For those that know him by his real name, he's Terry Cuthbert. For those that have read his works across the internet, he's known as Lord Pineapple, The Rev. Tobias Trontby, Sophie Lucy Morgan, Tiffy Witherington and many more aliases. Regardless of which name is used, it's nestled just below a true work of art.
Terry has been more than great company through my couple years of knowing him, he has also been a great mentor. He is a man that puts words to paper that other poets would love to be able to mimic. A response from him to a work of your own means that you should treasure the piece, as he has an eye for those poems that should be shared more than just occasionally.
It's very unfortunate, but cancer stole Terry from us in July 2005. We all know it tries to take the best of us, and the ripple effect spreads across oceans touching the hearts of all that know and love him.
Take a few minutes to enjoy his works of art and visit the links offered just below his picture. He's a rare gem. Be sure to watch him shine and offer any comments you may have for him.
I trapped the moon In a balloon And took it off to school.
And when I popped the balloon There was the moon That went "boo!"
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I heard God Speak on my i-pod And He said to me "Make us a cup of tea!"
So I brewed a cup To see God sat up, He was turning all my pencils Into little gold angels.
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"Flying Fish"
The fish flew over the trees, It was glad to be free, It did not at all pine for the sea As it soared through the sky.
Birds looked at it Cats looked at it i looked at it But it did not care.
"Flying is better than frying!" The fish joked As it carried on flapping it's gulls Until it was Far, far away.
So far away That no one believed me When I told them That I saw a fish in the sky.
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- Sophie Lucy Morgan (aged 10)
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Sometimes I find so hard to forgive others, That I do not even try.
That is really no way for a man of the cloth To behave, I must admit. But some prayers do go unsaid, And some candles unlit.
I can not have it in me to forgive the wicked, To allow them the free will That our Saviour would have allowed. It's the victims that my heart goes out to, The ones ignored by the Ol' Bill.
The old lady robbed in the street, The abused child, Those are the sort of people my prayers are for, Both for the meek and the mild.
Perhaps my faith is too simple, I lack the forgiveness of my vocation, For I do not command for the blind to lead the blind, Nation upon nation.
Forgive them not Lord, They know they do bad, It's not in your teachings I know my Lord, But some people just make me mad.
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- The Rev. Tobias Trontby
I Think I Will Marry A Dog
I think I will marry a dog Next time. A dog will not threaten me or abuse me. A dog does what it is told. It gives love As it takes love.
A dog will come out with me And not stare at the curves Of teenage girls.
A dog will just lay at my feet And love me for my kindness to it. Love me For 12 years or more Without any form of sex.
Yes, I think I will marry a dog Next time.
Please make it legal.
- Tiffy Witherington
Requiem
Do not cry for me I have not gone far, Only as far as my memory of you And all of the love that you gave me.
Do not cry for me As I enter a church for the last time, As you whisper a few words of comfort Into the ears of others.
For our hearts will beat together always For death cannot part us As life could not.
Goodbye, and thank-you For all you have given me For all of the smiles and all of the laughter, The holding of hands And the silences.
We will be together, forever, Wherever we are.
Do not cry for me my darling, For I have not gone far.
