Best Advertisers Poems
Thick or thin, it is the Friday night order in special,
Supreme or meat lovers delight, whatever toppings
You like it, does not matter for it’s
The all American favorite, Pizza!!
Roll out that dough, cover it with Italians specialty
Sauce, cheese me to please me, I’ll never get enough,
I’m simply addicted to this deep dish pan delicious stuff.
Cut me no single slice, for more, more, more,
Is the thunderous roar of my mighty hungering’s
Rumbling, within my tummy, for what Pizza!!!
Circled or squared, just roll that pizza cutter of
Portions pleasure, pick up your slice and allow
That thick cheese to pull apart naturally,
Then bite into Nirvana, for this is heavens
Perfection guaranteed by the slice.
Now the frozen microwave style may work in a pinch,
Delivery or the hot and ready special can satisfy
My personal hunger glitch, for that tasty pizza pie,
As long as can get it, I’m satisfied.
Oh grant me one pleasures sinful command to break
Dearest lord above, to indulge myself, and stuff
Myself with pizza, pizza until I burst, for gluttony is
One distractions fault I have dear father, when it
Comes to this circle food, as it spins on the nightly
Commensals boob tube.
Is it not against the law to hide messages within
Certain text, because I swear these advertisers
Know our fragile human weaknesses, late at night
For this delectable substance, called what
Pizza, if I haven’t mentioned it enough,
Yummy, yum, yum old chum.
It’s the party hardy mid-night special, on all
Channels of the United States of America,
There is no doubt of this, rock my world
In flavorful old time favorite, dude I’m
With you all the way, especially on a
Friday night.
This is my declaration of independence
Declared in Italian sauces redden stainy ink,
Give me Pizza or give me death, just kidding
Folks, by the way do you want that last
Pizza slice, I’m not quite full yet, lol.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
We’ve had some run ins with the admin and Tommy Boy as well,
and the blunder from down under, who forever seemed to smell.
We’ve been chastised and cursed, some have even called us names,
others have hit us from behind with their silly childish games.
We’ve been banished from this site and made to recite each rule,
some have treated us unfairly and have even been quite cruel.
We’ve been shunned by many poets, who have never known the truth,
many more have been the target, of the ones long in the tooth.
Now let us do some math, and see just how this works,
exactly why this site exists and what they get for perks.
Whenever we post a poem, or some lyrics for a song,
each view gives them a hit, but with zero they get the gong.
They get our annual membership and lifetimes paid in full,
don’t forget the advertisers, we are forced to read their bull.
Whenever you have a poet with a ton of poems and views,
just be sure to judge them fairly and never ignore the clues.
"Crisis!"
"Shelter in place!"
Sirens scream from tv monitors
Teleprompters indicate emphasis points
Stringing our fear
Along enough
'Till commercial
Breaks
When products offered by advertisers
Promise relief
From
Worry...
Drink this
Eat that
Drive this
Erect that
Smell this
Swallow that
Drink flouride
Eat gmo's
Drive carbon emissions
Erect a better you
Inhale cadmium-coated chemicals
Swallow cortex syngeing sleep aids
And
You'll
Be
Fine
10/27/13
Act of inspiration wrestle pythons
Research scientists are the primary audience
ethics and research breakthroughs
bring the beauty, multi-media presentation allows
photographers
Auto loading service pistol- long awaited culmination
Brutally overbuilt
disregard" the request for help
generally docile the loudest creatures on earth
Shoot, shovel, and shut-up
collaborators use a suite of factors to assess
national policies to promote efficiency
Europe After the Rain
Persistence of Memory done before 1800
Commercial advertisers often seek purpose
An Experienced Perfectionist
showing a belief in and veneration
imbued with pious sacred rites
*For the cut- up contest
( and yes, these are in exact order LOL)
Those candy-coated chocolate pieces of world-wide fame
since many years ago have made a silly half-true claim.
In your mouth the advertisers say they melt.
I should think that part is obviously true.
But hold them in your hand a while; your palm will turn
yellow, brown, green, red, orange, and/or blue!
For the Meltdown Contest
WAITRESS OF MY ORDER
God since rules and joules
Protects and provides
Thou shall order a Christmas mistress
A true teacher gloved with grace and care.
Who squarely wears healthy communications,
In competitive advertisers of sun and moon supervisions.
Danishly blessed with wealthier tolerance,
To pass life’s unpredictable weather turbulence.
Should……..would be fabricated or traits,
With compromising and improvising grains.
Welcoming diversity of cruel world of happenings,
Or graph moon phases till December dazzlings.
A mustard seed of all conditions
Where her children playfully dwell in definitions
And serves with heart open palm
In stream humility of princess calm.
Gladly listen to all ages with ample attention,
That never intonates gossips’ intention.
