on the Aboriginal plate,
op rum is stronger without battery acid is stronger,
Old Croc will come by to draw me pay...
ps heard Traces contest wants 5 lines about friendship???