"meany" poems
Deaths Of 2013
My third year doing this.
Paul Walker, Texas ranger,
driving fast leads to danger.
Matt Osbourne was Doink The Clown,
Paul Bearer always wore a frown.
Dennis Farina and James Gandolfini,
always played a mobster meany.
Peter O'Toole, famous actor,
Prime Minister, Margaret Thatcher.
President Nelson Mandela,
Dennis Burkley, was a famous fat actor fella.
Lou Reed, is now on the wild side,
took all the colored girls for a ride.
Conrad Bain and Bonnie Franklin,
tv actors who had white skin.
Paul Blair and Stan The Man,
playing baseball, when they can.
Marcia Wallace and Lisa Robin Kelly,
both had ***** that bounced like jelly.
Tom Clancy wrote famous books,
not much on having good looks.
Cory Montieth and Patti Page,
one died young, other of old age.
Jean Stapleton, was Edith Bunker,
Archie always put her in the dumper.
Pat Summerall and Deacon Jones,
played football and broke some bones.
Dr. Joyce Brothers and Pauline Phillips,
they both gave good and bad tips.
Ray Manzarek, from The Doors,
Jeff Hanneman knew all Slayers chords.
Chrissy Amphlett, liked to touch herself,
Caleb Moore's trophies are on his shelf.
Mindy McCready and George Jones,
both hit those country tones.
Chris Kelly from Kris Kross,
Ed Koch is a New York loss.
David Frost and Roger Ebert,
always had words to insert.
Anneitte Funicello from Mickey Mouse Club,
Eydie Gorme almost got a snub.
Jonathan Winters, was very funny,
to come from Mork's egg, made him money.
If you don't know who these people are,
look them up, internet not very far.
For the ones that I missed,
please don't get to ******
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC
Hotshot
Potshot
Fool shot
Cool shot
No shot
Yo shot
Shot, shot, shot, shot
Hey hotshot
Can you tell me who’s the shot caller
You’re lookin pretty dreamy
Didn’t mean to be a meany
Some things come so naturally
Shots are ringing from your balcony
So come on Romeo
Take a *** shot
Hotshot
And
Please tell me if I have a
Shot, shot, shot, shot
Hotshot
You’re such a cool shot
Badass
You can call the shots
You can shoot the shots
You got the elevated status
But, you ain’t got no action
You always know what's going down
You nowhere to be found
Because you're the shot caller
And I don’t have a shot
Shot, shot, shot, shot
Do i
Do I
Do I
Hey, hotshot
Can you see
I’m down on my knees
Beggin you please
For a
Shot, shot, shot, shot
Hotshot
You know I’m such a cool shot
And this is so out of character for me
Can’t you see
I can see
You’re laughing at me
For being a fool shot
Please tell me if I have a
Shot, shot, shot, shot
Hotshot
Will I ever see you at my door
Is this it
Nothing more
Looking pretty dreamy
This time, promise
Not to be a meany
Please tell me if I have a
Shot, shot, shot, shot
Dale had a friend
His name was shot
Because he was
Shot, shot, shot, shot
Who lives and who dies
Doesn’t matter when you’re a lifer
You run the prison
Make the decision
That’s not, not, not, not what I mean
Didn’t mean to be mean
So please
Won’t you tell me if I have a
Shot, shot, shot, shot
I’m down on my knees
Beggin you please
For a
Shot, shot, shot, shot
What I really mean is
Who’s the shot caller
What I really mean is
Well I know I’m unrehearsed
But quite well versed
I think you’ll agree
Always with me
I’m never home alone
Don’t pathologize
Just Apologize
For being such a **** **** ****
I know I don’t know how
But I’ll hold your hand
And you can show me how
Then I’ll quickly get off stage
Before it goes to my head
And all I want to do
Is be a deadhead
I mean it quite literally
Always looking for meaning
And that’s what I’m trying to say
My reflection seems to inspire perfection
And that’s not what I mean
Seems I’m always ******* off everyone
With my off the cuff remarks
That set off sparks
And I think it’s quite a lark
But, I’m the only one laughing
So please tell me if I have a
Shot, shot, shot, shot
Before I’m
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Yo shot
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 11:43 AM UTC
