I miss the haven of my youth long past
when melancholy melted in the mirth
of sharing time with siblings. What a blast
we used to have. No memories are worth
as much as those when life was still carefree.
If there were worries, they were shouldered by
two parents who looked after family
and did their best to make sure to supply
their kids with the necessities to thrive.
We were not rich, but we were clothed and fed,
and from our parents, we learned how to strive
to meet our goals in future lives we led.
No home is perfect, but I can be glad
as havens go, a great one I sure had!
looking inside becomes a weighty endeavor
peeping outside is in no way better
hypomania, baby what a blast that phase is
going 100 miles an hour with no seat belt or helmet
giving in to the whims of the moment the universe is
beyond colorful. how do u explain the crash of the century..breaking bones inside the minds finding clarity; in nothing particular but flying by to find the mind is gone haywire.
Seventy seven rotations round the sun
seventy seven rotations round the sun
Early days were filled with anguish
but now each day is always filled with fun
Seventy seven rotations round the sun
seventy seven rotation round the sun
life is full of learning oh what a blast
fulfil each day with joy, focus on the present
Just accept what has occurred
we cannot change the past
Seventy seven rotations round the sun yee hah
seventy seven rotations round the sun woo hoo
and there's so many many more
of rotations to add to the existing score
Seventy seven rotations round the sun I'm on a high
seventy seven rotations round the sun
The infinite potential as far as the endless blue sky
I once received awards and lost them its a sad thing.
It would be a blessing to get them back, is the best thing.
Contest publishers,sweepstakes publishers,lottery publishers is the best thing to receive.
So many lost rewards came threw the mail, its a shame i lost them as well. I would love to move foward in the industry and become a representative again as well.
To receive a award is the greatest thing in life i would love to be awarded for great insight.
Might i get this lucky chance to success in the industry is my only advance.
I love the world and what it has,awards can make me free atlast. Lost audit awards its a shame they passed.
Receiving the reward of riches could set me free at last.
Awards awards awards for poetry what a blast.
My life's been fine without you -- really has.
A Belgian bar has opened in the square,
and weekends, we do beer and tapas there,
then Malcolm and Elaine's place, for some jazz
and Jamieson's. May in Cortes -- what a blast!
Right now, I'm growing sideburns! Summer hols,
we'll all dress up as bandits and their molls!
I've never laughed so much. Who needs the past?
Yet sometimes, when the lake frowns in the rain,
or April squalls tug blossoms from the trees,
I think of you. This sadness preordained,
like plane trees pollarded, proud amputees
shorn of their plumes, emerges, stark and strange:
and I know then. Some things will never change.
Assuming we're both heading for Heaven
When our days here on earth are done
Save me a seat beside you dear lover
To continue with more naughty fun
Not suggesting anything out of line
Just some normal naughtiness, you know
Like the times we had in the back of my Chevy
What a blast... we put on quite a show
Taught me things I only read about in books
Young and inexperienced was I
You showed me stuff that boggled my mind
On your knowhow I had to rely
Don't think I've ever thanked you enough
Here's how I intend to repay
Promise to make love to you for all eternity
Believe these words that I say
Remembering how we were obsessed with sex
You were the absolute bestest by far
The downside was, it always seemed like night
Kept fogging up the windows of the car
Assuming we're both heading to Heaven
When our days on earth are done
Save me a seat beside you dear lover
To continue with more naughty fun
Not suggesting anything out of line
Just some naughtiness, well you know
Like our times in the back of my Chevy
What a blast... we put on quite a show
Don't think I've ever thanked you enough
Here's how I intend to repay
Promise to make love to you for eternity
Believe these words that I say
Remembering how we were obsessed
You were the absolute bestest by far
The downside, it always seemed like night
Kept fogging up the windows of the car
Russia has just shattered our space
So we must find another place
Where we can orbit
Sucking our sorbet
As we think up how to save face
Oh, those Midwest, glorious,
firefly nights.
Peaceful, mild, warm winds,
kiss your cheek.
The Chicago River, utterly so
smoothly flowing.
Reflecting lights on its architecture,
totally entrancing.
It's biggest building, alabaster white,
Outstanding in the inky moonlight.
Bejeweled boats, cast rainbows of
color, it's overwhelming.
Memory paintings of my summer's past.
Secret, soft kisses.
Warm kisses in cars, what a blast!
4/1/2021
~2~
What a year, a crazy year
A long year its becoming
What a change, so many changes
I've changed and feel like running
What a way, this growing way
My way of anger it is growing
What time, this lonely time
This time true colors are now showing
What a blast, was it a blast
A blast at what you're doing
Is it a game, your evil game
Your game to ruin and undo me
What is your point, please make your point
My point is I've been lost my anger
What is your plan, do you have a plan
You see my plan it comes with danger
What did you think, or even think
Did you try to think at all
What did you want, or hope to want
Want to me to bow and fall
What if I said, I said to you
I said you've unlocked the beast
What would you do, try to do
Do you run or fight at least
What has happened, and happened why
Well you meant for it to happen
What will I do, I will not run
Will fight from the corner im backed in
By Troy Toney
8-16-20
I leave my family home on Homleigh Road.
It has been a happy house full of fun and laughter
My backpack is heavy but I’m happy to carry the load.
My stomach churns as I look forward to my big adventure.
Girls just wanna have fun ring in my ears.
I wait for the bus to take me to the train station.
My family wave me off with delight and cheers.
I am at the airport nervous and excited.
What waits for me at the other end who knows.
We touch down in Israel oh what a blast.
All I hear are loud voices and bellows.
The heat is scorching I feel my face burning.
I’m not worried as this is going to be overwhelming.
I am here all grown up waving goodbye to my childish yearnings.
Animal was happy in mud
rolled in it whenever he could
Miss Piggy looked aghast
Kermit said what a blast
Gonzo thought all Muppets should
Penned 1 Sept 2018
All creatures from the Muppets
My life's been fine without you -- really has.
A Belgian bar has opened in the square,
and weekends, we do beer and tapas there,
then Malcolm and Elaine's place, for some jazz
and Jamieson's. May in Cortes -- what a blast!
Right now, I'm growing sideburns! Summer hols,
we'll all dress up as bandits and their molls!
I've never laughed so much. Who needs the past?
Yet sometimes, when the lake frowns in the rain,
or April squalls tug blossoms from the trees,
I think of you. This sadness preordained,
like plane trees pollarded, proud amputees
shorn of their plumes, emerges, stark and strange:
and I know then. Some things will never change.
Mercantilist's eating's math
noon at McDonalds, what a blast,
resolve the crowding, in youths path
the refill pop, the greatest lathe!
A happy wave, the managers wrath
is so subdued, her profits stag
is coinciding teamwork's staff
Keep quiet a bit, my poem grows ~ half!
This wanderings rebuff, seeming quaff,
I must find sustenance, not graft
IT'S HERE ~ the burger, fries, compact
so journey's reason, eat ~ no flack~
I'll learn to write, booth, table's track
vacations harboring of new facts,
so commonplace, all drive-ins have
their time, your stomach . . . last/alas!
Dearest Darren I miss you oh so much
All I want is for you to be returned to good health
Romantic writes you penned so well
Ridiculous sense of humour we share
Emails flew between us faster than Concorde
No one could make me laugh the way you do
Wish I knew how you are doing my friend
All my love and prayers are sent to you
There will never be another to take your place
So much fun being your poetry partner
Oh what a blast we had writing as Jadazzle United
Never a day passes when I don’t think of you
01~31~15
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