Best Advertise Poems
Our son constantly test his mom and me
Why the truth in life is so key
Can't he see all the trust he loses
In our ability to foresee
what his future could turn out to be
When he has no problem looking us in the eyes
To tell his despicable lies
When it just makes us want to cry
Looking for answers about why
When it gets away from perception of what others see
The man that his mom and I have raised him up to be
A man with integrity who is able to keep his promise
To never lie to always reach for the sky
We taught him that anything in life worth having
Requires him to be straight with others
So he doesn't always have to run for cover
In spite of your lies that jeopardize
So many things you do not realize
Because when you learn to disguise the truth
That compromise your future
On which you have to rely
To be able to get by
We are here to advise not criticize
Life is not about the lies
To that, your mom and I can testify
We would like to summarize
You will never see life's highest high's
It will only advertise
You're a man who is about the lies
Where few can sympathize
It will only capsize all your hopes and dreams
That fills your life with the sunlight
That holds you upright in Gods light
Putting your life in flight
Allowing you to become a man with integrity
That everyone can see
Who we brought you up to be
So please don't ever lie to anybody
If you want your life to be happy and free
Because people will show you respect
From what reflects from your eyes,
Not your dirty little lies
Oh you know the type—
the orchid woman
a cosmopolitan who cosmo sips
between snips of gist
her charisma a starship —collides
with your star-full eyes
supernova for Casanova
her pouty lips knit a glamour-mag smile
rows of sugar-white pearls
strung shiny straight
behind wet-red slicks of a Revlon stick
—cherry-juice bait dilates your want to taste
orchid woman’s glamorized mouth
for the masses to idolize
for many to fantasize
for her to tantalize
and advertise
there’s no need to compromise
with you
or your penny-candy conversation—
when beauty is legal tender
why invest in a waste of words?
ooh, orchid woman is w-i-l-d
an exotic sun-tanned narcotic
erotic her despotic bloom
quixotic your contemplation;
your entangled-limbs-expectation
that this frilly filly blooms just for you
and oh! just look how the honey makers buzz
watch the money-makers spend their sums—
worker bees blinded by her blonde neon
fall in her wake…
or maybe ‘diamond pro’s’ bling
stings and wrings their eyes
…who cares who falls..
when mere red rose adorations
and sticky sap Hallmark incantations
bear not the fruits of 24-karat donations—
Mmm! Mmm!
her traipse does shake like mango jelly sweet
orchid woman’s long-stemmed catwalk walk
full-rounded bouncy-buoyant racy-lacy-ecstasy
yup.. a thoroughbred— she’ll have you ridin’ high
to your credit and blame
you won’t feel her stiletto tips
when she diva-gold-digs ya
as nothing more than a runway-ramp
all slinky-strut-hips
and stay-the-night-vamp
till fly girl wields her strappy high-heels
in a rhythmical click-clack
all over the next middle-age stage
indeed! orchid woman
a hot-house hottie
fussy stuffy lil hussy—
...too much water?
….not enough water?!
oh no! she’s wilted—
sniffle.. snivel.. “where did I go wrong?!!”
mm-hmm.. high maintenance is s-u-c-h a turn on…
yeah… orchid woman is w-i-l-d (eye roll..)
I’m somebody! Who are you?
Are you somebody too?
Then there’s a pair of us – do tell!
We must advertise – you know!
How dreary to be nobody!
More worthless than a frog
Who without a name - croaks all day
To be a bump on a log!
River Findings
The Ohio winds around hills
and streams down the hollows
passes steel mills, brick yards and scrap yards.
It carries tug boats, pushes barges, and hauls
black coal stripped from the mountainsides.
The Ohio’s littered banks
are home to train yards
filled with graffiti-covered box cars
rusting relics of the Southern Pacific
and the Norfolk and Southern railroads.
Erector set bridges span
the murky river and link Ohio
to “Wild, Wonderful, West Virginia,”
the Weirton Mill,
and Homer Laughlin China Company.
In towns called Powhaton Point,
Shadyside, Bellaire, and East Liverpool,
houses are stacked on hillsides
with an array of slate,
tin and asbestos shingled roofs.
Ball fields and corn fields,
concrete parking lots and shopping malls
are full of busy people
who fail to appreciate
the river’s charity.
There are roads with cryptic names like Goose Run,
Pinch Run, Riddles Run, and Rush Run.
There are towns named Brilliant,
Costonia and Calcutta,
each with their own secrets.
North on Route 7 bars advertise Karaoke
and all you can eat fish fries.
A plethora of car lots and gift shops,
bait stores and gun supplies
dot the countryside with
a never-ending display
of marketing profanity,
but the river rolls on
never compromising her dignity
never surrendering her boundaries.
White-steepled churches
stand like beacons of redemption,
while billboards promote“Hell Fire Fireworks,”
“Gentlemen’s” clubs, sleazy motels
and the “Forbidden Zone Exit.”