drink pour drink
lacking love I sink
swimming in the pink
my soul is stretching for the leek
the thing I want I'm doomed to want
if ever id had it, id have at least lost
but never at all not for lack of trying
meany a time offered out to be cried in
any time other its *** or its sin
unlovable or am I looked down upon
some god picked me to frown upon
some life randomly to be shat upon
unneeded my outdated satyricon
Faust verily howbeit parfay
whilom methinks maugre swoopstake
twixt speed and sweven, swink eke teen
mayhap afore alack fore fie
clepe gardyloo thole
whosoever sith wist whereof speed
Jan 25, 2013
Jan 25, 2013 at 12:00 AM UTC
Step 1: Take a breather. Don't start going insane and terrorizing the city with chainsaws. That is in a later step. Go have a cup of tea. Calm. If you're cold go get a blanket. Think warm thoughts. Imagine you are on fire. Okay, actually never mind, don't do that.
Step 2: Go back to your computer and hold down the off button until it completely shuts off.
Step 3: Scream obscenities at your laptop, kick it and drop it off the roof.
Step 4: Wonder why it isn't turning on.
Step 5: Call your second cousin twice removed's best friend's dogsitter's guitar teacher's Polish-speaking doctor who lives in Germany. Ask him for help. Apologize for thinking she was a man and explain the ****** hair in the pictures and her extremely deep voice were misleading. Say hello a couple times into the receiver before accepting she has hung up on you.
Step 6: Send your second cousin twice removed's best friend's dogsitter's guitar teacher's Polish-speaking doctor who lives in Germany a basket of muffins with a heartfelt apology note written in Korean, to prove you are multi-cultural.
Step 7: Hug your computer and stroke it creepily whispering: Awwww who’s a good laptop?
Step 8: Dump a bucket of water on your computer when it STILL doesn’t turn on. That’ll teach it.
Step 9: Cry about your hair not being shiny enough. Get distracted by a butterfly. Wonder why there is a butterfly in the middle of the arctic. Wonder why you are in the arctic and how you got there.
Step 10: Feed your stupid meany-pants laptop to a polar bear.
Step 11: RUN in terror from the hungry polar bear with indigestion that you have just ****** off.
Step 12: Get your chainsaw and go terrorize the nearest village.
Step 13: Send that village a basket of muffins and a heart-felt apology note written in gibberish so they are impressed by the fact that you are fluent in Gibberish.
(OPTIONAL STEP 14: Send that polar bear a basket of muffins. Just to be nice.)
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 12:24 PM UTC
Deep in the jungle, where there was no light
The tree’s were swaying for there was a fight
Flora and Fauna the greatest of all
Hadn’t been called to the jungle ball
Flora now was a beauty but also a great ,boon to humanity
Fauna there was not so pretty, but she was real meany
Fauna said: This an offence I cannot handle
You go Flora , let me curse a bundle.”
“But you can come and take revenge with me
just you should not betray me”
said Fauna in a cunning voice
“I not know, it’s your choice.”
“Never will, I do so and you wait and see:
How I am turned queen you little spoiled bee,
the jungle is a beauty, I in charge
you see you little meany I am Flora,
Queen of the jungle, you cannot harm me
‘Well Well I gave you a chance, but you can’t dance
I am taking you away somewhere, you never no where”
and with that you see was a great flash
and flora and fauna were burnt to ash
There grew plants which were know to be flora and fauna, green and lush.
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 10:14 AM UTC
Humid August Morning
Packed in my mind lies, all betrayals of my past
It shows on my face like a ****** mask
Over the passing years nothing seems to change
Not even my wore out tattoos nicknames,
I seek answer; I search for peace,
I am caged, I am seized
With my innermost thoughts and convictions
What’s my purpose, which one of my petals is going to fall now?
