May 22, 2005
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I have closed down the Sarahs' site it upset too many people in the end. When it first began, their inane and ignorant comments made people laugh, now they only get people nasty with me. The Sarahs' are off to a new home where I am sure they will be happy. (Guardian Talk).
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As she threw some dirt upon his coffin,
She said "thank you for being my friend"
I held back those tears
That vicars are not suppose to shed.
It seemed such a sad thing to say
After they had been married for 55 years.
"Thank you for being my friend."
Up above in the evening sky
A star began to shine
And I wanted to believe that
It was her friend.
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The Reverend Tobias Trontby †
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Margaritæ Sorori
Will they come for your soul my dear,
After all of this time,
Will they come for your soul Margaritæ,
And for your spirit, and rob us all
Of the love you felt for us?
Will they come regretfully,
And with tender touch,
To guide you into heaven,
Until you are all in our past?
Margaritæ Sorori,
Will they come for you at last
And ease your burning memory,
So much that has been lost
With the rotting of your brain?
We loved you so much my dear,
And remember you as you were,
A lady singing daisy-pies,
A mother, a queen, a goddess.
Will they come for you and rob us,
We whom you no longer know,
We who you helped in so many ways,
And gave so much kindness to?
Margaritæ Sorori,
Let us pack away the books that you
No longer understand,
The food you can no longer eat,
The thoughts you no longer have.
Let us pack them all away, and ask
For the angels to give you
As you gave all of us,
Love and heart and happiness,
And a key to your mind.
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The Rev. Tobias Trontby †
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Jesus in 2005
"As Samual lay bleeding in a ditch,
A good Samaritan crossed the road to help.
'Bloody terrorist!' thought Samual
And shot the Samaritan dead."
When Jesus then fell silent,
The soldiers spat in the sand
And returned to torturing Jesus,
Even nailing him to a cross.
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The Reverend Tobias Trontby †
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"Will we meet again in heaven?"
Will we meet again in heaven
Like we met on earth?
Will we be able to hold hands again,
Kiss again,
And make love again?
My body grows old,
Yours melted in the ground,
But that does not mean
That somewhere we will not be as we were.
Will we meet again in heaven,
And will I be able to say
"I love you"
Like I once said it to your silent face,
The day I kissed those sweet dead eyes of yours
In that sad sad place?
Will we meet again in heaven
You and I?
Will we meet again in heaven
When it is my turn to say good-bye?
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Reverend Tobias Trontby. †
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Comments (46)
Thank you for always being so sweet to me. I'm off to read this poem about you on your other site. Keep smiling, love.
You sell t-shirts with quirky words??
The Rev's poetry is stunningly brilliant! I always enjoy that perspective you have with that character.
Peace.
I love the margarita one
very festive... maybe i can throw a few back 
damn lord a bit of bittersweet today to go with my choclates & why are you sweet to #1 i have never known your sweet side just a lot of complaining & criticism oh well that probably is your sweet side ~ re: all my thoughts on my blog if i put all my thoughts of one day on my blog Xanga would crash so i limity mysel to two or three posts a day maybe four just to keep a flow going ~ thanx for stopping by & show mw a frigging site you do not have to scroll down ~ i have yet to find it ~ always magi
I just checked Little E's site, and the gathering sounds wonderful. I'm in Columbus, and can come to meet with all of you any time. I also used to live in Cinci, so I know my way around a little. This sounds like it will be great fun! I'm looking forward to meeting you.
Peace.
aw, the first one is so sad
but i love reading stuff by the Rev.
I understand that I should be proud to be graduating and everything...but I would like to be able to look nice while doing it. It's not conducive to a good atmosphere to have all the girls feeling bad about themselves, y'know? And it makes me feel bad about myself when I see myself wearing my gown and it makes me look awful. I really don't want to look fat at my graduation because I have worked really hard to get my weight down, and the "fat" image is a little hard for me to repudiate...looking like a cow really isn't beneficial.
My my, Rev, you're on a roll here. What makes it interesting for me is because I was back in the Catholic Church today...for the first time in about 20 years. They all really got to me in differing ways. Bringing up those issues in myself again. Thank you...and I mean that sincerely.
Oh yeah! I like these.
Love the Rev.
These were well done. You are amazing.
~Rosemary
"Thank you for being my friend..." what a glorious way to feel...that you had that friend for so long. I wish I had that in my life...
thanx i need that...
Are these all various incarnations of you? The poetry you post is always very deep. I do enjoy reading it alot.
these posts reminded me of this poem that was written by christina rossetti called song.
(one of my favourite poems)
hmm.
i love the first one the most.
touching.
"Thank you for being my friend" would be a wonderful tribute from a spouse, I think, not a sad thing at all. But then, maybe that's why I'm no longer married.
I write in a world of darkness as it allows me to think with nothing to get in the way of my thinking. To write often is not given to me but only to write at chance intervals.
To meet again with someone you love long after death is something I have thought of many times over. My greatest hope is for the reality of it and in the darkness it becomes quietly, real.
Yeah I could use some spellcheck..lol.. A Million Thanks to you for your comments.. no wait now its a billion.. You have really encouraged me to go for my goal to publish a collection..
Ya Rock!
On your poems here.. I seriously love the one about the sister, sounds so beautiful, almost as if it had happened and I was there. I totally admire your ways of filling in complete personas to write under... It's really awesome to read.
