Today, my wife kicked me out of the house.
On the park bench next to me - Mickey Mouse.
It seems that his pretty wife, Minnie,
called him a no-count, lazy ninny.
He was a star, achieved all his wishes,
but he was laid low by dirty dishes.
He was too eager to please, kind of a ninny
used up, discarded and walked on by many
a rug, a mat, he had shoe prints on his back
taking advantage of him was “our thing” said cousin Mac
How can you be too easy to please?
I did not understand.
Until I joined a mariachi band
We want everyone to like us
and we won’t go away
until you clap and cheer and give us accolades today
I once knew a lass from McKinney
She weren’t fat and she weren’t skinny
Somewhere in between
But naught but a teen
So I left her alone I’m no ninny!
Met an eager charming panhandler today
His smile was unusually bright and gay
Hi he said with friendly eyes and big smile
I was on a jog, had gone about a mile
Hi yourself I sang out in a voice that rivaled his
He looked pleased, not understanding my tone or biz
Do you have some extra change? He asked me
I laughed and giggled and slapped one knee
Extra change. What does that mean? I asked
His face was not as Pollyanna-smiling-masked
Money you don’t need, dollars will do too
His expression was innocent, his eyes bright blue
A buck or five, twenty would be welcome and plenty
I laughed, amused tears at this begging bold ninny
These tears ran down my face and fell off my blouse
I could use your spare twenties, I told this blatant louse.
You are asking me for money? He said.
His eyes nearly leapt out of his head
If you don’t have a twenty, a hundred would do I replied.
The panhandler walked off, ignoring my gloat of pride.
ninny nonny noose
with a neck inside
stretchy stretchy stretch
and the witch she died
golly, gallows in a gully
hanging hung in such a hurry
spell a spell a spell did she
with a bucket boiling full of tea
with which the witch survived
never never died
ninny nonny noose
no neck inside!
There was a vampire, oh so skinny
drinking blood was not his destiny
vegan was his diet
tried to keep it quiet
we thought him quite a silly ninny.
he had often aspired to being a jester
the wise one of Tarot land
cheekily dressed with wit on his lips
as of late he has been caught up
in irreverent lies and half-truths
tossed at him in anger and drunken inhibition
and his glittery clothes soaked them up for a while
until he himself imbibed in retribution and pain
a toxic combination of venom and vile
far from the love that still is
distant from kindness and compassion
so much that when he looked into the mirror
a vagrant journeyman of feeling and thought
looked like a lost soul in the middle of nowhere
at first he shrieked and shouted his hurt
refused to believe that he himself had become
much more than numb
was far less innocent than his imagined whistles and bells
deceived him to portray
eventually the halfwit resolved to
accept his own imperfections
and called his purple garments blue and red
for the union was at great danger
violet and lilac notions turned into new ideas
at times his face contorted in horror
his hands portrayed claws
and his mouth vowed to stay mute at times
eventually there was hope
when he realized what to do
and what not to engage with
22nd December 2022
With icy blue- black eyes and ginger spicy hair
Caribbean pirate girl gave off an intimidating air
We boys could not help but sit and stare
Wishing we did not hunger for a bit of care
Her name was unknown, but she was more than fine.
I wish she would talk to us, I would make her mine!
We laughed at my cousin, so naïve at age nine.
Let’s nickname her something; maybe Clementine?
She sat on the ship, staring past us, as if we were scum.
When those eyes land on me, I feel like yesterday’s bum.
She flicked something off her blouse, it was a cupcake crumb.
We stared at her as she drank down a flask full of rum.
Oh, woe is me, she is beautiful, said many.
How old do you think she is? Eighteen or twenty.
My cousin Dover at nine was such a ninny.
He yelled “How old are you? Eighteen or twenty?”
She gave him a wave and invited him over.
The rest of us hung off the edge, watching our Dover.
How did that happen? Asked another cousin, a thug.
When he got over to her, Dover gave us a wave, so very smug.
Oh Lord please help, we’re in a fix.
Our planet now suffers from toilet politics.
From the back-yard brew to the new killer bees.
6 feet, a cough and the dreaded sneeze.
How will this end, I do not know?
