"eeny" poems
I’m starting to believe that this nomadic lifestyle
Ain’t at all for the faint of heart
Thousands of places in so little time
Exhausted but I can’t stop yet as no one place holds extreme value to me
Footprints in the sand tell a story of where I’ve been
Darkness engulfs me and makes it harder to decide where to begin
Perhaps I should just ‘eeny meeny miny mo’ it
Since stopping isn’t nearly as important
Thoughts clutter my walkway like precious gems covered by a recent sandstorm
Disgruntled, I glance out over my shoulder
Listening for the whisper of the wind to call out to me
But wait… I’m getting a head of myself
That’s dangerous when you’re a nomad
Whatever is waiting around the next bend
A mystery waiting to be unveiled
Like a grieving widow, mourning her sanity
I run
Disjointed from reality
I feel no pain
Opinions stabbing me like shards of glass
Dripping with the blood of identity
I’m a fraud… and yet, on I run
The tears I’ve cried flow through this deserted land like the Nile
It’s ingenious
They nurture my steps
A suckling waiting to be fed
I travel the worn path
night and day day and night
Stopping only to mark my place
I’ve been here before
And I never even left the comfort of my bed
This journey of a thousand steps
Inside my ever restless mind
Feb 8, 2023
Feb 8, 2023 at 11:32 AM UTC
A for Austerity, P for Poverty,
R for Recession, and U for Unemployment.
Recession is in town with her three
Un-amusing friends, whose hands are always
on their lips; and wherever the gang goes
they take away the fun from that place;
tinny Tanana biko biko! Whose car is
unemployment going to take away, to
make him use his leg-dis benz?
Eeny Meeny Miney mo! Whose house is poverty
going to crash in, and undo a
lifetime’s work in a matter of weeks?
tinny Tanana, biko biko! What will austerity
sell to the state? Is it a string for
the ministers to tighten the state purse?
Hear! Hear! Recession is in town. Bad
policies invited her with her three friends
to party and paint the town gray;
shame on the leaders on whose watch the
doors of the state were opened to recession
and her three friends; their ears will
be filled with the wailing and insults of the
populace, like the cry of a widow, whose
only son has passed away, fills the house.
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 5:10 AM UTC
smoke billows across the open sky
dancing on the horizon of space and time
from a distance the beauty is admired
sitting atop gentling rolling hills
long blades of grasses and petals of wild flowers
the culmination of such always brings a sense of peace
but not today
this will not be the day for any sort of serenity
there is nothing to fear but fear itself
except certain death
looming in the distance
waiting for innocence to be served up on a silver platter
he is coming for you and he is coming for me
dressed in a fancy suit he pretends to be whatever you want
the essence of life that binds us
is also the cascade of our dismay
eeny meeny miney moe
catch the devil by his toe
and if he hollars let him go
but he will be back, this you know
i have yet to hear of anyone walking away from such encounters unscathed
there is a sense of irony to the entire situation, if you ask me
i'm just living to die
what about you?
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 1:51 PM UTC
When I say,
Eeny, Meanie, Miney, Moe,
You know what follows,
Today's children don't know.
Should we be shamed,
Though blameless,
Called racist and supremacist.
I learned those words long after the rhyme,
Losing innocence with time.
Can I still call you Whitey
If my skin is...
Well, different from Whitey's.
I'd be stupid
To catch a tiger
By the toe;
PETA would skin me.
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 9:30 AM UTC
Sometimes when I'm faced
With a decision I freeze, great..
My Lifes taken to sticks it, and sit it,
At a fork In the road, to wait
For my choice, where's fate?
....cuz so far my choices to date
Is why I'm writing this, fighting it,
Knowing in my past I've made
Decisions causing collisions
Man made damnation,damaging
The way only a master of disaster
Can... With a strategy of calamity
A catastrophe, to make an *** of me
Like I compete VS. tragedy
To see who can cause more horror,. &destruction; but no match for me
Is he, as my demolition savagery
Similar to whenever havocs seen
And as it happens. I'm always like
"Yo..What the F$&@ is happening??!"
Clueless like Alicia silverstone
In the library with a wrench
As Cornel mustard calls her *****
And this is where ration ends
And wanders like it saunters off
topic hoping itll delay or help
Fantasies of **** woman come out
Now I'm a Plummer...hired to help
... But eventually, I'm back held
Forced to be an adult, oh why ..
..forced to pick a road or grow old
And hold stagnant, until I die
Which don't sound so bad, but a dad
Always has to consider
And factor in. to weigh the variable,
In the form of his lil diaper *******
Who really could use a baby sitter
Who is sexy,so a ....baby sister
Can be made, but ...focus dont stray
This is no time to joke or play
Eeny-meeny miney moe
Catch a politician by its toe
So you can ask advice, then told:
"It's a gd time to relapse on blow"
Which is only said cuz my head
Controls the imagined figment
Which says nothing except that,my
Heads not where sane thoughts visit
So as I stare at the two paths
I feel debilitated and instead
Of perpetual fear, the thoughts fed
Says no matter which way I head
Ill be left to wonder where I'm lead
If I chose the path, which I did not
When I decide and divide I try the path I now continue so do not
think too much. and yet still
Frozen and paralyzed at a halt
I stand a man, full of fear, a vault
holding a scared boy full of fault
But Self doubt amplifies as adults
At least for me, so immobile I'm left
Confused by why I'm still undecided
But already feel my choices regret ...
