Bob and Alex Eichen
Biography of Bob and Alex Eichen
Bob and Alex Eichen Poems
I'd appreciate the angel more If she'd stolen the memory with the man.
An Ode To Bacon
Oh Bacon Oh Bacon How I love you! So fat
I Remember Well The River Lethe
While swimming in the river, I, saw a bloated corpse float by. Just then he opened up his eyes, and said he swam, for exercise.
This cinquain was written by my son, Alexander Eichen we fall in the hot field
The Banner Knight Ii The Knight And The ...
While riding through the woods one day, the glorious Banner Knight, met a mighty man at arms, who challenged him to fight.
The Hardest Trigger I Never Pulled
Andrew, Andrew, my beautiful boy! Andrew, Andrew, my pride and joy! Andrew, Andrew, where have you gone? Why, oh why, have you left me so alone?
The 10,401st Day Of World War 17
It's been going on for so long The war But It'll be over soon I'm the last man left alive
Expect To Be Hated
You are not hated for your skin color. Your skin color, whether red, white, black, brown, or yellow, is one of your most beautiful features. It is your behavior that brings hate. It's your
he takes a bite puts the cold green apple
The Hammer Defeats The Anvil
The anvil is a mighty thing, blows rain upon his back, And though the hammers pound away, anvil can't strike back. Anvil isn't worried, He's seen hammers break, one by one,
My Love Like Stars
Infinite Eternal Lighting the cold night's sky All encompassing
The Flower (A Cinquain)
A Cinquain is a Japanese poem of five lines. Syllables by line are 2,4,6,8,2. My love Like a flower
The Mass Extinction Of The Poet Bobby E
Just how did the poet Bobby E meet his end? Out with a whimper or out with a bang? Poetic scientists are split.
On The Reanimation Of Lifeless Human Tis...
In my personal experiments to resurrect the dead, I have taken the following actions: Laid in bed all day crying. Laid in bed all night staring at the ceiling.
I, trapped inside this mortal shell,
Abandoned on this earthly plane,
Have made of it a living hell,
One of torment, woe, and pain!
Stranded here with other fools,
I yearn to soar above the sky!
I battle them with war’s foul tools,
And kill and kill and pray to die.