The title captures the reader’s attention,
It's like bait on a hook that draws the reader in.
Let it be clever and creative; your own invention.
It supports the message expressed within.
A title can be like a magnet; it has pulling power,
and compels the reader to take a look.
Stops one in their tracks no matter the hour,
they feel like they must open the book.
The title can't be some mere afterthought,
something that's made up at the last second.
A carefully picked title gives books a strong shot;
it can be so captivating that it will beckon.
Some books are left abandoned on a shelf
because their title didn't stand out in a crowd.
A write with a stunning title advertises itself,
choose one amazing; so you can be proud.
05/02/2021
Categories:
advertises, words,
Form: Rhyme
The nurse said, “ This will soothe your pain. “
My left hand was connected with Iv.
And, I was observing how
The blood flows through the narrow pipes
A playtime for my very own blood!
The nurses were talking among themselves
Why the veins are not prominent enough,
How I should help them to make it visible
Visible enough for another poke.
I was lying there,
In between sleep and consciousness
I was lying there,
Amidst hopelessness and timelessness.
And I was looking at the
television in the corner of the room
Where life advertises 24 hours
Its diversified colored illusions...on and on.
And suddenly I felt calm, I felt peace
I felt I can lie here and at least supplicate to God
For His mercy, to expiate my sins once and for all.
I was not able to move any of my hands,
One was stuck with Iv, the other one with an oximeter.
Alone there, I felt for a moment that God forgave me, perhaps.
And the nurse came back. “ We are ready to send you home!”
Categories:
advertises, surreal,
Form: Free verse
upon my door
i looked across the road
Where days before
a kind woman
died of corona
and in the background
iPhone advertises
in my sighies
all monies dies
Categories:
advertises, poetry,
Form: Free verse
When youthfulness is booming,
And beauty is live streaming;
While she tops her elegant eighteen
Assured she’s no more a teen
As she advertises like a slay queen:
World class comments on Facebook,
Nighttime parties inbox booked,
The men will love to play and hook,
As they all scramble for her pretty looks,
Does she even know how to cook?
Young and amazingly pretty,
Deedful and emotionally guilty,
She wants the things so flashy,
But all is sweet vanity...
When she faces the future of her reality.
She says she’s coming but never arrives;
Her tone is fueled with charm of lies;
As she blinks the streets like a Chinese show;
But beauty is a pretty blow...
I yet can see the smile of old age,
When beauty has drowned on the young stage;
She lost the star when she got engaged,
Acting now like a curtain drawer on the backstage;
Yet, old age is a lifetime beauty cage.
Copyright © Vkings
V220820
Categories:
advertises, age, anxiety, beautiful,
Form: Rhyme
I feel it in the morning dim,
when I head out to drive to work,
a bite of chill that saps the vim,
tough now it seems just a flirt.
Again, when I drive home later,
auburn fringe of a maple tree,
soon to attract the spectators,
from the dull steel of the city.
I spot it in a gaudy sign
that advertises back-to-school,
weighs heavily in children’s minds,
all bemoaning a fate so ‘cruel.’
Next, in the light of our great sun,
more slanted than it was before,
the light feels like it’s tired, done,
ever retreating, more and more.
At dusk I hear the geese fleeing,
they are making for the south too,
their constant honks sound like bragging,
“We’re out of here, sucks to be you.”
And on the roads more deer will go,
the rut is only weeks away,
cars must avoid scrambling does
chased by bucks looking for play.
Most will bemoan the summer’s end,
but I think I am fine with it,
never fond of heat that offends,
or insects…I always get bit.
Soon I can go out for a walk
without having to sweat at all,
no mosquitoes or chiggers stalk,
I welcome these first hints of fall.
Categories:
advertises, appreciation, autumn, change, imagery,
Form: Rhyme
While looking down from my balcony view
a depressing sadness washed over me.
And I wondered what our world would look like
when we no longer have the honeybee.
The fake facade of civilization;
advertises a neon paradise.
But that illusion costs us; the fact is
nothing is free; everything has a price.
Cigarettes kill, and yet, they are still sold;
corporate profits aren't based on good health.
Big money doesn't care if you die coughing;
each cough increases their bottom line wealth.
In America, kids shoot kids in schools;
yet gun control has been ignored for years.
The N.R.A. bribes politicians with
contributions that pad pockets, not tears.
Categories:
advertises, 10th grade, anxiety, emotions,
Form: Quatrain
I believe that I "know" what I "know, "
And I think that I "know" stuff I don't,
But the feelings I feel don't melt snow,
And the futures I would mostly won't.
Like most folk, I don't "know" right from wrong,
And I often confuse "Up" from "Down, "
If I don't "know" one poem or a song,
It's a cinch most will "get" I'm a clown!
If there's joke fool could tell, "know" I'll bomb,
And the "leader that's lost" (1)I'd return,
If the danger's quite clear, "know" I'm calm,
And I can't "tell" boat's bow from its stern!
Long Tooth
November 9, 2017
Poet's Note:
If you can't tell that the 2nd and 3rd stanzas need to switch, you perhaps are a genetic male even if you don't "know" you are!
(1) A "Lost Leader" is when a store advertises in a newspaper that a six-pack of Dr. Pepper is on sale for $1.00 when its usual price is $2.00. The store loses money on each six-pack but hopes that the people who come in to buy Dr. Pepper will also purchase other goods and that the store will profit overall. It is an old marketing trick to bring in business.
Categories:
advertises, humor,
Form: Quatrain
Squatting next to a garbage bin,
she dons a fake smile that doesn't fit.
And though track marks tattoo her skin,
her addiction won't let her quit.
Abused by pimps and those she serves,
each encounter has left its mark.
