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A Special Tribute To A Special Poet Tom Cunningham

There is a special man we look up to.
Writing great poems on Poetry Soup.
His Limericks put a smile on our face, 
being from the great UK, his birthplace.
His adventures at Milton's Creek thrill us.
They are gripping tales to read, and a must.
The Master of story telling is he.
Writing awesome Poem's to enjoy and read.
Sharing his

ELEVATED GRADUATED- A DEDICATED VERSE TO ALFUNTIZE CUNNINGHAM-

Elevated GRADUATED-
A dedicated verse to Alfuntize Cunningham

Son, Brother, Entered forth into His Kingship
The vail is torn
The Crown I wear, I’ve worn
I’ve graduated yet rising
Birth in the heavenly, set apart before my mother’s womb;
A heavenly seed planted a royal priest bursting into the room;
I stand beholding, anointed, a mother’s son wearing her skin;
Kingdom thorn awaiting, birth

Tom Cunningham

Mr. Cunningham Tom
so nice to read his poems,
and pithy comments

Tom Cunningham Tribute, Repost

                   
               Tom Cunningham Tribute— Repost 

This acrostic is published in Poetry Soup’s very first Anthology! 
Many of you do know Tom… but

Mine Son Home-Dedicated Verse To Celebrate Candace Rodgers Son Alfonso Cunningham

My first born son shouts 
Where my mama at 
Ooh I'm on my way to go get my son 
he's in my heart 
he's above my head he shines down on and threw me
First born son you're coming home I'm bringing you home unto me
Physically
I'm your mama and I'm on my way to come and

- Poor Tom Cunningham -

Tom was going to Norway
                              arrival in Haugesund on Friday
                

Clerihew Cunningham

James Vincent Cunningham
was never one for a poetry slam
For he loved his poetry so concise
with latinstyle epigramsat oh so nice

Clerihew Cunningham

Alan Cuningham of Dumfries
with poesy would never cease
Rabbie Burns his father's mate
prompted Alan's poetry to create

Cunningham Vs Reaper

Tom Cunningham takes on the Grim Reaper
In couplets, divinely humorous and keepers!

Of these, please do not hesitate to read.
Of my fateful words, you’d better heed.

Lest you sit there with a dark frown,
Looking so much like a tragic clown.

Let’s raise a glass, then to Sir Cunningham!
The best, in creative, poetic journalism!


     

Hey Sir Cunningham

Loyal to the core and beyond no pretense
For years Tom and I have been loyal friends
Nothing's greater than that
My jolly old chap
My extra special friend right to the end

In Honor of Tom Cunningham

I heard the notification bell. Ding Dong. 
Nobody mails me, this time of night,
Only Tom Cunningham.!

With his joy in a a POTD, for a fellow poet,
be it man or a woman.
His unselfishness is astounding!
To sing of another-poet’s success is abounding.

God gave me a POTD today as an Easter gift!
And Tom screen shot it to me.
He

At War With Tom Cunningham

Sir Tom Cunningham
Has started a war
It will be a fight
Like never before….

For all Vegemite lovers
It is time to revolt
Even comparing Marmite to Vegemite
Is the ultimate insult!

So gloves off  Sir Cunningham 
Or are you now an Earl
You’ve now started a war
With the wrong Aussie girl!!

A Man For All Seasons, Tom Cunningham

Is exactly who you are!
There for us all, you are a humble, 
shining star.
When feeling down, you stand there
for me?
A humble poet, dedicated first, to
God’s divinity.
Then always, at work, you, serving humanity.
You are some special human, who never complains!
Not even in the midst of emotional rains.
You are the Angel of Poetry Soup!
The Lord placed me,

Why Kill - Inspired By Jallianwala Bagh Poem By Tom Cunningham

I don't understand why people kill
That too without feeling bad about it
Why are wars needed?
How does it matter if area of a country is small?
Why expand?
What purpose does it serve?
Common man merely wants to earn and eat
He seeks his happiness. 

When an army person shoots many dead
Doesn't he feel for their families
Only breadwinner dead, child

Position Impossible Ii - Collaboration With Tom Cunningham - Bawdy Warning

Aunt Ethel said to Uncle Fred,
Let’s attempt the starfish in bed,
Old Ethel insisted,
Till Fred’s back got twisted,
They best stick to sleeping instead!

Original poem by Jan Allison

Fred couldn't stand and was writhing in pain
Ethel was mad and looked on with disdain
So he took a blue pill
Then went in for the kill
And now performs like a stallion

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