Toms Poems - Poems about Toms

We three toms of Laredo are Running from a sheriff's star Westward leading, still proceeding Soon hiding in Kitty's fancy Cat House Bar...

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Dark Lord of the Toms was a lone wolf Hiding out in a cellar, drinking his red wine The other Toms did not dare invade his turf He had made it clear he preferred being alone Women were scared, for he had a dangerous look They tried to send their mothers in for an introduction But even their mothers were too...

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She is a chubby dancer, but the toms don’t mind. She has such pussyfooting moods, and she is fine. This was said by a wild alley cat, a friend of mine. He did not know it was a put down, for he is kind....

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In a show of manic one-upmanship With my wife saying, “Just get a grip.” I planned an adventure to show I’m well travelled The spoiler to that is the whole thing unravelled I looked at the brochures and boy was I keen Determined to find somewhere Tom hadn’t been That man is a nomad, he never sits still He just grabs a...

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Tom, do you know “THE CUNNINGHAM NEWS” is read by one and all, The World anxiously waiting to celebrate upon hearing about Putin’s fall, I can understand how Ukrainian deaths will dampen Ukraine’s victory call, But winning this war with glorious hearts, their reward, to feel ten foot tall....

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Tom’s Prayer (From my archives) Posted 8/20/21 Lord, Give me a greater desire to be as the tree, One willing to stand all day with arms outstretched toward you. Doing those things for others that only you will see. Amen ...

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[I really must learn to read the contest’s rules before writing the damned poem... What follows is not twelve lines!] It was a good morning until My face was shoved under the grill With only six lives left within me This charcoaled cat shot up the chimney I fell from the roof and went splat A whopping great weight squashed me flat But that...

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Tom’s Thoughts August 22, 2020 2:30 AM Sometimes, like comets, thoughts rush by, as dust bunnies escaping from an unquiet mind. Drinking from a pool that’s polluted by hate, will leave a craving that’s never satisfied. Those who bathe in entitlement’s pool, remain each morning, a lazy, unclean fool. We drink our fill from pools of success, but our thirst for more is never sated. Streets...

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In our wigwams we hear tom-toms Like hearts beating out a greeting; Seasons in tune with thirteen moons. In the moon of red grass. Let the white man come. There is room enough for all. In the moon of green grass. Let the white man come. There is grass enough for all. In the moon when ponies shed. Let the white man come. There are ponies...

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TOM’S TURKEY ANTICS Tom Cunningham, cunning with his limericks. Slick and sassy, a bit devilish too. If he were Santa, his bag would be full of not toys but lists of sensational poetics for adult boys and girls. Tom’s turkey antics have him roasting Polly, handcuffing Santa, whip-creaming Rudolph. Oh the things this guy won’t pull on Christmas, like pranking and impounding Santa’s...

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Tom’s Surprise 80th Birthday Party Haskell F.W.B. Church 12-5-2018 My spring of life contained pregnant clouds, Almost as if suspended by parachute shrouds; Now, winter has painted it with shades of grey, But then, eighty years, has been a lengthy stay. Now, last night, for me a surprise 80th birthday party, Fellowship, gifts, and cake / cookies were hearty. While it had my pulse...

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It was promising to be a cloudy grey day if things held up' still what can you expect in England in Janruary Tom reasoned, he was already considering how far behind he might be in the days tasks at 9'45 in the morning! Oh well he would just have to be as busy as possible...

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The soldier bravely trod the sod, The sod he chose to tread was fine, Until he trod upon a mine, His apparel was left in disarray, Because he chose to die that way! Hold on, I hear you say or sigh, He did not choose that way to die! It was his duty, he had no choice, But I listen to that little...

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Toms scavenging hard An elder, a young Scraps, wraps and boxes In gardens and streets A meal of litter A home is there All clothes are worn Love is alive School-friends hunting Strategy Accomplished Strong technique “Got food?” “Finished?” Hungry Food...

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