Best Eeyore Poems
What would we do without Cuddles
They help us to get out of muddles
When we're feelin' down, they replace a frown
And they fill us so full of Love Bubbles
Beethoven, Sparkles and Lulu
Far greater than anything Tragic
Eeyore, T-T-Tigger and Pooh
In Dreams that are filled full of Magic
Angels are made for believin'
Even if we've never seen them
They mind us at night, when we shut our eyes tight
And they help the Dream Fairies to Weave them
I have a weakness for golden blond hair,
and light shade of blue in mascara eyes,
that new recruit in office next door,
I brushed past her as I came up a floor,
and she is got them, she is got them,
She has bloody got them… all of them!!
four decades into life, still out for a mate,
with a good job, house, a car.. well rich!
that girl next door could be my unscratched itch!
opportunity knocks they say but once,
I have to look at this with a magic lens!
there must be a way I could speak with her,
may be an official call, a business deal?
may be pretend I walked in to wrong office?
may be go and try their brand of coffee?
but a morning came when God had better plans,
Walking to my door who should I see waiting there?
the golden blond goddess all on her own!!
million gun shots could not have stunned me more,
I smiled to say a happy hello but sounded like Eeyore!
She returned the smile with radiance of sunrise,
And killed me with a surprise handshake - “Hanna”!
I shook her hand, and must have said my name,
Wished shaking hands could be a lifelong game,
but she soon disengaged and said if she could come in?
She was changing jobs and moving to our office!!
God is kind and in his wisdom, He arranges jobs too!
Itches come, and itches go, some high, some low!
but an itch of the heart is hard to reach,
there are no fingers to go deep and scratch!
So my unscratched itch that I bore with fortitude,
would it be resolved? thank His heavenly grace!
We spoke with eyes and professed with our smiles,
All was looking good till the boss spoke one evening,
he was marrying Hanna, and next week was wedding!!
and my unscratched itch? well, it will remain!!
Who said goddess?? that bloody b**ch!!
Just my mother tryin for
anothur moment of agonised , blisful but
nevurending hapiness, sharin with no one hur
uninterupting joy until my overly large but othurwise
average head appears and the docter says, "anothur
regular ordinary baby, happy new
year I'm sory, what did you say his name was"
08/13/2015
Eeyore the Dr. Ignorant,
Winnie the Pooh, ambulant,
On a walk in the woods,
Are they up to no good?
Winnie does say,
In his happiest way,
"Buzz, buzz, buzz,
I wonder where the birdies was?
Whoops, in my eye, birdie's blip!
I guess that's what you call a gift!"
"Goosh, is that who I see",
"Winnie the Pooh, It's Mickey Mouse, do you remember me?"
"Where are you going Winnie? I am on my way to Disneyland",
"Where I shall meet all of my friends".
"Me too Mickey , I shall see you there near the honey tree",
"Where me and all of my friends will be".
Time goes on, Mickey Mouse and Pooh Bear and all of thier friends meet near the honey tree,
They all were filled with glee.
Mickey, "I want you to meet my friends Christopher Robin, Piglet and Eeyore",
..."then there's Roo, Rabbit, Tigger, Owl and Kango, oh boy"...
"Aw gee, the same for me, meet my friends Donald Duck, Daisy Duck, Goofy and Pluto and Minnie Mouse",
"We would love for you to come to our clubhouse".
The clubhouse filled with friends and friends anew,
...so many they did not know what to do...
They decided they would have a tea party with lemon, honey and cheese,
It's two o'clock the air filled with laughter and voices saying "pass me the cheese please".
When the party was over it was time to clean the clubhouse up, so everyone had a task,
Things were done when one hour passed.
Then it was time to say good bye, Mickey yelled "I will see you soon" to Winnie and his friends,
Winnie's reply was, "just let me know when".
Off to the Hundred Acre Wood where they all lived, Christopher Robin led the way,
While the others followed, it seemed that they all enjoyed their stay.
[contest entry ] Jackie Thomas 1/5/2013
His name is Pooh and he's aware
that he is quite a special bear.
In times of stress he'll comfort you
then dance away when he is through.
Just got to find that pot of honey,
and he'll succeed,I'll wager money!
But if your spirits need a lift
he'll share his treasure like a gift.
His best friend is a human boy
and C.R. knows Pooh's not a toy.
Tigger,Eeyore and the rest
know that Chris loves Pooh the best!
He climbs up every tree there is
then skittles down like no-ones's biz!
Yet,if the honey he can find
he'll stop to feast if you don't mind!
Yes I love this shaggy fellow
with his wisecracks and his bellow.
He's a handsome bear indeed,
a better friend you'll never need!
By Deb Wilson
for contest "Disney"
sponsored by Linda-Marie Sweetheart of PS
Eeyore the donkey gray
scowled"another bother's another day".
Couldn't keep his poor tail on for long.
You'd never hear him burst into some happy song!