My apoligies.. was signed in under the wrong account for the above post my my personal site.. just so you aren't confused over who in the sam bloom that was.. Thanks
Interesting and so sad...
RYC: Yes, I can see your point of view about the movies we were discussing. I try to look at it as one man who finally got his story out of his system. I should be so lucky one day!
These are so sad. It's funny that the person who is supposed to have the most joy is the saddest of all...but still joyful in a melancholy way...
Thanks for the visit ! Always enjoy my visits here to read. @-}-}--
Looks like you are planning a trip to this side of the pond. But you will still be too far from here! Have a great trip ! @-}-}--
I really appreciate Rev. Trontby's reluctance to show his tears in the first poem. Interesting how some occupations like physicians, priests are always near death, but are supposed to remain immune. I appreciate how the Rev. shows us the humanity of these figures.
You are so generous with your comments, and I really appreciate them. If you want to see someone who does an excellent job w/ form poetry (specifically pantoums) check out A Scheming Poetess's site. http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=ASchemingPoetess
aww.. they are so sad
Margaritæ Sorori
definitely my favorite. Alzheimer's. What a tragedy that is to have been visited upon the human race. I wonder if dogs get it. I don't think so.
Yes, that what the poem was about. There was a real woman of that name the poet W E Hanley also wrote a poem about her. http://ourfavouritepoems.homestead.com/23.html his was more subtle on her condition.
Margaritæ Sorori
I love all of these! So spiritually rich!
very sweet and sad, I can't spell melancholy ?? death and aging are strange things, they rob us of our minds and bodies and great people we love- as well as the not so great things among us...
When you write poems about death and dying, do you think that your readership become concerned for your present state of health? RYC: I'm glad your son enjoyed his vacation in the Philippines! What year did he go?
Dear Terry,
I think I have told you I like the Rev.'s poems the best, and this collection is excellent, esp. the first and the second.
I read the blog entry from Little Egypt. I thought Elizabeth had told me you were going to visit Doug in Tezas, and I was considering meeting you, but now it's changed to Ohio? Or was I mistaken? Well, I get my second opinion on the cataract operation next month anyway so will probably not be doing any travelling this year.
But I do hope you have a good time in the ol' U.S.of A. I can only speak for LA of course, but it's a great country if you just try to forget who's running it for a bit.
Michael F. Nyiri, poet, philosopher, fool. (I haven't stopped by your webshots gallery in a while of your other "photo blog" but will shortly. To every thing there is a season, etc.)
Jesus in 2005 blew me away.
Very sad. Life can be so sad.
I would never cease to read your pieces good sir.
I would not be so hard on yourself these are great...
Damn! I wish you wouldn't have let those prudes get to you... I'll miss the Three-Headed Sarahs... just remember what I said in my comment on the Clowne site "F*** them if they can't take a joke" Sometimes people have to kiss a little ass, but this isn't one of those times. This is what the coveted "fredom of speech" that Americans supossedly support is all about and you are catering to the hypocrites. They're all for free speech as long as it is something they want to hear. You're going soft in your old age, Terry. Snap out of it!
...and i just found out that you operated the sarah's site.
darn.
These are very special, moving poems this time. Enjoyed and pondered every one of them!!
RYC: I, also, do not care for most of Millay's poems, but there are a couple, including the Harp Weaver that I do enjoy.
They touched my heart.The second one could be set to music.I had the feeling when I read it that it could be an excellent song and I do not mean hip hop or rap mor like folk or along the lines of Joan Baez.
ryc: You are too kind. I appreciate you taking time and reading on my site and am happy when you like it.
as for the Sarah's: there always will be those who get upset and do not understand we do not only write for other's but also for ourselves.However, I understand.
...congrats on getting your book out...i've made a basic link to it in the "reviews" page of my xanga...
Such a sad set of poems today. Very touching though. I hope I'll thank Marty for being my friend after 55 years of marriage.
Thanks for your comment, I didn't lose!
And I'm sorry to hear about "the Sarah's" site. I understood them, Lord knows why, but I did. I thought their comments and dry humor refreshing. I was never offended, it was the best tongue-in-cheek comments on xanga!
I liked the Sarahs!
As always these words are beyond beautiful. Touches a very deep part of the soul. The first one reminds me of my grandparents. My Grandpa passed away a year ago in July.
Reading your poetry makes me a better person.
Margaritae Sorori is a tragic love story and yet so common among mortals who are but dust and 'just passing through ' Will We Meet Again in Heaven is lovely. And yes, scripture confirms that we will. There are those that I will seek out - my Lord first and then Mom Dad and then my Grandparents who actually raised me, and a favorite Uncle. There is no giving in marriage in heaven, no relationship as we know it now. But the love, I think, will be more intense and we shall be known as we are known here. God made both heaven and earth, the one however will not be corrupted as this one is. I enjoyed reading these.
By the way, have a really wonderful time in Cinncy. Alzheimer's is surely something I hope to circumvent.
Oh my.... I so do miss the Sarahs!!!!! Damn.....
Why the morbid theme for this post, LordP?
I like all of them, as they all touch my heart, and hit too close to home..... I love all your different personas and how you can write as so many different people...amazing..
Hope you're feeling better now. you mentioned in a comment on my site it hurt to type too much...I hope whatever was hurtinh you would be healed and is recovered by now..take care.
leaving a stalk of dark rose,
-Elle
The first one is so sad and also the third one