Wednesday
Jul132011

EENIE, MEANIE MINEY & MOE

Eenie had Emotion,

Fine and Strong and True,

Too bad he lacked Devotion,

And never followed through.

 

Meanie had a pager,

Which beeped most all the time,

Eenie needs a fix of Fear,

To really make him whine.

 

Miney had Desire,

Burning deep inside,

But when it came to trusting Love,

He'd find a cave and hide.

 

Meanie had his number,

Called in nick o' time,

Dealt Distraction strong enough,

To really make him Shine.

 

Moe was in the mix of three,

He knew them very well.

With Meanie and his bag of tricks,

Only Time would tell.

 

For Meanie was a busy man,

Had clients far and wide,

Who needed him to Medicate,

The Flaws they had Inside.

 

Moe lived Life a Pragmatist,

He saw things very Clear:

Addiction comes in many Forms,

To keep us Far from Near.
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Reader Comments (3)

Confusing. First thought it was a riff on computer lingo and expected the word, "emoticon", to come up somewhere, then thought it was a satire, but to be honest, this is not an example of the belly wrenching poetry I look forward to from your very creative mind.
. Not that "belly wrenching" has to be part of every one your poems. But I got used to your writing forcing me to think, to comtemplate and to apreciate the beauty of words. Keep the words coming. Your fb entries give me reasont o check facebook.
Angela.

January 15, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterAngela Osborne

This is, I think, a satirical riff on corporatepeople, showbizpeople -- people who lose their humanity somehow and, swallowing their real feelings, somehow end up mockups of each other. Is that right??? Please answer.
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Firstly, many thanks for visiting my Site and taking the time to "comment". I would never want to limit the freedom of each reader to interpret for themselves, and can see all of your observations as valid. That being said, my original intent when writing this poem was to propose an analogy between the various human characteristics that keep true inter-personal connections from forming and the various crutches people use as co-dependent allies in keeping those traits unattended to. Please come back to leeschiller.com again, and feel free to "comment" further. Best, LJS 9/26/12

September 24, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterAnonymous

I feel that this poem is talking about just one person, with different sides and attributes. One person only.

September 25, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterJackie

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