Long Tonka Poems
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What I Have Seen
Chubby fingers, chubby toes;
Clear blue eyes and turned up nose.
Everything's so bright and new,
Little Baby I love you.
Hop scotch, Barbies, long brown curls,
We thank you God for little girls.
Baseball diamonds, lots of toys;
Tonka trucks for little boys.
School days, Proms, and lots of friends.
Soon the boys are full grown men.
Girls go shopping, Brides Boutique.
Because of promises we keep.
Life rolls on an unending line;
Quickly toll the bells of time.
The Soldier who must find his way;
Was just a baby Yesterday.
I've watched it roll as here I roam.
On my peculiar Journey home.
Somehow it all fits in God's plan;
This is our life, the lot of man.
Memories of those childhood days
Laughing in the most silly ways
Playing tag and climbing trees
For hours and hours in Summer's breeze
Building snowmen in the Winter
Having Mom remove a splinter
Falling down and getting bruises
Coming up with lame excuses
Squirting Dad with garden hoses
Chicken pox and runny noses
At Carnivals and County Fairs
Riding bikes and flat tire repairs
Chasing the little girl next door
Rolling Hot Wheels on the floor
Making roads with Tonka trucks
Coke bottles sold made extra bucks
Buying double scoop ice cream cones
Catching frogs and skipping stones
Winning games of hide and seek
On Christmas Eve to sneak a peek
Springtime in brand new sandals
Blowing out your birthday candles
Making wishes before you do
Too much cake when you're through
Friendships that would never sever
Each day seemed to last forever
Those childhood memories from the past
Amazing time went by so fast
Dad bad habit slammed can fan which wish list mystical brisk hip hotel spelled smelly shellfish baking soda Toyota Music factory packed banana slate clean reamed dream that obscene creamy scene team leaning on and upon the thong song covered by a sarong bong hit bonkers Wonka wizard Tonka truck out of luck stuck in a rut no bucks Griffen ridden was given pigeon toed snowshoe road toad as a fingerprint wince pain drains brain game sane name lame dame sprained ankle cankle wasted toothpaste face mace grazed gravy lace taste of the Elated emaciated overrated unsaturated elevator alligator double hater breaker box two toned blue Sox hawk shop stop sign rhyme timer empty diner whiner primed sign finder linebacker stacker shabby Mad Hatter fashion able to be stable while watching cable faster than one could fasten their seat belt the belch yelling the telltale whale tail for the thong song when Cisco goes to the disco in Frisco toe to toe with Joe Blow instead of a showdown with a drowned hound from behind the mound over in the next town safe and sound rounding 3rd base for a home run to be somewhat someone who is no fun picking crumbs at runny scum tons with both guns hundred blunts well done jumbled stumbling puns for every one munching on the funniest lunge after the rafters hoist up the black lung sponges that spoiled the Fun Bunch lunch brigade while being played with the Ace of Spades raiding the trading card throwing star hash bar black tar Mars Bars Hot wheels cars for real deal scars that lard could lighten lighter yards to fish farther for gars in Garland instead of on the other hand deep sea fishing for Marlins with George Carlin. That on the other hand would be very, very startling.
I’d made a tower, a wooden block tower that reached toward the sky
And on the roof stood my superman toy, I believed he wanted to fly.
He stood beside a Tonka truck that was parked safely in a truck stop.
It was an amazing build this tower of mine where all was on the roof top.
It was big, strong, the foundations were solid, it had a good grip on the ground,
And the architecture was a quaint design, and the engineering was oddly sound.
But then my young sister, let’s call her Godzilla, walked into the city of creation,
And with a whoosh of her hands she wiped it out leaving utter complete devastation.
Superman flew across the room, landing in the fish tank, quickly sinking into the pond.
The Tonka truck landed on our pet dog, who flew through the door, outside and beyond.
So I stood up, being the Giant of Good, and challenged Godzilla to a duel in our fable.
But then we stopped, had to leave the scene, mum called out, food was on the table.
I will return to this scene and rebuild my tower, make it bigger, better, robust.
And when Godzilla comes in I’ll give her a job, to cover it in her magical fairy dust.
This poem was written on May 3, 2022,
When I heard the alerts for the next few days.
From 4-6 May 2022, 8-10 Tornadoes,
Hit Oklahoma, Texas and Kansas.