And a cheap dress hugs girly curves,
as she shivers there in the dark.
Forced into a life of disgrace,
she feels she hasn't a single friend.
And her hair hides her haggard face,
trapped in the land of let's pretend.
Whispering sly, suggestive words,
she advertises sex for sale.
And propositions jocks and nerds,
feeling frightened, hungry, and frail.
Lewd proposals, oft crude and stark,
are overheard above the din.
And she sells herself in the dark,
praying God understands her sin.
(Quatrain)
8/22/2015
Categories:
advertises, abuse, angst, emotions, feelings,
Form: Quatrain
Lady bird, lady bird, why thou sings so beautifully
When other had got their voice cracked in the noon?
Do you sing of peace or lost love?
You have bottled my heart with your adverbial voice
Tending the grains in my garden to peace whilst they clap
Thou have undressed the grasses of the field with your song
Your muse perching from tree to tree
The leaves dances merrily in their branches
The air in their wonderful world rejoice
Thou advertises their motions and worth
The sky clapping brightly in justification
Of your undying voice of historical flight
Hold on miss independent and repeat to my ear
The last line of the song you sang
It sounded so sweet to my soul
The meaning of your heart beat
thou sings like a preacher on the altar of love
With a rekindled voice radiating the soul
The wind trumpet hilariously whilst the tree dances
Oh lady bird, thou make my heart beautiful
Clamouring for the lost vegetable of my life
Tell me what thou sing of that i may join
In the perfection of my glowing bed which
Shows me the important of good neighbourlines.
Categories:
advertises, art,
Form: Narrative
Betrayal My Love
Honor your own cold blackened heart
You filthy dirty whore
Demonic pagan worthless piece of godless wonderment
You stealing thieving thing
Betrayal is the soiled sewer’s game you play
Taking joy at targeting the trust of others
Wasting each and every soul you touch
That touches you with money
You give this world the ugliest thing you can
Your promise in the form of candy and sweet snacks
But give nothing back
Sinister flashing smiles, advertises, pretty wrapped packaging
Is all that you display
But when it comes to paying you
You steal my quarters
Leave me empty
What hurts worse?
Craving for your sweets my love
What is behind the machine you pretend to be?
Betrayal, poverty, as I’m left standing
No more money to enter in your slots
No more quarters in my pockets and no more candies
You worthless vending machine monstrosity
You thieving *****!
Give me back my money or I’ll break the glass!
8/28/14 Any Old Poem Will Do #3 - contest
Categories:
advertises, abuse, addiction, betrayal, candy,
Form: Free verse
For females over 40,
There’s a magazine called More.
At least that is the age group
It was first intended for.
So many periodicals
Are aimed at people younger.
This magazine was perfect
For that over-40 hunger.
In articles the focus was
On older women saying
That life can be fulfilling
Even when you’ve started graying.
There wasn’t much for 60’s plus
But still, they got some mention.
If younger women felt left out,
Well, that was the intention.
Then suddenly, I noticed
There had been a subtle shift
And older women seemed to get
An even shorter shrift.
For More now advertises
It’s for women 30 plus.
I looked for protests, but nobody
Seemed to make a fuss.
I’m sure the younger women
Have a lot of cash to spend
And so the “over-40” aim
Has sadly seen its end.
So let me raise my voice
For older folk and I’ll confess
That though I’ll still read More
I feel as if I’m getting Less!
Categories:
advertises, age,
Form: Rhyme
The News changes seconds after seconds
body's mind's and heart's too
from channel to channel advertises
eye sees for a mo
one friend says to other
what is to do or not to do
if something is done by opposing
surely there to rue
whom to hear whom to not
for whom to cry with in to
inner world conflicts in confusion
very hard for soft glue
Categories:
advertises, conflict, confusion,
Form: Verse
It's a two-wheeled cruising machine -
alloy spokes, bent handlebars,
custom seat and paint job...
yet, I get these very odd looks
and wild laughter when I pull my bike up
to an establishment that advertises:
"Tonight is bike night - Cheap beer."
Is it my biking shorts?
Is it my cleated shoes?
I know it can't be my custom machine...
everyone at the bike trail comments
on how nice of a two-wheeler I have!
I've even gotten dates because of my bike!!
A man on his custom cruising machine
out to get a couple of cheap beers...
I just can't figure it out!!!
Categories:
advertises, funny, life, satire,
Form: Verse
SHORTEST DAY TRICKERY
Again December 23 is almost here
Frost’s darkest evening of the year,
Ok. But what really bugs me
Is that it is the date when we
Are actually closer to the sun
By three million miles - no I’m not making fun.
It’s like going to a supermarket where
It advertises mega-bargains in hardware -
Twenty-five percent off everything,
And then finding that we are paying
Three times the normal price in the western hemisphere.
Seems to me there’s a con trick here.
We’re being ripped off, short-changed somehow.
Getting a steer, having paid for a cow
Getting the short end of the stick
Like being victim of some card trick
I mean who would buy a heater that
Got colder as you moved your chair closer?
Instead of Shortest Day it should be renamed
Shortest End of the Stick Day.
Categories:
advertises, philosophyday, , western,
Form: Couplet
I am ME.
And this is who I am
No one can take my identity from me.
Clone me, Kill me
It still won’t do
Cause I am just me.
I am tall and slim and very black
With big black eyes that brightens the dark.
Beautiful, ugly it does’t count,
It just a physical appearance,
It matters not.
Your spirit, soul and heart will do the trick.
It advertises you to the people you meet.
Your qualities and talents are just a name,
If you don’t carry a positive image.
Be not simply good but good for something,
It sends an impression,
which will be rewarded and recognizes
Someone might just say,
There is no one like YOU
Categories:
advertises, life,
Form: I do not know?
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