Who’ going to step in and staged an intervention?
I am caged, I am seized, I am so loving ******
Surrounded by happiness, laughter and some forgiveness
Once again, here I am taking another summer test.
Open bars, aged faces, cold frosty Banks beers
An islander tradition nothing changes,
not even my tattoo nicknames, Bajan Yankee
Caribbean Queen and Meany heartbreaker,
However, when the laughter fades,
and the music stop in the most romantic setting
A black heart, a broken soul, makes old memories resurfaces;
I see so much, I heard so much and
I overthink so much about worldly things
How can I not go back to the land of the flying fish?
Or where the Bank beers are four for ten
Or where the rooster wakes us up at the crack of dawn,
where humble people just smiling
and saying hello makes a different.
The annoying mosquito buzzes under the protected nets
Till I reach for a can of repellant with anger and yelled who’s next!
I‘ve heard the annoying barks of the neighbor dogs
The unsettling morning news, but nothing as soothing
As watching a black bird singing in the apple trees.
Speaking to the heart of the humans souls:
Once again I am an Island Girl
*See how the nature trees, flowers, grass grow in silence
See the stars, the moon and the sun; we need to be able to touch souls*
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 10:17 AM UTC
Did you eve know
A teeny weeny meany;
Who alway carried a grudge?
He let his physique
Turn him away from fun
And so he refused to budge.
It’s like his body
Totally resided in just
That one small patch of his skin.
He sang that tune
To himself, in his own mind,
Words and music, again and again.
Don’t hang around with size queens!
They never have made much sense.
They don’t have your heart in mind.
Their minds need a really good rinse.
People should love you only because
For yourself in and out of bed.
If the important thing is **** size
There’s not much going on in their heads.
There really are people
Who don't care about feelings
Who will only go after one thing.
Flip them some coin
And say them when they mature
They should use the money give you a ring.
If they haven’t learned
To use their minUscule minds
That everybody has some worth.
Then they are the fools,
Probably won’t ever change,
And you are the salt of the earth.
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 1:06 AM UTC
Your memory serves you
but mine is so lame
it bothers you still
so please tell me again
Who stole your lunchbox
who smashed your new toy
who failed to hug you
when you were a boy
who broke your heart and
who chipped your front tooth
who sapped your energy
who took your youth
who who who who
and who didn't choose you for kickball that day
who left you stranded to walk all that way
who took your Christmas and
who stole your pride
who locked the door and
who left you outside in the rain
What is was the
the reason you
you must take the shame
tell it to get off your back
just the same
let out the anger
and cut loose the pain
grab onto LOVE, baby
Run from this city of blame!
who wasn't there when you needed him so
who made you clean up and shovel the snow
Who was a meany and
who was a grinch
who took a mile when you gave him an inch
who who who who
and who said "I Do"
with their two fingers crossed
who dumped you for someone
way better but sauced
who bought you a burger
but wanted much more
who took your hopes
and your dreams to the floor
What is was the
the reason you
you must take the shame
tell it to get off your back
just the same
let out the anger
and cut loose the pain
grab onto LOVE, baby
Run from this city of blame!
who robbed your innocence
who stole your crown
promised the moon
and took off at sundown
the memories haunt us
though we may forgive
forgetting is hard
'cuz it is what it is
we'll do this together
when they're all around
chalk it all up
to the past
and then get outta town!
What is was the
the reason we
you must take the shame
tell it to get off our backs
just the same
let out the anger
and cut loose the pain
grab onto LOVE
and then run from this city of
blame
hold onto each other and
RUN from the city of blame
leave all our baggage
and run from this city of blame.
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 10:07 PM UTC
Daddy, I heard you talking to that meany, Mr. Suicide
But I don't want you to go daddy!
I don't want you die!
What about me daddy?
What if you make me cry?
