many times! I hit "Radiant Verses A Journey Through .." by mistake
Promises bloom bright,
Shadows lurk in careful words,
Truth a distant hum.
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Revolting
political ads
Clog internet
We get to see you rise, step on the cold floor
When the clock strikes five in the dark.
Your cell goes gaga over nothing, you lie
next to our lot, begging attention.
When the lily in your garden and the mynah
Over the sill shows up, your sleep spent,
You look at the mirror to get a fresh impression of you.
And the mirror sees it all.
Why not use the afternoon, after work?
Give us a day’s read. A day past and spent.
Better in sound than in silence, you think.
We complain non-acknowledgement.
Dates, events, ads, drown in oblivion
As you skim through headlines and
Read columns that interest you.
Why this prejudice? We ask.
You seem not to care.
We are a shadow of the past,
Of today, a piece of paper.
Left to lie, an incomplete existence.
Honestly I can only read a few and when
I do my creative thinking flies right out
the window from illness weight loss pills
acne toe fungus to the dread of depressions
with flowers in the head seems to be watching
my every move some kind of artificial intelligence
waiting for thoughts to emerge I began scratching
my own head wondering if I have an entire
garden growing inside my skull like one
of those old toilet seats filled with weeds
pondering about the entrance way to old
man Miltons farm leading straight to an
abandoned bathtub covered with soil and
fresh cut daisies I like daisies I suppose
I'll plant a few outback until my writers
block ends stop that day dreaming gal
are you going mad no sir just a bit
drained after indulging in so many ads.
Tracked as prey in this digital age,
Logging on and pounced upon every day,
Cookies anointed as algorithmic sage.
Tired, exhausted, spending the wage,
No where to hide as they all say,
Tracked as prey in this digital age.
Trapped in this computerized cage,
Releasing steam, all the games I play,
Cookies anointed as algorithmic sage.
An ad here, an ad there: products all the rage,
All of our pathways designed in such array,
Tracked as prey in this digital age.
Wanton appetite of desires assuaged,
Presented to all as an endless buffet,
Cookies anointed as algorithmic sage.
How is it we are all gauged?
Sitting upon scales to be weighed,
Tracked as prey in this digital age,
Cookies anointed as algorithmic sage.
Loud TV ads drive me insane!
They're drilling right into my brain!
But, hey! This is cute;
There's a button called Mute!
-Do you get it or shall I explain?
TV ads
tug at heart strings
fund raising
cuckoo for Coco Puffs
Plop plop fizz fizz
bibbity bobbity boo
See the USA in a Chevrolet
Winston tastes good
Like a
Knock Knock
cigarette should
I miss the fifties and sixties
headlights streak dark skies
street lamp diamonds
last load of blankets in dryer
water laps on imaginary shores-
the glass door is locked
dog-eared book read over and over
an hour since the last guest checked in
stories of another time and place shared
the end of another chapter
television news- same story, another day
computer screen flickers
message placed on social want ads
meet-up requested
a cup of coffee
or more
To the right of this screen, what should I see?
An ad for a company calling themselves "Rosewe".
They sell clothes for women that are a bit hefty.
The models are the type of women that appeal to me.
I clicked the ad to see a little more.
There were many other women I could easily adore.
Blondes, brunettes, and redheads galore.
These kinds of females do tantalize.
Their feminine charms are in extra-large size.
They were only images on my computer screen.
If they only came to life, wouldn't that be mean!
Credit ads, which sweet like a songs of robins,
Should be read skeptically, not as it shown.
Not "Just take a loan! No any problems!",
But as, "No any problems? Just take a loan!"
Once upon a time not that long ago,
people used newspaper ads to find love;
they were very creative in their wording,
making themselves sound so dreamy.
Now we have dating sites for that,
yes, on the internet love can be found;
it is "the last call for lonely hearts" it seems,
as the bar scene is not the best idea.
So meeting strangers for coffee is now in,
but not much has changed in reality;
from the days of lonely heart ads in papers,
the writer still makes themselves dreamy.
I tried it once 'cause like many I get lonely,
but the man was not as advertised on line;
first of all his picture was twenty years ago.
when did he not think I would notice that !
He was friendly just not lover material,
so, I came home and deleted my profile;
this lonely heart is just going to have to find,
prince charming the old-fashioned way.
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November 8, 2019
Poetry/Verse/Lonely Hearts Ads
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1194-676-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Last Call For Lonely Hearts
sponsor, Line Gauthier
First Place
I turn on my computer,
It leads me far away.
To all the places I need to go,
And some I wish to stay.
The pictures on the sides,
across, the bottom and the top…
They fill up the entire screen by any memes,
and, some I wish they’d stop…
Lovely dresses every color,
every shade and design.
They fit the perfect people
as if they were all “fine”?
Bright like butterflies,
drifting in the wind.
In styles for fairy people,
crisp, and sweet and thin...
The discounts they are measurable,
If half of all, is good?
So I place things in the box,
And wish, as if I really could! ($)
Not for me, don’t you see,
I…am trying hard.
Turn off the cart,
right from the start…
and keep your visa card.
Designer shoe ads
Magazine ridiculous
Overpriced items
Movie stars can afford them
Regular people cannot
Exorbitant price
Two thousand dollar blouses
Dresses? Do not ask
Money I will never have
Magazine ridiculous
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