Long Victoria Poems
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My love for you is wider than Victoria Lake
And taller than the Empire State
Now, I could give you more than that
So surely you want me back
Is it a crime? Please tell me, if it’s a crime?
That I still want you
And I want you to want me, too
I wake up at night with you on my mind
Your soul passes through mine all the time
When I realize that you’re not in my life
Warm, salty tears flow from my eyes
My life feels pointless without you here
Every night I manage to shed a few tears
I’ve been in love with you for a whole seven years
But I’m “All Cried Out” over you
The thing is, you really have no kind of clue
Though, it’s not hard to see that you don’t really want to
In my world, only you
What would I do for your love?
No, no, no! The question is
What I would not do?
My friends wonder what is wrong with me
Cause I’m in a daze, from your love you see
I just had to let you know
Got a thing for you and I can’t let go
Reminiscing to “Have You Ever” by Brandy
I wonder what I gotta do to get you in my arms
What I gotta say to get to your heart
I wish you’d understand how I need you next to me
Trying to figure out why you don’t feel the same
Has got me losing sleep
I mean, I look in your eyes and lose myself
With you I always put my salt on the shelf
Cause I know that together we could be beautiful
But you’re not willing to let your feelings go
With each day, my love for you grows
But, you don’t care, I’m sure
You might just appreciate it in all but, I need more
Cause I wanna “Rock With You”
And maybe “Take It To The Top With You”
I just wanna love you, baby
Always thinking of you daily
When you come my way
You brighten each and everyday
With your sweet smile
You really are my everything
And you truly are my happiness
Something special I see in you
I can’t find in anyone else
You make my life complete
Because of you I can’t sleep
A special part of me
And only you hold that key
Though, I only want the best, it’s true
I can’t believe the things I’m willing to do for you
There’s no need to hold it back anymore
I find there’s nothing I won’t do for your love
“I Keep Holding On”
Cause the love I have for you runs so strong
SO PLEASE REMEMBER THIS FOR ME
When you think you can’t go nowhere
My front door, and love, will always be here
Or when life treats you unkind
Please feel free to drop by anytime
Form:
MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE
My new friend,
Your eyes pleasure my words.
Hands fresh in a world unknown to me--
New in wonder and mysterious splendors
With delight I greet you.
Long flutters of time may have passed,
But in days gone by
I was a woman of steadfast heart.
A soul with passion for life and those I love.
I did not ‘go gently’ into the darkness.
In this spirit,
May I offer you advice.
If you,
in discouragement,
Shall sometimes wander--
Find delight in things small--
The toothy smile of a child
The memory of times lost
The lingering kiss of a lover
The embrace of a long absent friend
Remember us—
our luxurious foolishness,
our craving for technology,
our crushing intellect without remorse—
Remember us
With kindness.
We loved
We laughed
We helped others when we could
Or when convenient
Cherish your world
As we did not cherish ours
Find possibilities in peace
Adore each atom
Celebrate each centimeter of your beloved’s body
And, in small quiet moments
Think of me
And my blessings
Afresh on you.
Victoria Anderson-Throop
Dec 10, 2012
Don Pardo: Born: 1918-02-22 - Died: 2014-08-18
He’s been gone from SNL
We heard he wasn’t feeling all that well
Don Pardo’s number came around
The Lord was calling “Come on down”
Lauren Bacall: Born: 1924-09-16 - Died: 2014-08-12
Finally the sound Bacall longed to hear
I guess Bogie learned how to whistle this year
Robin Williams: Born:1951-7-21-Died: 2014-8-11
Robin you kept us in stitches
Of comic minds yours had the riches
If your mind had a filter
It was always off kilter
Your death was the greatest of glitches
Richard Kiel: Born: 1939-8-13-Died: 2014-8-10
Richard Kiel was the great villain Jaws
A man with a few minor flaws
He stood seven foot two
And you knew, you just knew
As a bad guy he’d win our applause
James Garner: Born:1928/4/7 - Died: 2014/7/19
We watched him in The Rockford Files
Victor Victoria brought us all smiles
And the great Maverick, Bret
Who could ever forget
James Garner was nothing but style
Johnny Winter: Born:944/2/23- Died: 2014/7/16
Johnny Winter, as thin as a splinter
And white as the fallen snow
He kept us amused
As he played the blues
Till it was his time to go
Tommy Ramone:Born:1949/1/29 Died: 2014/7/11
Tommy Ramone didn’t play the trombone
But he was a drummer of note
He played with his brothers
And never no others
For Hall of Fame, he got my vote
Casey Kasem: Born:1932/4/27 Died: 2014/6/15
Casey Kasem they treated you wrong
Stole your body, we looked, it was gone
Fighting for your estate
Until you were “the late”
Your passing would make a sad song
Ruby Dee: Born: 1922-10-27 - Died: 2014-06-11
Ruby Dee how can it be
An actress of your worth
With awards galore
You should have won more
Before you were yanked from this earth
Ann B. Davis: Born:1926/5/5-Died: 2014/6/1
Here's the story of a lovely lady
Who always played a great supporting soul.
