Long Tom Poems
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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
Leopold was the most comfortable tom cat in the world of soul,
So relaxed, that others often begged him to know,
What can we do to be as cool and awesome as you?
They came to watch him slumber in his leopard shoe.
It was a stiletto with a curvy curve to die for.
Leopold lazed right down, and soon was in full snore.
One small kitten asked a question and was quickly escorted out.
Her mother was prissy about it, leaving with a tiny pout.
The rest of the observers watched, in awe, at this relaxed cat.
He was as confident as Top Dog, Garfield, and Baby King Louie Fat.
Slumbering away, as the gawkers watched him from this dismal alley.
We should move him to a safer space one said. She was removed from the galley.
Leopold opened one eye and told them lessons he would give.
For he knew how to relax, slumber, nap, be sloth like and live.
Some paid him up front, others went on a payment plan.
Your first step is to find a leopard shoe he said. He truly was the man!
He’s got a job, he works real heard,
Got an apartment, and a used car,
He puts in the hours, bears the scars
That is the path he’s on.
Gets a promotion, then moves away
To a nice suburb, he’s bound to stay,
With room for some kids to run and plan,
Even a space for his old mom.
Gets drinks with work friends, meets a girl
She smiles at him, and his whole world,
Comes to him as they wedding-dance twirl,
Another there is none.
He settles on in, is living his life
He’s found his was free of old strife,
A kid on the way; a fine, lovely wife,
He handles it with aplomb.
But those he once knew, sorely lack
the success he has, the winning track,
They say he’s forgotten being black,
They think that he did wrong.
The call him race-traitor, a sell-out.
Most vicious slurs, they do spout
their own ‘wokeness’ they loudly tout,
They call him ‘Uncle Tom.’
But he listens not, never again
will he let himself be defined by them,
His choices he’ll make until the end,
That is the path he’s on,
It’s a path both sweet and long.
I made a scrumptious chocolate birthday cake just for you
My only wish, I could deliver it, across the pond to you!
For two years straight, you stood behind me daily.
A trophy, you do deserve, not one day, but three
hundred sixty five, times two, for contacting by
comment or soup mail, you never failed me!
Such a unique poet you are, and endearing, indeed,
to so many.
Love, peppered with humility and peace, are on
your agenda daily.
Tom, you've gone way out of your way,
When I felt abysmally, horribly dismayed!
You are wise, like a philosopher, to recognize the real
poets here, from the phony.
And run from those, who post pure, arrogant baloney.
I wish you health and happiness for so many years.
Wish we could all go to a pub, raise a pint and wish
you happiness, with loving, poetic cheers!
Hugs from the USA,
Panagiota
2/16/2021
Tom Cunningham Tribute— Repost
This acrostic is published in Poetry Soup’s very first Anthology!
Many of you do know Tom… but have not read the tribute .You readers of Tom are familar with his smiling, welcoming face,and warm heart!
Here is Tom, on Saint Patrick’s Day, in a parade carrying the flag, he is so proud of!! The equally handsome gentleman to the left, is Tom’s brother, bearing the under end of the flag!
T_tendernesss and tolerance are his territory.
O_openness to all poets, too!
M_magnanimity and modesty, shine in this friend of mine!
C_compasstion and consideration, so outstanding.
U_understanding of the human soul he sees.
N_nice to all, marks his poetic gentility.
N_nobility glows in his poetry.
I_intelligence sparkles in all his works.
N_naturalness, nothing forced.
G_goodwill and graciousness he shows to all
H_humor and honesty,exceptional qualities.
A_amiability in comments to all
M_magnanimity he has, a virtue, esteemed.
3/24/2024
They say Tom Dula didn't do it
As it says in the Folk Song
They say Tom Dula didn't do it
And they got the verdict wrong
Some say it was Colonel Grayson
Among the suspects named
Some say it was Colonel Grayson
And they had Tom Dula framed.
