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Normally, I'd not "Dare" choose just one poet
to honor. This time I have, hoping I don't blow it.
I've chosen to break my "Silence" in "Gratitude"
for "Captain Tom," a man who has a great attitude.
He posts "Footle x 20" and genius "Covid Limericks."
Ribald anecdotes that make us smile, just for kicks.
I pay "A Tribute" to his cleverness and amusing wit.
He could stand at "Hells Gates" with "True Grit."
We've all enjoyed his "Lockdown Humour" on site.
He's not afraid of "Confrontation," and will fight
with "A Rattling Rhyme" written with "Sharp Sword."
Tom's historical epic writes never leave me bored.
He shines like "Northern Lights" in "The Night Sky."
Believes in God, if you read his Etheree, "The Magi."
Tom Cunningham offers "Wise Words to Ponder"
from many years of traveling, hither and yonder.
He's usually the first to announce poem of the day.
Poetry Soup is like "The Zoo" with lots of wordplay.
It's been a "Ghost Town" when "True Angels" left
leaving Tom feeling very sad and terribly bereft.
He wrote "If I Ruled The World" I'd have a goal...
There'd be no bullies or "Gremlins in My Soup Bowl!"
Then post "A Few Limericks to Lighten Your Mood."
Mark my words; Captain Tom can be mighty shrewd.
At "Daybreak" he might be hard to find, out of reach.
Likely, he's taking "An Early Morning Walk on the Beach."
A little "Red Wine" and he gets into "Mischief," and yet,
I doubt Tom often walked on "The Highway of Regret."
He's a man of morals, so "Don't Criticize" my choice.
"In Times Like These" I appreciate his fine poetic voice.
Tom is a loyal friend; who genuinely seems to care.
On "Life's Journey," he's not ready for "The Rocking Chair."
June 3, 2021
Title Wave Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Rick Lamoureux
In tribute to Tom Cunningham ~ gentleman and poet
Dear Tom
If I had the courage to speak from the heart
Ladybirds of redness would sing from
It.
I imagined my pain was of your making
But it was only the making of life.
Now I'm alive like a ladybug.
Still small but making my way bravely
Forward and backward and forward again.
Now more smoothly and flying at times.
Dear Tom
If I could speak from my heart
I'd say
Nails have been stuck in my chest
After you left.
I cared about each one of your steps
I could not witness you make.
It was the kind of loving I wanted for myself.
Dear Tom.
Your silence is empty like a heart that's
Been shut -
But I give myself to it and I'm full of it
Now.
I call things for what they are
Too. Do you hear ?
Cause shying away from the heart
Keeps it shut.
Dear Tom
I imagined you could be my home but
This was my bad.
Like I could have owned your being and
Fill it with mine.
That's not loving, that's owning.
Colonising. I retract.
Dear Tom,
I honour your spirit.
May it be freer and freer
With each day like a ladybug
That flies it's own
Own
Own way.
Sassy had spent many a night hearing the howling from the alley.
It was Wild Tom and his band of crooners, they did not dilly dally.
She had batted her eyes, been through a marriage or two.
But her love was always secretly for Wild Tom, and his motley crew.
His band knew, so they serenaded her and her kittens at the window.
An apartment cat, Sassy's world did not collide with those below.
She spent many a pleasant day listening to the crooners of the street.
Never expecting that she and the crew or Wild Tom would ever meet.
By happenstance, Wild Tom ran out in front of a car one spring day.
The driver was her owner, Sue, who took him to a vet right away.
Vet patched him up, but he was not ready to roam back in the street.
So Sue brought Wild Tom home, a move that could not be beat.
Wild Tom did not recognize the pretty nurse who brought his cup.
He had seen Sassy many times in many years, but never this close up.
After he recovered, they had fallen in love, inside the window pane.
Sue kept him, so the love couple could together always watch the rain.