Admirable household oriented skimmed individual.
But friendlier and great just principal.
It is no wonder why
Oh happy day in July
When I sing of peace and love and joy
I of’t recall the birth of Mary’s baby boy
Born that first Christmas day when angels did proclaim
“O Earth, to you, a savior born; Jesus is His name.”
Oh joyous day in July
When yards turn brown and get too dry
I read again the story Bibles tell
Not like the Christmas advertisers sell
I know a time angels to shepherds came
And sang, “…a savior born; Jesus is His name.”
Oh festive July day
When I take time to pray
I am glad the Christmas spirit still remains
As I lift my voice with sweet angelic refrains
Christmas came years ago from heaven above
God’s gift given; precious Jesus, wrapped with love.
'Camp Chippewa, ' its tennis and rifle range, X-Class sailing,
And classic 'Old Town' canvas covered wooden canoes,
Not the low-class aluminum canoes of a 'Camp Thunderbird.'
Cass Lake - garden of the Mississippi's hidden currents,
Nature's setting for Star Island's fresh blue berry thickets,
Brisk, though swimmable waters, still safe to drink.
Cass Lake - child of the first dam, city sewage dumped below.
Kathy and I were warmly received by Chippewa's staff,
And given a hot meal and tour by the owner's son.
Though it was too early for the new season's initiates,
The rustic setting and friendly staff made us feel at home.
Early afternoon found us approaching the dam's spillway,
Though Kathy thought me crazy, we unloaded the canoe,
And I paddled it alone through the one open gate, YAAHOO! !
How many dreams can you remember coming true?
This whole trip was a waking dream, a gift for me,
Including having a wife who was willing to share it.
Miles of river already, dust shaken from our gunnels,
Adventures of the days to come hanging like a white sheet
Strung between trees in an unwired, impoverished village,
Only imagination powers the projector of what can be. (7)
Poet's Notes:
(7) This wonderful image is the child of an experience from my American Peace Corps experience in East Africa. Once a month a VW Van would show up in even the most remote villages and they would hang up a white sheet across ‘main street' and show ‘free' older movies to the locals like ‘Tarzan, The Ape Man.' Villagers thought that Tarzan was quite a funny, if stupid guy. You don't talk to monkeys you eat them! Of course, then, between every reel, there would be ten minutes of hard core advertising for everything from toothpaste to cigarettes to alcohol and always girls hanging on the arm of the man buying these products! I always assumed that advertisers paid for these monthly films but I do not know that to be true.
The toothpaste that I use is Crest.
I cannot tell if Crest is best;
But it’s the brand I’ve always used.
A change would get my teeth confused.
For laundry, what I buy is All;
A prior brand I can’t recall.
My clothes get clean; I like the smell.
A switch would not serve quite as well.
My ketchup’s Heinz, my dressing’s Ken’s.
Purdue’s the brand I like for hens.
My soap is Yardley; Listerine
Is what insures my breath is clean.
What advertisers understand
Is how much power they command;
But customers they love to see
Are loyal sticklers, just like me!
At the karaoke bar, a group of close friends laugh,
Each brainless remark heightening their joys;
They drink to the brim as their boy sings off-tune,
“All You Need Is Love”, by the Beatles
'all you need is love'...stupid.
you need air and water and food.
no one NEEDS love... ive never had it.
never given love.
never been loved.
and im fine.
ive survived.
Her mother and father cherish her more than the world it seems,
Kneeling down beside their daughter, to pluck the dandelion,
Promising in this little public park her secret wish will come true;
It only takes an exhalation to send the fuzzy seeds into the air…
wishes by far are the biggest lie you can have…
a wish is nothing more than shattered dreams-
it is the unattainable promise, laughing in your face like a bully…
The public mall is bustling loud today…
Crazy girls with their bouncing bodies and bags,
Couples chatting away as they window shop
Advertisers stopping some, promising the world
i see so much...and so many…
i wonder if any can see me..
do they know im here?
do they care?
we [people] wander earth,
lost in ambitions and lust…
we care not for those around,
the lover, the child, or the stranger...
I walk a lonely road
Passing by many beautiful houses;
Settled for dinner, a family-curtain opens,
They all sit laughing, eating and enjoying each other
Happy...they are all so happy
Family, friends, lovers, children...
Everyone, except me...
lonely and angry and hateful, resentful...hurt.
i am nothing but a shadow to the world...
i am a loser
a burden
unwanted...
a throwaway...
A Collaboration with Rebecca Larkin
My son’s name is Dylan, was country raised
in the hills of Wyoming where cattle graze,
helped on the ranch, but never felt fulfilled,
hated his hometown as teens often will.
But he ‘did his time’ until graduation,
went to college clear across the nation,
said by the best companies he’d be employed,
that he’d die rather than be a cowboy.