Winnie the pooh is an icon
A mascot for a Canadian brigade
Named after the a lieutenants home
With the name of Winnipeg I heard
Mickey Mouse is an endearing fellow
To replace Oswald the lucky rabbit
Minnie his friend shyly says “Hello”
Poor Oswald is no more he’s had it
Wonder what would happen if
Mickey and Winnie were friends
Would Minnie get very jealous
Or would Tigger make amends
Whatever happens to this pair
A legend they have both become
Eeyore, Tigger and Winnie share
Minnie, Donald and Mickey’s home
In the Magic kingdom life is fun
Children gaze often in wonderment
At the rides and games to be won
Goodies to buy until money spent
So off home they go with their bags full
Of sweaters, bags, trainers and more
Most importantly a memory has been instilled
So dreams will be dreamt for evermore
Seren Roberts 1 January 2013
Deep within throes of writer's block cerebral cortex feels frozen to the core
Haint no rhyme nor reason
why writing a poem such an arduous chore
twenty two days afore
winter solstice twenty twenty more
or less three weeks from tomorrow
November thirtieth, I implore
the god/goddess of poetry,
perhaps found within Bangalore
highlighted by the 'Green Door'
guarded by the key don Eeyore
also known as Al Gore
him of Earth in the Balance fame
who by George got ambushed unsure
if he chad chance to claim victory tour
when former candidate did score
less electoral college votes
nevertheless in my mind before
thoroughgoing count did ignore
discarded ballots scattered
all across the floor
which outcome incurred Iraq war
insinuating weapons of mass destruction
the gung ho forty third president forswore
existed but quite a few
respectable Republicans did abhor
pinning such ambiguous lore
upon head of recalcitrant Saddam Hussein
bombed back to stone age
think lavishing primitive home decor
no imprecation heaped and hurled
upon United States military, nor
thug, who nobody did adore
asking politely "por favor
can I pretty please take detour
to Galapagos Islands of Ecuador
made famous courtesy Charles Darwin
still popular best selling author
at garden variety generic bookstore
which borders on ridiculous for sure
yet inane rhyme tore
thru my noggin after writer's block
yours truly did deplore
he would spend countless hours in vain
every burst of creativity I did explore
found me smack dab against
figurative cul de sac and bonjour
to you too three score
orbitz after me late papa did bore
mama, she passed away
fifteen years before.
Thanks for not saying I'm an Alpaca!
Llama
Calmer
Kitten will only eat Kit-E cat
Fussy
Pussy
Tiddle's uses her litter tray
Tiddle's
Piddles
Eeyore had far too much to drink
Wonky
Donkey
Jockeying for position
Racehorse
Off course
Top dog
Yuppie
Puppy
Time for walkies
Shih-tzu
Needs pooh!
Sponsored by Brian Strand
06/18/21
Into each life some rain must fall
But this is bloody ridiculous
Folks on the corner are building an ark
Their workmanship is quite fastidious
They seem to know something is up
Like a scary upcoming event
Hasn't stopped raining for about a month
Sometimes gets really intense
Not used to this miserable rainy weather
Where the heck did winter go?
These dismal skies can be so depressing
What we need is piles of snow
Whoa is me, I'm sounding like Eeyore
I repeat, this is bloody ridiculous
I used to be such a happy old soul
The gods have become unscrupulous
© Jack Ellison 2013
The forecasters are predicting 55°F today... this Canada in January!!!
What's up with that???
entered said market seconds later,
and dye motioned (to her) as she sigh
lent lee reached same idle sturdy cart,
which ordinarily requires a quarter to pry
loose from a train of chained property.
I unthinkingly, reflexively, and blithely my
deferred politesse she took possession of cart.
Within instantaneous affirmation je
nais sais quais consent given for her
to load groceries in sought after cart, this guy
noir got fast impression immediately formed,
whereby visually this chic chica to die
for spurred enticement as very pleasing
Halloween eye candy, hence desirable allie
madamoiselle in question totally tubularly
unaware of lovelorn spate. Minutes before
tardy reaction (and perfect comeback
ex post facto) momentarily preoccupied chore
viz reviewing mental check list, my intent
to act with courage and acknowledge a door
quick to close. Her (unbeknownst)
attractiveness to me. Upon inadvertently
froze me like Eeyore
At a children’s book exhibit
With amazing things on view,
I was struck to find a case
Which had the one and only Pooh.
In the same display was Eeyore,
Roo and Kanga, even Tigger;
All were gifts to son from father
Every year as he got bigger.
Now the son, Christopher Robin,
Was the hero of the books
So his character was given
All his foibles, traits and looks.
Though it looked quite sweet and tender,
I once heard a different tale –
That the son despised his father
Once those books were put on sale.
So it’s wise to then consider
What our kids will really think
If we choose to share their stories –
They may someday need a shrink.
But it could have been avoided
Had the hero been called “Joe;”
Then Chris Robin could have basked in glory,
Incognito, though.
Do I like to receive 'em?
You better believe it!
A day without accolades
I couldn't conceive it
I mope around moaning
My head hanging down
I feel like Eeyore
Wearing a frown
But sure as shootin'
Someone sends me cheer
And I'm once again grinning
From ear to ear
For the rest of the day
I'm floating on air
Nothing can depress me
No worries no cares
If you'd like to contribute
To my mental wellbeing
Send me some happy
My face will be beaming
©Jack Ellison 2012
For our friend, Caren:
RELAXATION OF FAERIE FOREST
dosido, arm in arm
through the pinefill
of faeries. celebratory shakes,
knowing nothing of masks.
protected from human mistakes.
clinking of teacups
“Morning, dear.”
the scent of honeysuckle
and lilacs.
invitation of forest minds,
muses tempting, plotting,
prodding.
fluttering petals, prams
giggling.
girltime in volition.
the whispers are cheering, cherry blossoms
with twirling wings
whirligigs of chimes, tinkling.
zephyr zests the piney invitation
of relaxation — imagination unreal.
silken hues, scarves dance like a chinese dragon.
my dear friend’s amused. she smiles, unconfused.
serendipity of each new introduction, production
by Ann of Appletree, Beatrice of Begonia, Calise of Calliope.
explosion of applause by humans...
teeth whitened by sunlight...
lips spread as if puppet strings of gold suspended them…
my friend cheered up as they nickname her
Eeyore of Eglantine.
A muse slants her eyes from under the bough
a bit jealous
but a “tee hee,” develops and a wee hand
covers her mouth
but she remembers to cover it and pout.
She shouts,”All hail Eeyore of Eglantine!” then rolls
her eyes, a bit too cute.
Someone’s suspicious!
1/22/2021