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John Toyne Poem
Tortured and destroyed I fall to the floor,
a darkness waits anxiously for more.
It laughs and croaks as blood falls,
more and more as it splatters the walls.
It stands up to enjoy the kill,
I lay still for I have not the will.
Pleading for a hasty end the weapon raises,
one swift blow i see the hazes.
Darkness takes me over I am no more,
just a pawn laying on the floor.
Copyright © John Toyne | Year Posted 2010
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John Toyne Poem
I am the light that brights the sky,
When all the earth is dark and dry.
If you near me you will burn,
While days go on I tend to turn.
When I fall you turn to wish,
But do not fear I shall not miss.
If the sky is covered I'm gone,
But please don't fret I'm still upon
Through the night and up to dawn.
When you look up to the sky,
You'll observe I never die.
Don't come for me I'm too far,
For in the sky I stay a star.
Copyright © John Toyne | Year Posted 2009
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John Toyne Poem
Fifty stars they lay so true,
Laying in the ocean blue.
Thirteen stripes of red and white,
For this symbol we will fight
Down and dirty throughout the night.
Our flag will be flying high,
Just until a brave will die.
There is no other like our own,
This is why we keep it flown.
It is ours, our single tag,
We fly is high, the American Flag.
Copyright © John Toyne | Year Posted 2009
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John Toyne Poem
When you wake from a deep slumber,
Through the halls you tend to lumber.
Through the rooms you seem to stumble,
As every word exits a mumble.
In the mirror you look so crappy,
Hit the shower and make it snappy.
You dash to school for fear you're late,
Check your phone to view the date.
Begin to walk home, feeling like an idiot,
But reality hits, and you laugh a bit.
For this once horrible starting Monday,
Was indeed a humiliating Sunday.
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John Toyne Poem
Through tear filled eyes and glasses broken,
I fear the darkness I have awoken.
It glares at me, it's very mad,
for what I've done is truly bad.
I duck in fear, hoping for a miss,
to my surprise I get a kiss.
For I had only had a nightmare,
yet she is here full of care.
I lay back down and drift to sleep,
and in this dream I Count The Sheep.
Copyright © John Toyne | Year Posted 2010
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John Toyne Poem
Just like a star, she shines so bright,
Shining with he heavenly light.
The way she walks,
The way she talks.
Everything she is defined by pretty,
Makes me feel all so gitty.
She always wants to be with me,
This is why I will always love thee.
No word exists to show how much I Love Her,
But i will always know I'm hers forever, and that's for sure.
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John Toyne Poem
Walking down an adventurous street,
A fork in the road is a treachurous feat.
Hit this for you now must wonder,
Take the left or walk the other.
For one leads to pain and misery,
Yet the other love and charity.
You pick a road and see it's a mistake,
For this is not the road to take.
Hop over to the other path,
Walk along you completed your task.
Copyright © John Toyne | Year Posted 2009
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John Toyne Poem
Oh dear father, you are my inspiration,
In the city, and throughout the nation.
When life has brought me to the ground,
You are there to bring me back around.
When in need and want you here,
I am to know you're always near.
Through the hardships while feeling blue,
I know I can always count on you
To tend to me as you always do.
So when you want me to be snappy,
I'll be quick for my loving pappy.
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John Toyne Poem
This is no one man sport,
To play the game you need support.
With or without the ball,
Play alone you will fall.
Wherever you are you have a role,
Do it right or pay the toll.
In heated moments keep your cool,
For if you don't you are a fool.
When in school you walk the hall,
Walk with pride, you play football.
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John Toyne Poem
On the bus, all so sweaty,
Fillled with hate, and meaningless pity.
Head down, you know you lost,
A single game you feel you tossed.
The whole ride home, all so quiet,
All in thought of the early riot.
Get back home and hit the shower,
Take so long it felt an hour.
Hold your head high, you did your best,
Now to bed for a joyful rest.
Copyright © John Toyne | Year Posted 2009
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