Still the river moves along
around the hills and down the hollows
proud and powerful
chanting and rippling with satisfaction
a stalwart testament to her tenacity…
The same cross you nail someone else's sin to; will be the same one used to advertise you.
The day gold became more important than bartering; was a time the world had been bought, and short-changed.
The time the world had been short-changed; was the moment within ourselves, our heart was corruptible.
The moment our heart was corruptible, prompted our souls scattering.
Now we see people selling their souls for worthless pieces of paper.
And we fashion ourselves as unrecognizable characters.
Woke people scream amongst the loudest traffic, but no one listens because gold keeps on glistening.
The crowd will pass an empty cross, and not ignore it. They pick the ugliest sin possible and say you deserve to be on this.
While going to Sunday brunch, knowing they too, deserved it.
Now, I ask you, was the gold worth it?
I need it all the time
I hunt for it.
I advertise for it.
I answer ads for it.
Anyone else need it as badly as I do?
Oh I'm sure there are a few of you
that would do as I have done and
maybe even worse.
But you can only go so long.
Then that urge will catch up with you again.
This is a never ending thing.
You have it maybe three or four times a day.
Maybe more. Who knows what each person's
need's are but themselves?
But you sleep and get refreshed and BOING!!
There it is again! That urge!!!
And that urge gets greater everyday!
"Oh sure," you say to yourself, "it will soon pass!'
RIGHT!!!!! That need is only satisfied
if you find it and have it!
And have it more than once a day!
I'll bet if I took a survey, more than likely
all of you would confess. You say,
"Not me!" but believe me!!! You have!
And I can prove it if I have too!
Please don't ask me what it is,
because if you do, I'll have to explain
this poem and that's something I could
never do. This poem gives me the willies,
as it should you. GO AHEAD AND ASK!!
JUST DO IT!! And see what answer you
get!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Spinning the Resort
By Elton Camp
For guests the resort does advertise
So it will be desirable in their eyes
Since the building is old and run down:
“Located in the historical part of town”
The heat and air don’t work very well:
“About the local climate you will tell”
Grounds are shabby and grass knee-high:
“From your room, untamed wilderness spy”
Windows are loose and some are cracked:
“For our hotel, ventilation has never lacked”
All the hotel furniture is faded and worn:
“Antique items from before you were born”
Plumbing is defective with leaks and all:
“As you sleep, you’ll hear the water fall”
We have no phones, television or Internet:
“The most peaceful vacation you can get”
Nowhere will guests an elevator ever see:
“Exercise is always provided to you free”
With so few guests, the daily rate is large:
“You will be astonished at what we charge”
Since the dining room grub isn’t fit to eat:
“Our cuisine, weight loss will complete”
Because nobody returns for a second stay:
“Bustling crowds will never cause dismay”
I
beg
you, babe,
desperately;
surrender your heart.
Give it to no one else but me.
I don't mean to be selfish, I want the whole damn thing!
Just know this; if I could borrow and advertise it, I would, because---
it's that special!
(Modified Fibonacci)
Date written: 04/10/2021
Remember that with a collective heart, you can connect to GOD
gather your quills, gather your words
ink deep inside the well of your hearts
choose phrases that resound with your soul
Be a billboard for the broken, lonely and lost
Advertise God's Kingdom
with the workings of your hands
Share your riches with those less fortunate
and always say, thankyou.
Old tin roof, plastered adobe walls that were melting
Two big Cottonwood trees, junk cars in the back
Cracked concrete floor, covered with oil and grease
Mexican kids running in and out, playing and screaming
Couple of water jugs, covered with gunny sack
In all of this was some sort of peace
Joes Montes was the owner, we just called him Joe
Joe spoke good broken English, had a little accent
Talked a lot with his hands, pointing at this and that
Did not advertise, everyone knew Old Joe
Been there for years, did not pay any rent
Always wore a greasy cap, never wore a hat
Farmers up and down the valley swore by Joe
When a tractor was down, they knew who to call
Jump in his old truck and he was there
Been known to use bailing wire, he would make them go
Cotton pickers to a hale bailer, he worked on them all
Never charged much, was always fair
Adobe wall have melted, Joe has passed away
In that old shop where a lot of memories were made
No telling how many tractors Joe made run
Tractors now have computers, not in Joe's day
The Cottonwood trees make no more shade
Joe was a tractor fixing son of a gun
Overheard at the annual convocation of a Butterball turkey flock:
"'Tis Thanksgiving again and as usual our necks are on the choppin' block!
Them pious Pilgrims began the tradition of dinin' on our hapless relations,
And ravenous *****sapiens have continued to do so fer many generations.
We're tired of 'em feastin' on our cousins, uncles, sisters and dads,
When there's tender chicken nuggets to be had by the scads and scads!
