Best Advertises Poems
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
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
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.
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!!!
Real Estate Jargon Explained
By Elton Camp
When a house is for sale there’s good reason why
Trouble can come to anyone who advertises a lie
If the sellers certain expressions carefully choose
It will become easy the careless buyer to confuse
“This house is simply loaded with charm.”
Means we hope old and ugly won’t alarm
If you see it’s a “Pet friendly neighborhood,”
Dog manure in your yard should be understood
The praising note, “Easy access to the freeway”
Means thousands will pass your house each day
Beware the notation of “Low maintenance lot.”
Since neither front nor back yards have you got
“Historic house maintained in its original state”
It is a run-down old relic that you soon will hate
“It’s a doll house that you are going to adore.”
The house’s tiny rooms you’ll come to deplore
“The dwelling is located on a fine corner lot”
Then traffic both front and sides you have got
If the place is described as “Ready to move in,”
Then painted with the cheapest grade it has been
“A desirable neighborhood” means that its location
Has made it overpriced due to a snobbish reputation
If of “In-city living” the seller proudly does tell
Not safe to walk after dark it should say as well
If it is a “Handy-man special,” then better look out
The old place is ready to collapse without any doubt
If the advertisement should say, “Lots storage space,”
The basement is nothing but a dark, moldy disgrace
If the selling point is of “Seasonal water view,”
It means water was visible before the trees grew
If the seller says that “All your lot is usable land,”
You can know that not a single tree still does stand
If “Close to shopping” the advertisement does call
It means your backyard is adjacent to the big mall
When the imperative is that you must “See inside,”
It has a horrid exterior that is impossible to hide
If it is happily described as “Cozy, it should be read
That no room is big enough to contain a full-size bed
This is how “Make an offer” you actually should take:
It’s been long on the market so don’t make a mistake
The inviting phrase is “Watch wildlife from your patio”
You can expect to get ticks and fleas if outside you go
So if your house purchase in a year you will praise,
Watch carefully for the real meaning of each phrase
He's in the line for a quick pick up,
it's early in the morning and not much of a line
and he needs some milk and toilet papers, says
“I've had better days, this shall pass.”
He's said that line to himself a hundred times, sometimes
with an Irish Bostonian accent that advertises his background.
“If they have eggs too, get a couple of dozens,” he reminds himself,
even though he stopped eating eggs to lower his cholesterol.
“Hey check this out. They're giving a 25 dollar coupon, maybe I can get
a carton of camel's cigarette," until he realized he 'd missed his chances,
setting into a state of quiet panic – “and what if they ran out of milk too,
can't have black coffee, never.” Thank god he was not a diabetic hyperdermic like the fellow ahead of him, who held onto his cane anxiously, cursing under his lips at the parade of cars. “Those sons of es drive luxury cars begging for food, ain't right brother.”
He agreed. “They ought to be shopping at Cosco” though their abundance assumed desperation.
“Amigo move over,” a heavy-set lady screamed pushing her cart forward undeterred, plowing through the line with meshes of anger and energy.
But he didn't care, thinking he was in waiting rooms with buckets of dental pain, the kind of places patience survives, pulled down his face mask for a deep breath, standing next to a German automobile,
admiring the driver's audacity to risk it on the highway. His luck a rain started and wind blew off his old hat, as if God was sitting on an upper-story chuckling with whirls of irony., watching his beloved children riding a ferry to
nowhere.
'Tis purty easy to size up a feller by the cap he wears,
By glancin' at the message that on his cap he shares.
Boldy emblazoned is a logo bright and clear,
Revealin' his dubious tastes and facts about his career!
A farmer is apt to wear a cap advertisin' "John Deere" dealers.
A football fan's cap proudly extols his "Pittsburgh Steelers."
The equestrian might sport a cap readin', "Equine Feed & Tack."
Can't figure teenagers, since they wear their caps front to back!
Old vets are easy to spot wearin' their caps with pride.
Patches show where they served with various units worldwide.
A feller with a ponderous paunch is wont to savor his ale,
Since his cap advertises "Old Milwaukee Pale!"
"Have You Found Jesus", might be seen as an anomaly,
On a preacher's cap broadcasting his mini-homily!
Some fellers wear caps toutin' their favorite baseball team.
Strawberry-nosed guys might wear a cap advertisin' "Jim Beam!"
"Call Before You Dig", is probably a phone repair technician.
"Sparky" on a cap might imply the feller is an electrician.
