Johnny grew up hard,
where the streets were mean
His wits were usually sharp,
and his eyes were keen
Gigi was bright,
and a high school beauty queen,
John thought they were worlds apart
Not just different leagues,
and even though she made his soul sing
He thought:
"No way she'd ever go for a guy like me"
But turned out he was wrong, so pleasantly
Twenty years on and the life they've built
Couldn't be more amazing
By: J.N.R Dutton
Gigi welcome to the world
I am proud to be
You great grandfather
You sure needs lots of sleep
My Gigi
I now that later on you will
Be up
Now you started to cry
That is the only way you can
Communicate
With us
You must be hungry now
Gigi
It is breastfeed time
a sad, tragic day
frozen in mute disbelief
extremely surreal
Tribute:
More than one of the greatest and influential basketball players of all time, Kobe Bryant was a great human being, extremely humble, an intellectual sports icon. An American treasure who will be horribly missed.
RIP, Kobe Bryant: 1978-2020
RIP, Gianna Marie Bryant: 2006-2020
*Deepest condolences to the entire Bryant family*
Date: 01/26/2020
Liars distort, manipulate
do not willingly subjugate
little gossip and whopping lies
let integrity be the prize
Discernment be your lips cement
let the words of truth lament
keep true north, shun the dirty south,
for a fly does not enter a closed mouth
Entered Romany Proverb Poetry Contest
Sponsor Julia Ward
Dated 25/09/2019
bon vivant Gaston
precocious carefree Gigi. . .
courtesan or wife
Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Published 2018 in "Hollywood Haiku" via wattpad.com
Her death has caused us all to pause and think
My husbands heart has begun to sink
into the depths of despair
pausing to catch some air
never regaining total control
his mother’s death has taken a toll.
Eyes so blue, they’d light up the day
in everything she had her way,
Seven children she carried in all
before her death two were to fall.
Her life at times was very bleak,
but never could one call her weak,
she stood for what she believed in,
whether in goodness or a sin.
Daughter, Wife, and Mother to all
although she is gone she is not lost to all
Her spirit resides deep within,
her friends, kids, and grandchildren.
A woman I was glad to know,
for me her presence will always show
in the strength of my daughter as she grows,
strength she gained from a woman, she hardly knows.
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