There's the siren that sounds,
That sends fear thru our veins and,
Has us running to hide and cover.
We watch the skies and listen to the TV,
For these falling funnel clouds,
That throw massive buildings and cars,
Like they're tonka trucks and Lego's.
They can level a town like Moore, Oklahoma.
Once in 1999,
Then again in 2013,
Both F-5's , being the most violent.
Yes Oklahoma is Tornado Alley,
But it's no joke.
We don't sit in our front yard,
Waiting for tornadoes,
If we did they would end of life.
We protect life and limb because,
These monsters are unpredictable and evil.
The only thing you wanna do is,
Run, cover and hide and pray,
You make it thru the night.
Baby, You're not mine
I'm not giving you the time
I'm too busy
writing my lines
in sweetness sublime
Baby, Get away
I don't want to play
With
Your sandbox of toys
Your mommy took away
I'll drive my Tonka truck
All over your face
To release you games
Don't you cry
at me in shame
I'll make you eat dirt
written
all over your face
Don't even think of
playing emotional trains
You'll get a reward
when my Tonka is floored
You will think twice
before I play nice
Damn,
Your not my type
I think of you
like lice
Scratching my head
with evil intent
Just go away
I don't want to play
I have my own toys
Being a tomboy
My Tonkas are rockin
yours, are sweet nothing
Let's give them away
and play another day
I was walking through the city streets
When I passed a foursome gang
Who were playing with a Tonka truck
And an old raggedy doll that sang
She sang about her unhappiness
Because her reddened eyes were crossed
And she sang about her loneliness
Because the raggedy dolls been lost
The foursome tried to cheer her up
By dressing her up all in pink
Then when they tried to dry her lashes
Her eyes began to blink
The gang of four were children, you see
All about the age of five
They thought that if they fixed her up
That she might come alive
The only little girl in the bunch
Well, she knew just what to do
She cleaned her up and painted her nails
So that she looked pretty and new
The doll now sang of happiness
Because she felt all fit and sound
And she sang of not being lonely no more
Now that finally she's been found
We're nearing the end of another year
But this one feels different than before
As we mourn our heroines and hero's
Hearts of family and friends are sore
There's Eddy, Pete and Peter Green
They're guitarists in their own way
Lost to the Great Gig in the Sky
Amidst those twenty twenty days
Barbara Martin, Reddy and Tonka
Whom have played to many a crowd
Caressing our ears with their talents
Whether guitaring, or voiced out-loud
Heavens Gate where the Gig is staged
Where Neal and Lee continue their beats
Enjoy life until you're here, engaged!
It's where everyone will have a seat
(to be read out loud)
I'll eat the nibble naggle nooky nickel
nipple nappy mum mum mum
I'll chew your gooble gobble giggle gaggle
gimpy grampa's gum gum gum.
I'll call the wimpy wappy wiggle waggle
wacky wobble wum wum wum
I'll drink the wiggin' wimple whoopy whacker
wookie worker's rum rum rum.
Woo wow wee wah
Geegaw mee mah
Hee haw hoo har hey hey hey.
Mao moo mud muck
Wigwam poobah
Mad mook mick mack yay yay yay.
I'll have a murky muddle maple maggot
monkey marbles chum chum chum
I raised a ticky tacky tinky tonka
tailor's tiny thumb thumb thumb.
I'm really punky pickled pooka puckers
pitter patter dumb dumb dumb
I hear my diggle daggle doggy dingle
diddle daddled hum hum hum.
The windows pane upon my face,
The door unlocks, I fall from grace.
My friend he screams, a crunch of steel,
Stabs of pain, then the blood I feel.
The car we stole, a ride of joy,
Treating it like a tonka toy.
Speeding 'round the Mumbles mile,
Off our heads for a little while.
Pass the chippy, towards the pier,
We hear the sirens, "The cops are near".
Faster, faster, we approach the bend,
This so called "joy" is about to end.
Headlights shine from the road ahead,
Then when I wake, my mates are dead.
Broken limbs, a mangled wreck,
The sense of warmth from my swollen neck.
I try to move off the cold damp floor,
My legs and arms I feel no more.
The scents of fuel, blood and smoke,
I try to breathe, but can only choke.
I hear a voice coming close to me,
I tried to look, but could not see.
These words I tell about this night,
From a darkened world, now I have no sight.....
I was asked to write a piece about the crime of so called "joy riding"