Schultzy with the late great Robert Cummings
In the Brady bunch, old Alice was her role.
Till the one day when the lady met her maker
And we knew it was much more than a cold,
Ann B. Davis’s career has finally ended
And that makes some of us feel too damn old
Bob Hoskins: Born: 1942/10/26-Died:2014/4/29
Bob was an actor, a man with a face
That only a mother’s love could embrace
And in spite of that face, he became a great star
Bob Hoskins we’ll miss you wherever you are
A is for Australia, full of weird beasts,
Where even the cute ones can bite you at least.
B is for Brazil, where football is life,
And people dance samba with joy (and no strife).
C is for Canada, polite and so nice,
Even their insults come with advice.
D is for Denmark, with pastries divine,
And a happiness level off the chart line.
E is for Egypt, land of the old,
Where mummies stay wrapped and pyramids hold.
F is for France, where bread is a dream,
But don’t ever mess with their wine or their cream.
G is for Germany, beer, cars, and might,
And sausages eaten at morning and night.
H is for Hungary, but don’t get it wrong,
They have food so good, you’ll eat all day long.
I is for India, spices galore,
Curry so hot, it’ll knock you to the floor.
J is for Japan, sushi so grand,
And toilets that clean you with jets on demand.
K is for Kenya, safaris so wild,
Lions just chilling while tourists get riled.
L is for Luxembourg, tiny but strong,
You blink and you miss it, but hey, it’s not wrong.
M is for Mexico, tacos and cheer,
But don’t trust the hot sauce—it burns for a year!
N is for Norway, fjords and cold air,
And prices so high, your wallet will swear.
O is for Oman, deserts and heat,
A land where the camels take naps on the street.
P is for Portugal, wine and the sea,
And a love for Ronaldo, as strong as can be.
Q is for Qatar, money so high,
Even their ATMs wear suits and a tie.
R is for Russia, where vodka is king,
And winter is long—it lasts through the spring!
S is for Switzerland, chocolate and banks,
And watches precise to time all your pranks.
T is for Thailand, food spicy and sweet,
With beaches so dreamy, you’ll never want to leave.
U is for Uganda, gorillas so cool,
Living their best lives, just breaking the rules.
V is for Vietnam, coffee so strong,
One sip and you're jittery all the day long.
W is for Wales, with sheep on the hills,
And words in their language that give you the chills.
X is for Xianggang (Hong Kong's other name),
Sky-high buildings and dim sum the game.
Y is for Yemen, ancient and grand,
With mountains and history spread through the land.
Z is for Zimbabwe, Victoria Falls,
Where nature goes big, and adventure calls!
—
So that’s the world, from A to Z,
With laughs along the way for you and me!
May nine nineteen eighty was great,
Being the day of his calling;
Brother Eduardo Manalo
Had received the noblest blessing.
The day of his ordination
Signaled his rise in his duty;
His exceptional performance
Was seen inside the ministry.
He became an assistant dean
For Evangelical Studies;
Doing all his divine functions,
And his responsibilities.
On twenty-seventh of July,
In the year nineteen eighty-four;
He became Metro Manila's
Another coordinator.
Then came the Church's eightieth year,
He took his oath as Deputy;
To help the Administrator
In leading the flock's entirety.
He‘s prepared for fifteen years by
Then Executive Minister;
The torch was passed to him by God,
After the death of his father.
He firmly strengthened the brethren
Who, just like him, were in sorrow
With the demise of Ka Erdy,
As his deep love did overflow.
He showed courage and consistence,
In the midst of persecution;
Sacrificing his interest,
He valiantly made decision.
Through the modern technology,
He officiates worship service;
The brethren all over the world
Are truly edified in bliss.
The true message of salvation
Has reached all but one continent;
He preaches the genuine gospel
With power and noble intent.
He has successfully finished
The great Philippine Arena;
The project has been constructed
At the Ciudad De Victoria.
Excellent events of the Church
Have caught the Guinness' attention;
The world records have been broken,
Bringing honor to God's nation.
Thousands of houses of worship
Have been built amid poverty;
The work of the Lord's mighty hand
Is witnessed in every country.
When the calamities happen,
He immediately provides aid;
Relief, rescue, and assistance
Have been well organized and made.
Preachers of other religions
Have come to know the righteous way;
Pastors and priests have joined the Church,
Without a doubt, without delay.