Tom's Cat Tom
by Joan Donnelly Ellis (intended as a picture story book for children)
Some cats are really ugly and others are really cute, like mine, Bart. Bart can be bad though. He is sometimes up to no good. One day he ate my dad's goldfish. Bart likes goldfish. They don't like him back.
Wanna know something funny? My friend, Tom Murphy has a Tom Cat that he named Tom after himself. Tom gets bored a lot and so does his lazy cat, Tom. He just lies on the couch all day. At least that is what I first thought., that the cat was lazy, you know. Then I started to observe him more closely. After a week or so I realized the feline just pretends to be sleeping but he really doesn't close his eyes all the way shut. I think he is not as lazy as he makes out to be. Often it seems that the cat Tom is engaged in serious contemplation. He might be planning some mischief. Yes, Tom has something up his sleeve I decided and as soon as he's left alone in the house BAM! He'll be off getting into trouble . Last time he was left alone the Murphy's and I believe Tom terrorized San Quentin, the Parrot. We found a mess of Quent's feathers in his cage and on the floor below. Not only that but whenever the cat Tom was near Quent would make frightening noises. I told Tom, my friend , not his cat, that we ought to get those fellows from Forensic Files to do an investigation. Tom didn't like the idea much. Said he didn't think ruffling a few feathers was a serious crime.
I glanced at Quent who was curled up on the window seat and I swear he had a "Nice Try" smirk on his face as he glared back at me . In response, I
walked to the kitchen, and lifted Quent's Temptation Treats from the counter.
He jumped off the window seat and hurried to the kitchen. As he gazed lovingly at me with his bright green eyes, I stepped on the peddle of the trash can. When the lid opened I dumped the treats in and closed the lid. Some kids are really ugly and others are really cute. Since I'm a bird lover, I don't give a hoot.
Form:
Tom writes from A acrostic to V villanelle
o what a story he can tell
moment to moment you are under his spell
"Couldn't sleep the night before my head was banging"
u said it all in "A funny thing happened on the way to my hanging"
never naughty with pen in hand
now here is our poet let's all stand
i admire his talent and his pen
now teach me how to write zen
going to write we will say amen
he fell in love with Footle poems again
a poet he kept them ongoing
my time is up-so Tom keep writing
Date Written: 1/5/2021 Acrostic Rhyme
Quotes from "A funny thing happened on the way to my hanging" AND "Couldn't sleep the night before my head was banging" Written on 4th July 2018 Poet: Tom Cunningham
1 Place
ALL YOURS (Mar 14) Contest Judged:3/13/2021 and Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Have you ever had one of those days
On the wrong side of the bed, bad days
When everything right went wrong
Cause the ding had lost it's dong
Ouch, Mr. Sun came peeking in
Up from bed and banged your shin
Leaky, full toilet overflowed
Damn, you stubbed your other big toe
Times like this: don't you love those days
Hardly anything seems to go your way?
Is little Johnnie turning green
Splat! Is that doggie ice cream?
Gas oven took a dump
Everyone’s oatmeal was in clumps
The kids were late AGAIN for school
Wasn’t that traffic cop a tool?
Oh, you should've just stayed in bed!
Rolled back over and called in dead…
Shoot! An hour late for work
Emptied Starbucks on your shirt
Dare you ask how this could get worse?
Others think you're such a jerk.
Next, the boss comes barging in
Tells you,"Look for work again"
Everything was going wrong
Vacation's gonna be a little long
Even your wife’s rope is at an end
Now she says, "Let's just be friends"
An asteroid fell from the skies
Smashed the beer between the thighs
Kick yourself for getting out of bed
a fun collaboration with the incomparable Tom Quigley
Tom, the rebel cat was obstinate and stray
Though active, intelligent, quick and strong,
He always kept himself unfed for long
Till he hunted and got his own prey
His old master, for this, had kept
A set distance for him to move about and mew ;
He did it often with a straight tail, skew
Till he had to take his hunting stance inept
Miss. Havisham, senile and fastidious ,had chosen
Molly the freckled cat and dressed her well,
In colours, scarf and on the head a hat, swell
She was most pampered and with over- care frozen
Molly, despite alarm had learnt not to move,
And at all odds and ends around stay cool;
Her custodian had made a hard rule :
'Avoid all male creatures and never make friends'.