Some say it was a triangle
One of love passion and hate
With him being an innocent
But for Tom Dula far too late
For if a verdict is wrong
And they come to realise
After applying a Death Penalty
It’s too late to apologise
They say Tom Dula didn't do it
As it says in the Folk Song
They say Tom Dula didn't do it
And they got the verdict wrong
You asked us not to cry when you have passed on
But we do not need handkerchiefs we need storm water drains
May the flash floods of tears irrigate your memory and wishes
To dance on your grave and be happy was your final request
When the funeral director has gone home to his family
We will respect your rebellion and turn over the soil
‘I expect you to wear happy clothes tie dye home-made batik
Hippie gowns and torn jeans covered in ink with messages
Not for the dead but for the living who gather in full colours’
As we write our final farewells onto the cardboard box
You designed for your coffin with crayons finger paint and
The mud of the earth you smile contagiously from inside
‘One flower only per person but you must bring worms
A few butterflies a handful of moths and a couple of rodents
Crack open the container that holds my remains for I must breathe’
It is midnight and a full moon invites kind witches and spells
Of Karma on broom sticks and a bonfire of faithful disbelief
Fireworks are in order because Tom likes to go out with a bang
We sing Hallelujahs ‘Bat out of Hell’ and ‘Stairway to Heaven’
‘Born to be Wild’ ‘Wish you were Here’ ‘Bridge over troubled waters’
Remember that voices aren't mute when they’re encouraged to speak
Sandalwood incense mixes with smell of roasted chestnuts and
Fig jam to honour the Buddha and pink lemonade for chakras
To caress emotional reason as we hand over your torch
‘Adults must play with Lego please’ you decreed ‘Life is a building’
‘Find me a unicorn and fix stick on tattoos of impermanent shine’
‘Adorn you skin with jester’s wisdom and henna or heart blood’
Now that we bid good fortune to the future we will light paper lanterns
Watch the wax melt slowly and the sun to rise for your final departure
We know that you will turn to compost but will watch over our lives
23rd June 2019
Tom turkey my dear feathered friend
Beheaded, plucked naked to the end
The stuffing is mixed and oh so moist
Flipped on your side we shout and rejoice
We shall feast on your flesh and suckle your juice
Tom turkey you are not a duck or a goose
A dark and a light meat of your choice
Some like it dry some like it moist
Potatoes and cranberries and squash and pie
Thank God for Tom turkey we must say goodbye
And now we are fed our bellys are full
Eye lids are drooping nap that I will
An hour or two till the turkey wears off
And hunger awakes me to eat more stuff
Pie and potatoes and squash and beans
Turkey tomatoes stuffing and greens.
Oh what a feeling so full My belly may bust
Until again next year just as good I trust.
Tom Woody and Joe Dimino..Gave me thought.?? Got me
Looking..' this is some-thing to-know.!! I was spurred to
Expand on the Gospel of John, by Toms good comment
Helpfull and strong..Joe's onions..? Er I mean opinions.!!
Well they'd got my thoughts on the roll.!!! Scroll??? About Robin Hood
( and little John..' Or was it John little.??? I essayed a smile
And short internet stroll.' search concluded.' It was as I'd suspected and f A Christian Author was found..
Howard Pyle, so here I was, (on solid ground!!!) We'd connected..A most gifted man I
(Stand in awe) not of Pyle..May I add' yet OF OUR MIGHTY
LORD...!!!) HE is working He has worked He is working
Still.! Through ( Tom Joe and Howard ) in clarity through the
Din..Of this worlds false teaching.. His will.' What have we lost???
A golden epoch When Howard was hot.? A painter a writer
A lifter of faith a man of God.!!! And yet I haste.. To add
There is more.!!! What riches await??? This Great God and
Our Father Lord of all states.' His promise is real He alone
Can deliver.!!! My spirit now on fire..I say (let the ether shiver!)
Hickory, dickory, dock.
Jerry the mouse ran up the clock
Tom smelled him from afar
Jumped up on top like a star.
Jerry as always was quite wise.
And with a rod struck Tom’s eyes.
The cat fell nastily on the clock
And received a decisive knock.
But alas the clock fell to the ground.
Mammy Two Shoes with a broom chased Tom around.
Jerry slinked into the kitchen for cheese
Cheddar, mozzarella, stilton and more of these.
But Mammy Two Shoes mad at Tom’s disaster fling,
With a broom chased him to make him sing.
Then threw him in the garden quite dark,
Let Spike bully dog ran after him with a bark.
14 March 20211
Nursery Rhyme 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
With apologies to Agatha Christie's
for use of her great detective book
Hickory, Dickory Dock.