Best Ad Poems
Forget about futuristic wars
between nations, race against race
country against country
tongue against tongue;
soon the populous will know no
borders, continents no boundaries.
“The New master”
Is awakening manoeuvring
stalking, his plan already activated
The twenty second century will
see his bidding become
formidable, the pocket, whims,
thoughts and desires
will be his to regulate, what
to eat, drink, lay on ride on, he
will control, no law will hold him,
he will be the law!
Politicians will become
his directors and producers
will guide his script, play his media
trouble shooters
his bounty hunters, seeking out
the moralist, the Salvationist,
no competition will be his aim,
manipulation of all things
one world
one God
one Board
one CHAIRMAN
“The ultimate ONE COMPANY”
© Harry J Horsman 2018
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can't live without
the first one is free
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...inspired by 'Science-Fiction Cradlesong'
by C.S. Lewis
Were we to try for heaven,
by dust and stars be riven
to lust for foreign places
where we might find strange faces,
the cost could be pre-emptive,
marginalize incentive.
In tubes of strengthened metal,
to demonstrate our mettle,
at speeds defying gravity,
(for honour or depravity?)
unknown manifestations
might try and test our patience.
Distances beyond our ken,
regions never seen by men,
from earth's fair confines to the skies,
is this judicious? ...is it wise?
Black as ink and unappealing,
drear is this infinite ceiling!
Perhaps we should be circumspect,
think twice before we genuflect,
raise space to a divinity,
but worship what we sense and see,
what price landscapes, dales and hills?
Space may aggravate our ills.
Note: Lewis died in 1963, 6 years before man landed on the moon.
----Ad for a Siren----
job hunting siren
swims from cove to cove--
shark bosses need not apply
**Sept.16, 2010
Siren, send my check in the mail ;)
----Ad for a Siren 2----
tired of zim dollars,
siren's on the prowl~
oops wrong habitat
**King Triton must be**
thirty to forty-five--
loaded
with laughter ;)
must pass through
Sunlight first--
stingrays need not apply
Ms. Siren -- sorry no more ham sandwich, I ate it all,
sorry this is the best I could do on a full stomach *burp*
...inspired by 'Science-Fiction Cradlesong'
by C.S. Lewis
Were we to try for heaven,
by dust and stars be riven
to lust for foreign places
where we might find strange faces,
the cost could be pre-emptive,
marginalize incentive.
In tubes of strengthened metal,
to demonstrate our mettle,
at speeds defying gravity,
(for honour or depravity?)
unknown manifestations
might try and test our patience.
Distances beyond our ken,
regions never seen by men,
from earth's fair confines to the skies,
is this judicious? ...is it wise?
Black as ink and unappealing,
drear is this infinite ceiling!
Perhaps we should be circumspect,
think twice before we genuflect,
raise space to a divinity,
but worship what we sense and see,
what price landscapes, dales and hills?
Space may aggravate our ills.
Do the ashes rest on the frigid ground so cold?
As they are seeing the next steps of infinity,
Ask that question of yours to the reaper, be bold.
Dust whence we came, dust shall we leave old,
Laying down I pray for us all, a touch of divinity,
Do the ashes rest on the frigid ground so cold?
What heavens seen or hell's abhorred, no gold
To replace what you've lost, are you missing eternity?
Ask that question of yours to the reaper, be bold.
Deaths dark door opens wide, it's coming foretold
By understanding, God's grace fills now the vicinity yet
Do the ashes rest on the frigid ground so cold?
Give in and surrender sweet one, bells have tolled
For you this time, meet them and with holy trinity
Ask that question of yours to the reaper, be bold.
No explanation for his love so gracefully doled
Out just so, yet you ponder this beautiful affinity,
Do the ashes rest on the frigid ground so cold?
Ask that question of yours to the reaper, be bold.
"Intermission: Ad Infinitum Lux Vitae"
Intermission
I wait
You call
I have loved
I wait
Lux Vitae
I have loved
Through the Storm
Lux Vitae
I have loved, to love You more
Through the Storm
You call, Open Door
I have loved, to love You more
Ad Infinitum
You call, Open Door
I walk with You through the Storm
Ad Infinitum
My Love is always Yours
You walk with me through the Storm
The Waiting Room calls
Intermission
(Lovejoy-Burton/April 2018)
for "my" Georgia,
who is entirely her own person
The inspiration for my poem -
This "Pantoum" is about Birth, Life, Death. There are all sorts of "Waiting Rooms", in this Life and the next. Of course, this is my belief. The reader may interpret Birth, Life and Death distinctly separate from my belief.
Georgia, the 'True' inspiration for your name, below. x
"I decided to start anew, to strip away what I had been taught.”