'Tis purty sure you can size up a feller by the cap he's wearin',
By glancin' at the not so subtle message that on his cap he's sharin'!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
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
You came upon me
Late last night
Whimpering,
Whistling,
Whispering.
Threatening those I love
I know it was you
I still
have your foot
steps on my back.
Pretend I didn't see you
Is that how you wish
It to be?
I will not stand
nor lie for it.
I heard your voice
On the wind and it shifted
My hair
and your wicked
laughter damn near killed me.
The queen is risen
If only in your wretched mind
Dancing in the graveyard
Prancing through yesterday
Juggling your lies.
Funny, though, they fell
On your face and splattered
In your eyes, your sweet
bitterness laced eyes
Oh how they fell.
There are secrets we both
Share only you and I
And I can tell that you
Wish I would go away
And I would...if you'd let go.
I tried to fix the world
Just for one damn gray day
But you?
You came in with your
Unusual gait thinking your straight.
How do you think you will do it?
Everything going to plan?
Fifty days later
You
Still
Don't
Understand.
[and the biggest secret is you never will]
Cows don't jump over the moon
But you moon over yourself
Get the hell
over yourself
you are not diary.
No body wants you.
No body advertises
in commercials saying
stupid lines such as:
"Got Lies?"
That is your produce
In your grocery store
of maggot laced
fortune cookie
lies and half-truths.
Your head, my dear
Is not the sun
nobody wants
to revolve around
the likes of you.
You and your
Will work for insanity sign.
All the while...
The world laughs
at you!
[after all the world does love a clown.]
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
I remember the man.
He is the best friend that one could ever have,
he truly knows me like the palms of his hands;
through thick and thin he is always there for me -
I remember the man.
When I come up with lines that perfectly rhyme
he says “Gee, you are the greatest poet alive!”;
when I mess up ‘It’s good for the competition’ -
the man is my biggest fan.
He is my toughest critic and taskmaster,
not content to see me rest on my laurels,
but he does it with love shining on his face -
how I love the man.
After each fall he is there to pick me up,
when I’m up he pushes me even higher;
to him there is nothing that I could not do -
I appreciate the man.
To him this fool could not make any mistake
yet when I’m down he rushes to lend a hand,
forcing me to rise up and fight like a man -
I remember the man.
When I sin he says “It’s alright, just move on
but make a pledge to do good next time, son,
shape up, you can be a much better person” -
that man, he understands.
At times when I’m too drunk he sobers me up,
when I forget to zip up, he rushes to zip me up,
when I stink he drags me to the nearest shower -
he cares for me, that man.
Through every heartache he is there to listen,
through each pain he is the first one to worry,
in my triumphs he advertises my every glory -
how can I thank the man?
When I was younger, brash and impulsive,
he would whisper “Slow down a bit, kiddo”
but now that I’m older he says to work faster -
I can’t understand the man.
In my youth 'You’ll make Cary Grant insecure'
now that I’m old 'You look better than Redford!'
His belief in me is something I’ve never seen -
God, how I love the man.
As I face a new day I pause to give praise
to the most devoted friend that I ever had;
thank you, buddy, for being there for me -
you're a beautiful man.
I remember me.
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.
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.
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.
behind of a supposed strong & mature “adult”
who advertises to others their ability to
“discipline” their child,
lies a great fear stirring,
which comes out in the actions taken to make
that little child submit to their will
from early on---
when rebelled against,
the pusillanimous parent lashes out like a
dictator trying to hold onto a dwindling empire
forcing the young one to do as they are told,
often doing their best not to laugh at what they believe to be
the utter powerlessness of this being
that they have dragged into this world
without having gained permission to do so---
hiding behind religious babblings
that cheer on those that beat the little one physically or
psychologically
all in the name of feeling powerful,
so that when the “adult” comes home from a day of
being ignored & disrespected in the work place or
cast out in any number of the relationships with other human beings
that they themselves have created as products of their own
choices (so unlike the child they “discipline”),
they can feel as if they still have an iota of control left in their lives---
that they can still mold something into what they want it to be
without it launching a full attack upon
them,
from which they may never fully recover---
and though this may be the way that the “adult” was treated
when they themselves were developing,
such repetition only increases & prolongs
the severe cycle of abuse,
whose domino effect of violence & mental obliteration
echoes throughout the rest of society
smashing from hand to hand
with so many acting as if this is a healthy way to treat others
with so many acting as if
this had to be done,
while in reality this “adult” is the biggest coward of them all,
having gotten into more than they bargained for,
having not thought too long before
producing another human being.