More gurgling comes from down below.
The porcelain gods they lay in wait.
More crap does come from the golden gate.
Social media and number two.
Side by side like old gym shoes.
The stench is great darn nincompoop.
Their words are ninny and still they scoop.
What wisdom shall they bring today.
Like Billy’s brew they cause a spray.
Beware my friends it’s getting squatchy.
The truth at best is very blotchy.
I seem never far flung from thoughts supreme and a my/their/your/importance to things at/of a conscious cramped mind. If thinking is Activity,
Thoughts, action streams that flow from equal amounts of
"Spirits" aplenty-a necessary catalyst and music, yes
Music the ****** of word birth, unknown, exacting, pure,
coital corporeal, clean corded from an ancient womb world,
then I am a premiere primary post partum poet,
pious and plentiful, panoramic and primal----
least of which I follow the noneany standards of
prose polished rule constraints of useless
ninny-nanny nonsense frivolity of any/all nil/nothing of
menial meanderings of less viable word wit-tent.
Everything id intended by therefore their "crowd" creators,
lest us/we behold that soulless saturated
stingy sick mass raptures of wordly whiny wimp
wis-dumbectomies, courtesy of ignorant intenders
that soils its rhymes via elementary elusive exaggerations
for the masses of asses with
vocabularies of molasses
when they read-listen-write-wrong rewrite
a pontious plight in that life Ass-ignment ignorant driven
illicit class of uncreative writings of Life. Tragedy 101
It strikes me in an unusual way.
Who is this,'they'?
And why do we believe this 'they',
In almost a fanatical way?
There are no question asked!
No saying is put to task.
Not by this poetess~
It makes her arch back!!
We believe each 'they say',
More than any commandment.
I say with unequivocal delay!
Stop saying this, it promotes
grave, mental decay.
These 'they says' are from
dead people, don't you know?
Many from great poets whose
feet were on this earth, centuries
ago.
Many are sayings just lifted out of
their poems.
And taken as eternal truths we live
by.
Not this poetess, by God, who lives by
...'question why!'
I don't want to be a hapless ninny
With a brain of shaky memory that
is skinny.
All these "they says", may have
a warm, cozy feeling.
Not to me~who wants a rational
answer with meaning.
Inspired by: Damian Keady
Thank you DAMO
October 11, 2019
*Go online to 'English proverbs'.
You will find, I am not dreaming
Truth does matter, the Greeks knew
that..
Otherwise, there is just air under
that hat.
Once was a celeb’s old Granny:
She bragged ‘bout her little sonny.
He asked her to stop:
It’s better to hop,
Than to make yourself a ninny.
08/24/2018
When achievements stops to you and says bye.
You must learn to espy opportunity.
Try to give the best even at stale conditions
What you do is not erroneous.
You are the esoteric one.
You can,we know, you'll, we know
Don't let your life go
Simply like air blow
Earn Esprit de corps.
Don't think yourself as nitwit or a ninny
You can do which we can't.
After four moonlight comes a dark night
Catch the sight of that poor glimpse.
You have come to show you go on
And don't forget the ambition
Be the strong stone which don't move
From it's path and experiences each and every.
Don't get blow by the air
You have to show the zeal in you
Don't let your confidence go
Don't be rusty.
If you want to be proverbial
Psych yourself for the upcoming ones
Never let them go and don't be twitchy
Earn Esprit de corps.
Heads and Tails comes as intruder
Or a disaster forever and ever.
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
You can surely be the best achiever
Once, you become kin to victory.
Let's fight to win
You can, we know, you will,we know
Earn Esprit de corps.
Poet - Surjendra Das (Pen Name - Rudyard Jostle).
I am planning for a feast
without the beast,
so I can leaven the bread,
with the bowl of yeast,
but ninny tumble over
the leaven bowl of dough,
and upset the little beast,
who nibble the grocery list.
4/8/12
Unlucky Penny
There once was a man from Virginny
Who found what he thought was a penny
But what he reached down
To pick from the ground
Jumped up and took hold of his ninny!*
~deborah burch
3/31/2012
*note: ninny---American (predominantly Southern) slang for nipple; breast;
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