Things went well and Molly turned saucy,
Ever floating in a world dreamy and sly ;
The changing wave entered the casement high;
And before her, slouched Tom the proposer ,classy :
' This is Tom, from the house across the parapet
' I have watched you closely and from far
' With love, I find we are upto par '
Molly waited not, as if things were all set
Right under the pointed nose of the old lady
The duo strode ; and Tom did smirk
And mewed , finding that his own ways do well work :
' Right proposals rid of lapses and all malady'...!
I did not realize I am a waiting room peeping tom princess until today.
When I first arrived, I made a mistake and laughed when an
older lady was yelling into the phone about what a
loser her grandson was for leaving her here without a ride home.
This earned me a stellar glare from screechy wheel-chaired crone.
I pretend I am not observing any of them,
Glance around swiftly once in a while so
They realize I am not a corpse, pretending
To be completely uninterested in what the other six are doing.
I am not noticing any of you at all, I pretend loudly.
A new player, an older gentleman, dressed in long gray shorts, and hairy legs arrives.
Can we help you sir?
I am looking for my….
DADDY!
Twenty-something girl who has had her head down almost between her knees since she arrived
Does not rise, but she puts her hands out, and the man in the red
And white Hawaiian shirt who just entered, races toward his offspring.
There is loud sobbing now, the first interesting thing she has done.
Daddy rudely sits behind a pole, so I can only see head-down girl.
She is beyond being consoled.
He speaks in soothing low tones.
Sometimes all you need is your dad
Sometimes you just want to make a show; hers is quite the little performance.
I start writing down the phone conversation mascara woman is having next to me.
She is ever more interesting.
Not feeling a bit guilty for being the creepy waiting room peeping tom princess that I apparently am.
Tom’s the longest-serving member,
Of the British para-rowing squad,
Because whilst at a party, thunder,
He fell, slipped with all his quad.
He played rugby for Warwick Uni,
Because he lived for, loved sport,
But Coventry’s hospital said he,
Was paralysed, their true report.
As part of his long rehabilitation,
He took up rowing which he raved,
And so grossed the competition,
In Beijing 2008 which he engraved.
He went from the 2007 Worlds -
The World Rowing Championships,
Where he won gold, short words,
To opportune a gold in 2008 hips.
In 2009, Portugal at the WRC’s,
He took another gold medal fair,
And again in 2010 he won the seas,
And yet again in 2011, he did heir.
So in 2014 at the World Champs,
He won a silver in Amsterdam,
And in 2015 in France with amps,
He took another silver gram.
Tom was born 24th May in 1984,
As an eighties discotheque child;
He lives in Caversham, his door,
Into the world of contests dialled.
Forgive intrusion in the fray
I'm making comments today
Tom's limericks, three
were cute as can be
But of Kim and Jack, I must say.....
We all know how well Kim can write
She graces each page of the site
But limerick queen
Jan is a machine
There's no cause to argue or fight (all done in fun)
Limerick's have a syllable count
Ya can't use just any ol amount
Jack uses too many
His words aplenty
It's a problem he must surmount
It's the same with Shakespeare's sonnet
No matter whose name is on it
There's one Scotland Yard
And only one Bard
No imitators, doggone it
Don't get stalled with rhyme and meter
Sometimes prose can read much sweeter
Write what's in your heart
Poetry is art
Pick up your pen and don't teeter
No showdowns here; we're having fun
Put away your slingshot and gun
Not calling the law
Just havin' a jaw
Don't run me out of town...I'm done