The covid-nineteen pandemic
Has not deterred God's people;
Every household worship service
Feeds each servant's mind, heart, and soul.
Forty years have quickly passed by,
Since he's blessed by the Almighty;
We will never forget the date,
Early May nine nineteen eighty.
Topic: 40th Anniversary of Bro. EVM's Ordination (May 09,2020)
2024.07.29, about a year ago,
Without BB, I visited the 12 Apostles on the Great Ocean Road.
Months before that he promised me,
We would travel wherever I fancied.
Even just days before the trip,
He raised no issue.
Well that was what I reckoned,
Promise was made to be broken.
On the way back to Melbourne,
I wrote a poem which I first posted,
And shared with the world,
Via internet with the help from Mr Author.
The Apostles remain standing in the ocean,
But both BB and Mr Author were no longer present.
They might had different reasons,
But they could have acted like gentlemen.
Just said hello and then goodbye.
Nevertheless, it was better that way,
We all moved on with our own life peacefully.
Today, Saturday, 2025.08.02,
It was exactly 52 weeks ago,
BB paid his last visit to my place,
Without warning, he no long came since this day..
Coincidently, in this evening,
After clearly explained to him
I friendly warned him about the Asian tradional culture,
Being the lunar month of spirit and devil,
Started on Sunday, 2024 August the 4th,
I asked him to be extra careful,
How human soul would be sold,
To the devils in hell and the under world.
I had planned in my head,
Not to let him come for just one month,
To avoid any evil spirit follow us amongst.
He seemed to be able to read my mind,
And respected my inner thought.
He started to act strangely and indifferently.
By alineated with me and kept our distance further forever.
After that day, I hardly visit his second home,
And eventually, our friendship ended.
Twelve months on, I enjoyed my life to the fullness.
I continued to play piano as encouraged by BB,
I travelled on within Victoria on sunny days,
I started enjoying embroidery,
Doing one project after another.
I continued on writing poems more often,
As encouraged by Mr Author,
Who also inspired me to create songs
Putting my poems into Suno.
Every good things eventually come to an end.
I was glad I appreciated the time being with them.
They each, at the same time,
Had given me the bitter sweet, excite, anxious,
Happy and sad memories.
They brought back to me the time of being naive teenager
And the young grown up person respectively
It was all my pleasure to have known you.
Thank you and good bye.
'Everything Aches'
Oh my arms do ache as I write down this prose
Most days it feels like the pain goes all the way to my toes
Bring me back lazy days lying in the sun
Or the age when being flexible meant so much more fun
Living with aches and strains and all things stretchy
Remembering a day without pain seems so sketchy
From my head, to my ankles, hips and back in between
They say it would help if I could be more 'lean'
But extra movement above the essentials feels unfair
It even kills me each morning just to blow dry my hair
So please understand how hard it can be every day
When all I want to do is stay in my bed and lay
I know you may find it hard to understand
That even the slightest pain in the knuckles, the hand
Can be overbearing, and so unforgiving
But still have to work, still make a living
If only you knew how hard most days it becomes
Just to text and email, how much it strains ones thumbs
Childbirth may have been so much faster and slicker
But ageing of the pelvis and hips comes much quicker
My pelvic floor and backside have certainly seen better days
My moaning and groaning you must hope is a faze
Shoulders forever, feeling so strained
My legs constantly looking blue veined
Cramps in my arches, IBS in my tummy
Hereditary illness, blame my flexible mummy
Bunions will scream, Bulging discs take my power
It even pains me just to stand in the shower
Tired and sleepy I need to relax
Even those days that I rest to the max
So just bring me your patience, comfort, understanding
Even when you hear my joints creak more than the landing
You know it's me, 'crackling' just walking downstairs
The lack of sleep again bringing nightmares
Thank you for listening, for just being here
Not having you close to comfort is my biggest fear
I know I go on, my frustration and tears
Must be hard work for so many years
But knowing you're here to carry the weight of my head
Even on the days it feels heavier than lead
Gives me the strength to be strong, keep me moving
Your love and support it just keeps on proving
Thank you again for holding my hand and week wrist
Even though my pain must never seem to cease to persist
'Everything Aches' by Victoria Payne
GEORGY BUYS A CAR
A man named Georgie had a few--
Pintsy, wintysy , God Almintsy little pints
In the pub perched slick heart Zack--
Scammer, hammer, oh what glamour little scam
Zack bought Georgie round of drinks--
Hooker, crooker, throw the book sir , little hook
Georgie said a car he’d buy--
Rider, slider, swim the tide Sir, little ride
Zack said “ I got just the ride”--
Squeezer , pleaser, shake the knees Sir, little squeeze
Out the door and to the lot--
Parking, sharking-- not for sparking little park
Georgie drove the car for test--
Faster, blaster, kick the bastard, little fast
Bought the car right on the spot--
Casher, flasher, grab the masher, little cash
Georgie got the sales receipt--
Cheater, bleater, Shakespeare’s theatre, little cheat
Zack pulled out a calling card--
Teaser, pleaser, Wine and cheese sir? little tease
And with this card came Friday wash--
Freebie, sleebie, heebee geebies little free
Car wash was a thief run scam--
Scamzee , tamzee, oops and whamzee little scam
Georgie used his Friday ticket--
Washy sloshy, Dryzy wyzy now goodbzy little car
Zack is smiling-- Georgie’s not--
Smilin', dialin' so beguilin, scammer’s smile
Learn from Georgie’s little lesson--
Lesson, stressin, keep you guessin’, little lesson
Don’t buy cars when you are drunk--
Sunk, punk, in a funk, hide in trunk while you are drunk.