I'm gonna miss you daddy
I'm not gonna lie!
I'm so sorry, baby!
You're absolutely right!
What was I thinking, sweety
It'll all be alright
Just for you, my darling
I'm gonna win this fight
Promise me, daddy
That you're not going to lose!
Promise me, daddy
That its me who you choose!
Promise me, daddy
That you'll be tying no knoose!
I promise you, sweety
That its all in the past!
I promise you darling
That its not gonna last!
I promise you baby,
These ideas have been cast!
Goodbye, Mr. Suicide
You just cannot stay
Don't you see
For my darling,
I cast you away?
Goodbye Mr. Suicide
Now my answer is nay
Can't you see
For my sweety,
I toss you away?
I'm proud of you, daddy
Just know this to be true
You're the best, daddy
We can now start anew
Now guess what, daddy
I Love you!
Thank you, my sweety
I love you too!
Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 11:02 AM UTC
****** hell
**** I fell
Wish I had a better pail
For hulling my heart
Sitting on ice
Looking for someone to treat it nice
It fell out of my chest
So meany years back
And its ***** and stained
Its torn and cracked
Looking forward
Remembering back
Just hoping that cupid will cut me some slack
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 7:23 PM UTC
I am a man with meany hidden secrets. I am a Templar. I am sworn to protect our secrets. And with that i have heart the love of my life. I wonted to to tell her but with that there came a price. we would be hunted down. i could not let that happen to her.
So for that I am sorry Abigail Ryan Bailey
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC
All around me are loved ones but even closer is you. You mad me happy ever since we met but now u love some one else i am a man of god. I lost that when you told me how felt. I here the voices yelling talking won ting me to heart thous who i love. i heart you meany times i have felled you my love. i am sorry. will you love me back
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 6:40 PM UTC
The wind that blows is all that anyone knows
-Thoreau
“She hit me!” “She did not!” “He hit her first!”
“You can ask anyone – I hit the mike!”
“No, no, she hit me!” “No, he is the worst!”
“No, not at all, that’s not what it was like!”
“The president’s a meany!” “The press is rude!”
“This is unprecedented!” “You’re a fake!”
“Take away his pass; I’m not in the mood!”
“It’s unacceptable!” “Well, you’re a snake!”
As the nation crumbles in violence and smoke
The press and president are one bad joke
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 3:34 PM UTC
Eenie,
Meenie,
Miney,
Mo,
Catch a poet by his toes,
If he suffers,
Let him go,
Eenie,
Meany,
Miney,
Oh...
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 8:10 PM UTC
How do you cope with your hands
capel of so meany things
life your dreams
saying things
about how you feel
greetings love
all the worldly things
there was a life
there in words
I am more
look at my hand
see how it dances
look around inside
what is my life
Onedering when it Starts.
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 11:21 AM UTC
CUT DEEP
Tue, 08/02/2016 - 11:57 -- Poetic Judy Emery
There is a great deal of depression
in a life of pain ;
oh , how this body aches
I know no body truly knows me
But if they did would it meany anything ?
Dark Angel has overtaken me
my soul longs for the day he lets me go,
all he wants is full control over me
oh , how he cuts deep at my mind
just to see my heart bleed most of the time,
his words are like an old sad love song
that never stops playing
my mind is filed with deep thoughts
my heart feels its loss
the tears I cry is like a flood
that never ends deep within ,
I was too young to understand the ways of sin
My life was never right in my mother's eyes
No matter how hard I ever try
all she seen was the dark side of me
she called me her black seed
I was only two when I started crying out
for those painful words to end
as I got older
the pains had grown stronger
I would get down on my knees
Please make the hurt stop
but they never did ,
I would cry deep in the night
asking why did my own mother
did not love me ;
why did my father leave me like this?
holding his big old mess
he just walked away without a word of goodbyes
their ware no words no words to ease my pains
every day this old pain has given me so much rain,
Poetic Lilly /Judy Emery (c)
Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 5:00 PM UTC