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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Tony Blair, Tony Blair, where have you been? 
You’ve not been coming to London to visit the Queen
But you had seemed so close, meeting weekly when you were PM
You with your cheesy fake smile, waiting around 

For her to put on the right crown 
I...

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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...

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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,...

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