©Victoria Anderson-Throop
12/13/12
Constantly shaking on edge feel at risk
My insides feel like they got caught up in a whisk
The aches and pains that define my days
Take over my life in so many ways
My bowel does not like me
My legs and hips moan;
'When will you please, just rest me at home?'
Yet when I lie there so ready for sleep
All cuddled up and fall in a heap
The slumber I pray for takes me by surprise
As adrenaline runs through me
No rest for tired eyes
Finally rested, the dreams start to take me
So half an hour later the demons will wake me
Yet again the cycle begins
All I need is more sleep
To help recover my limbs
My body a wreck, feels like it's hungover
Remembering times when the drink won me over
Nowadays it's a cola just to keep me awake
No one believes what a sad girl I make
My neck is so heavy my arms made of lead
Who knew how hard it could be just to hold up my head
My wrists start to shake as I continue to type
This 'illness' is dreadful so where's all the hype?
Little research, hardly a supporter
Who will help me and then fix my daughter?
As I sit here feeling sorry and guilt for my moans
Those GP's with 'wisdom' sit high on their thrones
Disbelieving and misunderstanding
Not believing I sometimes can't even stray from my landing
Some days it's too hard, too much to bare
I feel hurt from my toes to the end of my hair
'Get yourself out there, do more exercise!'
'It's all just down to the size of your thighs'
So hydro I did and physio too. I lost even a stone and strengthened too
Yet 18 months on - so I should be strong?
Better i should feel, yet it all still feels so wrong
Panting and huffing and sweating at night
I get through another week coz I put up a fight
Why do I still feel so incredibly 'wasted'?
Did I do something wrong that must have been hated?
Appreciate I have so much for to live
But energy no more do I have to give
Leave me here to lie and sleep
Feel sorry for myself and continue to weep
Bring me tramadaol my wheat bags and water
I must motivate to show I can move for my daughter
Every day I keep going keep trying
But If I said I was happy I'd probably be lying
Victoria Payne
I can’t make it, I can’t make it
I’m dying without any of my loved ones around me
Becky can you drive any faster
Hit the gas already
My chest is caving in, I feel like I can’t breathe
I open the car door and stand up
I am weak and feel unstable;
I make it to the door of the Victoria Grace hospital
I have to go in alone
I’m scared; I’m suffering alone because Becky isn’t allowed in due to Covid
A lady takes me to the emerge waiting area
There I sit in my own little bubble with plexiglass surrounding me
I’m called up to the front for an evaluation
I begin to cry; I tried to hold back tears, but I no longer ccan
The nurse takes my blood pressure asks me the basics
Then I go back; I wait alone
My phone is almost dead, I no longer will have anything to distract me
I anxiously text my mom asking if she’s on her way
She is but she’s still a half an hour away
I feel alone; I feel terrified
All these sick people around me with Covid symptoms
I put another mask on top of the one I already have and begin to hyperventilate
I am shaking; my chest hurts; and I am in excruciating pain
Tears are falling down my face, but no one comes to help me; to ask if I’m okay
My mother finally gets there; I feel a sense of relief
We wait for hours and hours, I am pushed to the back of the emerge waitlist
I start to cry because I am in so much physical pain, I feel my chest clenching and extreme pain
After 8 hours, I am finally seen by the doctor at 1:30 am
He does a quick assessment and tells me that I have Costochondritis; tissue inflammation
Just like what the doctor at the walk in told me
My gut told me it was something else; but at this point my parents thought I was going crazy
For a month, I was told it was costochondritis
I went to physio, and was questioned why I was so jittery and worried all the time
As time went on, the chest pain got worse, and I felt more and more miserable
One night my mom realized it; This seems like a panic attack she said during a flare up
Sure enough, a few days later I went to the doctor and she was right
What I was told was costochondritis before, was really pain brought along with panic attacks
After three months, I was finally properly diagnosed with Panic Disorder