Toe Poems

Uncle Drakes Toe

My toe is sore a real ow
My toe is old, I don’t know how.
I chopped it off, a silly mistake.
Now it is worse, said Cousin Drake.

He is aged and out of his mind
His dementia is the very worst kind.
The toe is lost, we cannot find.
Uh-oh, on a chain and freshly shined.

Toe Shack

Toe shack 

Put another log
On the near burnt out fire
They tell me to charge more
Then tell me they did the job for a song and a story I've heard before
The Government is prohibiting the bites that is never chewed 
Useless you write your story
Validation goes miscued 
Let us fight any way we can afford
Don't think

Thank God For Me Stubbing My Toe

How do you know what you know?
You know by stubbing your toe
Induction principle
Back to the future go
It’s epistemological

Is it all empirical?
Is it all observable?
I’m asking how
Atheist’s count
With numbers being abstractable

The induction rule
Is a Christian tool
By stubbing my toe
Against the bedpost
It comes into view

By stubbing your toe
Extrapolate, tow
The past is not material
In motion, or emotional
It’s not

Toe Tag

Here I lie in this cooler, this fridge where I would rather not be, but the truth of the matter is you’ve done it, you got the best of me
I lasted as long as I could, and I put up a good fight, but I wasn’t strong enough to withstand the darkness and you were

Eenie Weenie Finey Toe

Eenie Weenie Finey Toe, which one of the Christians has to go?
The Romans were chanting loudly from the sixteenth row.
Lion eyes the captured with his beady yellow eyes that glow.
Eenie Weenie Finey Toe, he thinks as a growl starts way below.

Does not matter, he gets to eat them all – the small and tall.
There are

Tic-Tac-Toe

Keeping busy 
Tic-Tac-Toe
Checking my lists
Tic-Tac-Toe

Cooking and cleaning 
Tic-Tac-Toe
Trips to the lake
Tic-Tac-Toe

Let's take a walk
Tic-Tac-Toe
Rummaging and fumbling 
Tic-Tac-Toe

Just keeping busy
Tic-Tac-Toe
Never still. Never rest
Tic-Tac-Toe

Time always heals Mother said
Tic-Tac-Toe
Memories Never Fade
Tic-Tac-Toe

Tic Tac Toe

 *This poem will make more sense to Americans
who watched t.v. in the 1970’s

TIC TAC TOE

the board real tidy. today Tiger would hold
together the family photo. how old the queuing.
surely the Brady six hated tic tac toe -
the anniversary cake blows

the squares, it’s centerfold - Borgnine, Lynde
and Rivers. family full of puzzling fun,
riveting answers. Alice

Tag Your Toe

To die old and weak
Inside a cold steel box.

Do they tag your toe on death row?
It may be a moment though.
The long reach of justice is slow.
 As You've taken souls.
And threw away your own
Skeleton man, you are, no parole. 

So make no mistake
Time does not stop.
For any of those.
The reaper knows who,
Grows short on

Tippy Toe Lited Soul-

I'm sneaking around 
on my Jordans
 Tippy Toe
~
 expected of being in the shadows 
I am covered in myself nestling
 I have left myself 
Tippy Toe
~
 you can't see me because I'm light
 and in the darkness I'm surrounded 
with luminescence 
~
I'm feathered between tomorrow
 fleshly covered I'm in the corner
 I'm in the depth,

On Tippy Toe En-Pointe

I pirouette, a spinning-top
poised repugnant, on precipitous,
of vanity's stumbling tumble,
to land humbled, defaced.

Tick-Tack-Toe

The game was tick-tack-toe
One person tried to put on a show
But got caught in the game
Then tried to re-claim
And won ten games in a row

Flamingo Tests a Toe

flamingo is testing a toe today
we are racing to the water said cousin Ray
I did not relish being down by the bay
on the 4th of july, a truly busy tourist day

come on! he urged me. we can frolic and play
I did not want to go, yet, I did not want to stay
which flamingo is it?

That Toe-Tapping Feeling

Some ascribe it to rhythm
    others to rhyme
  The lines have a feeling
    fingers and toes keep the time

  Whatever the case
    be it poem or song
  That hand-clapping, toe-tapping feeling
    tells you ~ 'I belong!'

Rigor

That is one thing about rigor:
It can Intact Man disfigure;
Like a cell phone reconfigure 
The Stout left A Sorry Figure…

You won’t yourself in public show;
Not a new thing in you did grow; 
Slaving at a task “Your New Foe”
Hours taking to turn a toe!

It’s a big stab from stretched rigor:
It leaves not the same one’s

Sad When You Steal a Crows Toe

Mrs. Barnaby Crow has lost her husband’s toe.
She saved it from his coffin deep in the snow.
Wore it as a key chain, it had a claw with a glow.
Whoever has stolen it, is pretty downright low.

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