Now hear this dear brothers and sisters - this here's the bottom line:
We're gonna advertise that chicken is the better flesh upon which to dine!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Good tidings young maidens it is me
The chastity belt bespoke fitter
To all princess and queen
I could tell many a tale about the things I've seen
But alas the crusades are over
No need for chastity belts no more
I did good business when the men were at war.
I'm having a closing down sale
Many bargains I've made
It's ok your secrets with me
I still fit free
With pride and dignity.
Of course I might have to make a mould with my hands
To make a correct fit
But I've had plenty of practice and been about a bit.
So come on you wenches and fair maidens
Come lay on my couch
And I'll soon get around to fitting you out
Because there's talk of another war
The men will be fighting again away
My sizes range from small to extra large
With no extra charge
Free can opener if you lose the key
And I'm readily available in an emergency
What ever that emergency maybe.
See me advertise in ye olde Cosmo magazine
With a picture of a massive one I fitted for the queen
I also sell armoured breast belts
With lock and key of course I'll have to measure
And mould your wares on display
I do that for fun you don't have to pay.
Ok Ladies I'll stay open and not close down
A new crusade has started and I'm the only man left around
Send me a E arrow or a talkagram
And I travel to please you from olde Nottingham town.
Any offers?.
Peter Dome.copyright.2014. Aug.
Imaginary Contest
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
My Rainbow Paradise
Baby flying rainbow unicorns soaring down by the bridge,
they are called “Rainicorns” they display such fine courage.
They battle with the mean Terasacus family almost every night,
from evolution with deep red eyes and blue talons, ready to fight.
This city in which we live resides inside the Rocky Mountains,
for they are the color purple with rainbow colored fountains.
We don't sleep at night because there is caffeine in the water,
I just prance around with Flora, my rainbow colored daughter.
Underneath the sidewalk made of rainbow crushed pottery,
tunnels float from the north end where they play the lottery.
Gambling is illegal so it's hush-hush between the city dwellers,
you get caught, you take the flying rainbow and become interstellar.
Anything green has no gravity, just float and hold on what they can,
many trees, shrubs, and gramma's green wig float far from the land.
Astrology lives in our neighborhood with Aries, Libra and Capricorn,
they are cousins with the beautiful elegant baby Rainicorns.
There's no such thing as clocks, for time doesn't even matter,
there's a constant rainbow light aviation all the way from Saturn.
We aren't carnivores or herbivores we just eat rainbow rocks,
we don't ever wear a pair of tennis shoes, but wear rainbow socks.
I am just giving you a sneak peek into my imaginary paradise,
so cute and colorful, but lets keep it quiet, we don't like to advertise.
What a graceful life we have full of vivacious colors high and low,
the fantasy we live in was all started by the very first rainbow.
Date Written: January 27, 2016
I think I'll be an influencer
I'll be really good at that
I'll buy some bots from Russia
and flog some plastic tat.
I'll pose in skimpy undies
I'll advertise fake tan
and when my fans unfollow me
I'll bring out my old gran.
Of course, the person that you see
behind the camera lens
is photoshopped to b*****y
and wearing all size tens.
I'll nip and tuck I'll cut and crop
'Thank God' I say for photoshop.
I'll probably have a kid or two
or three, or four or five
I've heard that that's the best way
to keep your page alive.
Of course, they won't be ugly kids I'll make sure of that
I'll tan their skin and bleach their hair I'll use a filter everywhere.
And when it comes to freebies ill grab them with both hands
I'll tag the big name companies and all the biggest brands
They'll send me stuff to advertise Oh I'll make a wad
Of course, I will be sneaky I'll not say #gifted #ad
Oh yes I'll make my fortune built on scams and lies
Who cares if people suffer from debt up to their eyes.
Because I am an influencer I do not care one bit
I have no moral compass to that I will admit
As long as I have 'likes' and hearts, kisses and bouquets
I'll carry on accepting all your undeserving praise.
Growing up as innocent as a New Born child Knowing no Wrong About the world. I Found My self Falling..... looking for the love of in all the wrong places not a christan bone in my Body.. Recieveing texted messages and Phone Calls that would Make my parents Blush. Im far from a saint..... I Just got so big headed in thinking i know it all. Abusive relationships Had knifes put to my Throat to even Being choked out as the man who claimed he loved me tryed to advertise me to his Brother.. Still looking for love i didn't quit. i figured through my pain someone will love me turning pages in my Book that lead me to a place of self hate my confidence dropped.. giving my love for love but only received hate. Im tired so when you see me in church praying Dont judge me because we all have a story. i Been Dragged. to picked up and tossed to the shreader time and time again. lost so much faith in god Because i believed if he loved me so much then why would he let me suffer. Im the Deacons
Daughter dont mean that i'm a saint so judge me and be judged...