..... I hope I don't fork myself .....
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 1:28 AM UTC
be still.
make a choice to avoid making any choices for as long as you possibly can.
what power do you have when so many other people's choices blur your own.
close your eyes.
decide not to decide.
decisions are for people that have nothing better to do than choose.
but I do.
i just choose not to.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 1:38 PM UTC
Making choices may be difficult at times
However, we cannot simply rely and depend on being bias
There are circumstances, situations, and dealings
That making a choice is really a must.
Think of whatever choices you will make
This will avoid regrets in the future.
If unexpectedly you made a wrong choice
It is still fine.
We learn from these errors
Which make us wiser and confident
The choice is yours to make
Stand firm by it.
Jan 24, 2021
Jan 24, 2021 at 12:50 AM UTC
So MARY loved a little lamb—
Especially on her plate.
But watch out, Mary: too much lamb
Can make you overweight.
HUMPTY DUMPTY sat on the wall.
Learn from his mistake.
If you are not mindful, you
Could also fall and break.
A TISKET, a TASKET,
Forget about a basket.
Do what you are told
Or your folks will blow a gasket!
JACK SPRAT could eat no fat.
Too much fat could **** him.
But mounds of veggies on his plate
Certainly don't thrill him.
If MRS. SPRAT could eat no lean
And just the fatty parts,
Wasn’t her cholesterol level
Jumping off the charts?
MISTRESS MARY, quite contrary,
Brags about her garden,
Which, she adds, is quite unique.
**** Oops, beg your pardon.
Are silver bells and cockle shells
Much to brag about?
I guess they are more practical
When there is a drought.
JACK B. NIMBLE was pretty slick,
Although he was a nut.
Don’t play around with candlesticks,
Or you could burn your ****
EENY MEENY MINY MOE...
Invest your money and watch it grow.
It’s good to save and not to owe,
EENY MEENY MINY MOE...
GEORGIE PORGIE made the girls cry
Every time he kissed ‘em.
They didn’t like that chauvinist
And the way he dissed ‘em.
Did JACK AND JILL go up the hill
Really to get water?
What kind of H2O
Would make him swerve and totter?
If these days PETER put his wife
In a pumpkin shell,
He'd never hear the end of it;
Boy, she’d give him hell!
- by Bob B
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 8:10 AM UTC
if words are life
then are all their
permutations
all 77
different words for fear
just shadows
smoke
of memories
which have crawled
out of me
and found a life in the mirror
with its gilded frame
tarnished
with the trail of destruction
bodies
piling up and up and up
towards the sky.
having these shadow creatures
living in the mirror
coming out to play
tic tac toe
eeny meeny miney mo
better let that razor go.
at least i’m never alone
smoke always caresses
my face when
i find myself
living in the mirror too.
a sweet touch
cool yet searing
calculated and wild
silk of broken mirrors.
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 1:31 PM UTC
Tagged bodies are lined up in rooms of twos.
Our head boss decides for us which ones to pursue.
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe...
Only the “one” will this Angel of Mercy bestow worthy.
We pray that it will be you.
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 2:07 PM UTC
Picking up the ounce and the nine
Leaving them elbows behind
I’m shaking bacon
I’m awaken, shift and shaping
all the time
Constantly looking behind
For the pigs all the time
Make a move,
Hot pursuit
Grab my boot and pop a few
gun shots multiple times
Fleeing the Scene of the crime
Cause I’m living out of my mind
That’s your constitution that you're saluting
I intrude before you pollute
Rapidly dropping like rain
Every one of them are the same
Eeny meeny miny moe
Pick one aim and let one go
Duck hunt
The name of the game
Nintendo
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 5:47 AM UTC
It's very disturbing to hear people say
That they wholeheartedly object
To being forced to weigh their words
And having to be politically correct.
Forgetting the crassness of earlier times,
They want to return to the careless days
When Jews were called horrible things;
When blacks weren't "blacks" and gays weren't "gays";
When Native Americans were called "redskins";
When despicable names were given to our foes,
And children were taught horribly racist
"Eeny, meeny, miny, moes."
People didn't "cheat" you, they "gyped" you;
The Irish and Italians were both called names;
"Eskimo" was a generalized term;
Men referred to women as "dames."
Mute people were "dumb" back then;
Latinos and Asians were called names, too.
It seems that derogatory words
Were seldom if ever considered taboo.
Will decency and respect both
Be tossed out the window? Please say no.
We can't return to the ignorant days
Of racist jokes and slurs and Jim Crow.
Being a considerate human means
Sometimes bearing a heavy load.
Our lack of sensitivity
Can lead us down a dangerous road.
- by Bob B
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 9:49 AM UTC
Eeny,
Meeny,
Miny,
Moe.
Where'd my
Stimulus check go?
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 11:09 PM UTC
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Take your phone and let it go
If it rings you just say no
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 5:26 PM UTC
Anger
That had you devoured
Due to the guilt
Caused by words made alive by an ink
Beliefs
That you want me to believe
You want to impose
But I have a mind of my own
Pity
That you want me to see
But I'm out of remorse
You've made me worse
Money
That I've given for free
There's no point having it back
I've given it to a beggar
Introduction
That has no more connection
I don't care at all
If you've completed each other's holes
Regret
That you left
My worth
That you overlooked
Forgiveness
That you don't even deserve
Or I don't want to give
Either way, it's a no *****
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 2:20 AM UTC