- Georgia O'Keeffe
"I had to create an equivalent for what I felt about what I was looking at - not copy it. ”
- Georgia O'Keeffe
"I said to myself, I have things in my head that are not like what anyone has taught me - shapes and ideas so near to me - so natural to my way of being and thinking that it hasn't occurred to me to put them down. ”
- Georgia O'Keeffe"
"Marks on paper are free - free speech - press - pictures all go together I suppose. ”
- Georgia O'Keeffe
"To create one's world in any of the arts takes courage. ”
- Georgia O'Keeffe
"Anyone who doesn't feel the crosses simply doesn't get that country.”
- Georgia O'Keeffe
Artwork, Georgia Totto O'Keeffe (November 15, 1887 – March 6, 1986)
“Ram’s Head with Hollyhock”, 1935
https://www.georgiaokeeffe.net/ram-head-with-hollyhock.jsp
Trent Reznor/Atticus Ross
"Technically Missing"
https://youtu.be/EBaa0k1y57w
"Politics is a dirty business. If you are going to 'write' policy, fabrication is not advisable, make sure you have ALL the true facts in front of you and that TRUTH is delivered by whatever means necessary". Quote, Leanne Lovejoy-Burton to daughter, Georgia - April 2018.
"Through Windows Abstract Ad Infinitum"
Ascending plural through the Sun
becomes One
Seen through different windows
Seams sewn in souls strung like pearls cast out into the world
Everyone is written into The Story, all accounted for, not gone unsung
Sun through the plural Ascending
One becomes
Windows different, though seen
(Lovejoy-Burton/September 2018)
The day that Pilate helped sentence
Jesus to the cross ---
People were proclaiming, that Ceaser
was their only boss ---
Although Pilate argued for Jesus
life to be spared ---
Few showed any mercy and even
less expressed that they cared ---
Finally after several attempts to save
Jesus from a cruel death ---
Pontius proclaimed IBIS AD CRUCEM
and then held his breath ---
Christ was led away and crucified
for all to see ---
With the sign above His head, INRI;
which was prophisied to be.
Notes: IBIS AD CRUCEM MEANS: YOU SHALL GO TO THE CROSS
INRI MEANS: JESUS OF NASERETH, KING OF THE JEWS
They can sense what the drones
are sensing. They can see what the
drones are seeing.
They can walk hundreds of miles
without exhaustion. Thirst and muscle
pulls are alien to them.
Priviledged and lucky they feel,
living without worry of food, wars,
death or taxes.
Yes, death! They
have found an elixir to immortality -
not in the stars, but within their
bodies. Genetic strands responsible
for aging were destroyed.
Their bodies, you see,
are filled with mercury-like
liquid that carries information
to the brain;
communicates with a health chip
embedded close to the spine on the neck,
detecting any body anomalies;
repairing broken or worn out body tissues.
They don't believe in existence of a Super Consciousness.
They don't know anything about love or romance.
They can feel, taste or react.
They are ant-like in existence.
They are trans-humans;
half humans, half robots.
There once was a poet whose verse
Was so awful that readers would curse.
But the rules on the Soup
Wouldn't let them say "Poop!"
Though they wanted, of course, to say worse!
for Andrea's Limerick contest
How does part of the world leave the world, how can wetness leave water
don't try to put out a fire by throwing on more fire, don't wash a wound with blood
No matter how fast you run, your shadow more than keeps up, sometimes its in front
Only full overhead sun diminishes your shadow, but that shadow has been serving you
What hurts you blesses you, darkness is your candle, your boundaries are your quest
I could explain this, but it would break the glass cover on your heart.
You must have shadow and light source both. Listen, and lay your head
under the tree of awe. When from that tree feathers and wings sprout on your soul
be quieter than a dove. Don't open your mouth for even a COOOO.
By: Jalal Ad-Din Rumi
Recited by: Mystic Rose Jan 15, 2023
A Friend as Far as to the Alters
Where did they go?
Running along the sweeping streams of life?
Standing behind the endless eclipse of darkness?
Hiding under the melancholy leaves of fall?
Bouncing among the clumsy clouds of obscurity?
Swimming around the savage sharks of strife?
Sleeping with the lonely lovers of hopelessness?
Where did they go?
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Contest Entry: Your Own Favorite Poem Contest
Sponsor: Carol Eastman
Placement: 1st Place
“Shop now, pay later”
Those are the words of a catalog retailer.
I see the ad to the right of the screen.
It is one of the ugliest ads I’ve ever seen.
This guy has a mustache and a strawberry nose.
Letters are fastened to his teeth which he shows.
I hardly think it is good marketing strategy
to display his face that looks so ugly.
Women smoke to stay thin.
Men can get bigger.
It is okay.
After their weddings they can balloon up.
Women will tolerate it.
But women better get thinner and thinner.
The commercial writers of SilvaThin knew this.
They spread the propaganda
And women bought in.
Wanting to be thinner
and thinner
and thinner
and thinner
and thinner
and thinne
and thin
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