Now obviously this didn’t please me,
but I waved it off, he was but nineteen,
he immersed into college as young folks do,
bought into all the leftist clap-trap to.
He though protesting would do the trick,
solve everything he found ‘problematic,’
started smoking weed, raved ’bout ‘the man,’
even griped to me that you can’t ‘own land.’
Wouldn’t celebrate Christmas when he came home,
kept spouting slogans that just make you groan,
I sent him to learn, but he just annoyed,
he’d be better off had he stayed a cowboy.
Then he graduated to the real world,
employers cared not for protesting churls,
only got hired by a coffee shop,
where he contracted the damn hipster rot.
Pretentious preening, loved the obscure,
wore the strange clothes to show he was ‘pure,’
disparaged most music, such a killjoy,
he though that was better than a cowboy?
Even that was not his greatest mistake,
Hipster progressed into full-blown snowflake!
If you didn’t conform you deserved hate,
which he wrote up in online click-bait.
Harassed advertisers to silence ‘bad’ views,
your freedom meant nothing, he knew ‘the truth,’
any awful tactic he would deploy,
hard to believe he’d ever been a cowboy.
But minds in their twenties often are blind,
and Dylan’s allies came for him in time,
he said a ‘wrong’ word, took out of context,
before he could speak up his career was wrecked.
With no options left, he traveled back here,
I put him to work riding with the steers,
his sadness was heavy, his pride devoid
at the thought of becoming a cowboy...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
We're locked in system
Bound in chains,
By a system that doesn't want us free again,
Caught in a society that barely cares
Inundated by advertisers selling their wares,
While government forces rules and laws down our throats
In a nanny state society we are all controlled.
Working for corporations and selling our souls
Never making a stand or getting too bold
To fight for our rights
And somehow make a change in our lives
Governed by fat cat men who are all too old
Seeking to line their pockets and gain power and control
And their is nothing in anyway that we can find that consoles
But I for one am past the point of overload
Travelling into a place of the unknown
Of opting out the system, the establishment and state
Going beyond the rules and ditching the hate
As promoted by the media
With its domesticated displays.
Rondelet: Scoop of the World
Scoop of the World
It’s not what rich Advertisers say
Scoop of the World
But yacht golf formula one gold
Where scoop-searching Journalists stray
There the Readers cannot say, “Nay!”
Scoop of the World
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Our world is embarking on a destination
that is odd and strange, everyone has
learned to fear age,
Corporations are obssessed with youthfulness
and the ability to be cute,
They are shoving capable people down the
garbage chute,
"Involuntary Retirement" is what it is silently
called, the intelligent are overwhelmed and
appalled, because the victims are being replaced
with people who lack quality and have no taste,
But as long as they are young and virile,
Good people are laid out to pasture as if
they were waste,
Why does our society abhor aging gracefully?
Is it because they are so desperately trying
to please "the establishment" and the advertisers
who are ardent worshippers of youngsters with fluff
and trimming, yet beneath the surface they are
shallow and clueless?
amphetamines acquaintanceship assuages
agonizing aches also advocates amorousness
assiduously activating admiration
aggressive attacks assault afoul
affable affinity and affectionadumbration
anatomical accidental addiction attested as academic,
although afterward abnegation absolutely arduous,
affianced attired apparently as an anomaly
Ares and Abyssinian Astarte admixture
acquiescence affliction affected adroitly,
and abruptly abends accessible
altruistic alms axed
albeit admonishing, alluding,
and attributing authored
autonomous anonymous adroit arriviste agents
accompanying as accomplished accomplices
accredited ace advertisers
applaud ascendent assaults amidst agonizing appeals
acting all acrimoniously apropos
avowedly ardently, and antagonistically, agitating
appositely advocating ancillary assistance
addict adrift afloat anchors away
along, among, and an alias archenemy -
adorned abominable assassin alters ambition
adroitly, aggressively, absolutely
addict announces asseveration
against avid admonishment
alarmingly annulling authentic affiliation
anew anonymous ability acclaims alignment
aegis actually adversarial abetting attrition appetite
acceleration ascendent after aplenty anesthetization
additionally activating arced analogous arrow
advancing added abdominal and arterial agony
abject ambivalence arrests accomplishments attainable
any artistic avocation absconded
asper auditorial approbation, animadversion
artificial aggrandizement abrogates astuteness
appropriate adjudication affronted
alternative afforded amnesty about acing audioslave
as ambition assumes arriviste affectation
already appalling alacrity awakens amendment
although Awol administration adamant
acrimonious affront agonizingly attributable
announces another afterworld
apparent ailing apparition
ardent allegiance asking anyone appreciable affix
apathy abounds attending apriorism allotment.