Best Boosters Poems
(This poem is political satire;
don't read if you think you may
be offended. No truth in any of it,
considered by many to be
tasteless -- Not meant to be taken
factually nor literally -- Sincerely, Joe)
New strain of Virus detected
just a minute ago! Predominately
in Democrat run cities and states:
Seems to be 3 trillion times more
infective. CDC is calling it the,
S.T.U.P.I.D. Variant. University Staffs
hard-hit! Early signs, loss of Sense-
of-Smell, Gullibility, and increased
fetish for Designer Masks. Best
detected by examination of Cancel
Cultures -- microscopes prohibited
per Fauci. The most vulnerable group
seems to be those who have already
had 4 doses and 2 boosters. To treat
Fauci recommends, 4 doses and 2 boosters
for everyone, preferably administered
as young as the womb to developing
fetuses by his personally trained
omnipotent physicians at Unplanning
Parenthood -- Biden and Pelosi
say, God Bless America!
Categories:
boosters, humorous, perspective, political, social,
Form:
Prose
Oh, don’t abandon us now!
We so love your masked fear.
Tell us, Dr Fauci, my dear.
What shall I do, Holy Cow?
Should I check my cat’s rear?
Is there Omicron in my ale or beer?
I fret over eating meat from a sow!
Shall I go check my skin in a mirror?
We need you, who makes thing, clearer!
We might have to go to work?
Oh, no, a fate worse than death!
To smell real human breath?
Of boosters and lockdowns we cheer!
Of Meta and Twitter we merrily sing.
The COVID national anthem is our thing!
8/24/2022
~1~
Categories:
boosters, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Her material-finished-economical clothes,
from see through to micro-mini skirts,
all display bleached thighs.
Thighs, cushioning men to comfort,
smooth and spotless,
like refined cotton.
She is beauty itself.
Those who see say:
voluptuous bosom,
tattooed and displayed,
displayed naked for the naked eye.
A glance at them,
has made men instant babies.
Blood-red lips, always calling,
silently calling those not scared.
Hips form smooth curves,
perfect with the supple waist.
Boosters on all curves,
perfect the magnetic arcs,
Her secret of the game.
At sight,
she kills the second thought.
Her hypnotizing voice,
always setting the pendulum in motion,
yet enticing many to sleep underground.
Replaced hymen,
mocks the grooms chastity.
Like a suicide bomber she knows her calling.
Guiltless ever,
she comes calling and knocking.
Generous ever,
plays hard to get when smiling.
Oh beautiful scarecrow,
you scare them but keep coming.
Scare them, they’ll know,
they’ll know.
Beauty is only skin-deep.
Categories:
boosters, beauty, forgiveness,
Form:
Free verse
I got like a million reasons to keep it going. Because I’m determined dad.
I’m always be inside of my bag.
Trying to give my son what I never had.
And I admit that I fell off to battle all of my demons.
Call me Sorin. I’m a Mastar.
Rushing all of these beats when my flow begins.
For 6 years been makin room like Mr. B. I throw bows.
This young MC keeps going in.
They expect me to break, but, I won’t.
Cuz it’s not my ending.
So stop pretending that you haters have never stole my bars.
You can’t take my storm. Like Salazar, I’m a Slytherin through the yard.
Bar for bar, no one’s as cold as me.
Except for a certain few.
Like my homie Rugga, big Ace, Nonchalant, Halo, Billy and Clio too.
Problem cool and my sister Chu.
Rongine and that nerdy dude.
We in the streets and we paying dues.
While y’all paying boosters for fake shoes.
Y’all really are driving me insane.
I swear I be trying to stay in my lane.
But all you suckas swerving and hitting curbs.
I’m pushing you out of the game.
With the way that I be killing these flows.
I’m beginning to know.
There’s more to life than getting a hoe.
And taking her home.
And getting her to polish the chrome and ba-ba-ba-bone.
I hear these haters talking, but, they see me, ain’t a sound.
I’m known as the ring leader and you haters just some clowns.
When I start to feel the rhythm and the bass begins to pound.
I’m the Dante of the music underground.
Pull the devil trigger.
Ima heat it up. Heat it up.
Grab it up and I eat it up. Eat it up.
Any track ima beat it up beat it up.
With the way a brotha speed it up. Speed it up.
Let’s get it now.
Saw that they were happy when they thought that I was down.
So, I’m bout to hit my flicker step at the speed of sound.
Pull the devil trigger now.
Categories:
boosters, anger, crazy, hip hop,
Form:
Rhyme
how much is it worth to you to feel safe and secure?
how much would you spend? how much could you afford?
what is the monetary value that you would place on your life?
how much money would it take? how much would you sacrifice?
what price safety? what would be the cost?
what price safety? what would you spend to prevent the loss?
too frightened to get on the elevator in the building where you reside
don't know if you'll make it to your door before a thief is at your side
too scared to walk to your car alone in a public parking lot
don't know if you'll get the keys in the door before you're assaulted or shot
what price safety? how much money would you spend
just to have that feeling of security once again?
most every elected official in most every country in this world
have their own taxpayer funded security detail
the celebrities, movie stars and TV personalities
have personal body guards and/ or private security
America has been on heightened alert since the Twin Towers did fall
the airports, the borders and Homeland Security are constantly on the ball
security has become one of the nation's fastest growing industries
and you can't go anywhere in this world without showing identity
so how much would you spend to remove from your life that spirit of fear?
how many dollars would it take to protect what you hold dear?
there're not enough police to go around to be in society's face
so security officers take up the slack and stand in their place
we've become the front line defenders that the community sees
to detect, protect and defend them and their property
retailers spend thousands of dollars just to secure their goods
from thieves, boosters, shoplifters and your garden variety hoods
the government be it federal, county, city or state
use security officers to keep the peace in abate
yet without benefit of weapons, no batons, no vests or guns
we hold to our positions and we get the job done
we alert the police, FDNY and the EMTs
at the first signs of violence, fire and any emergency
but we're at a disadvantage when it comes to getting paid
for we barely make what would be considered a livable wage
what price safety? what would it be worth to you
to give security officers what they are due?
what price safety? I ask you once more
what price would you pay just to feel secure?
WHAT PRICE SAFETY?
Categories:
boosters, dedication, introspection, on work
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Excuse me while I take time out to mourn
I can see the headlines tomorrow morn
BRONCOS TAKE A BASHING
COACH GIVES TEAM TONGUE LASHING
The outcome left Bronco boosters forlorn
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
boosters, funny, sports,
Form:
Limerick
I'm standing on the platform, but I ain't waiting for a train
It's a spaceship I'm about to enter to take me to another plane
I'm going on a journey and I'll be gone for many a year
But the sights I view will marvel I, and quell all my fears
The countdown has reached it's prime as the boosters ignite the fuel
Blast off as I head to the heavens, escaping the atmosphere's cool
The tanks that have carried me here, are released to fall to the earth
There's no turning back I say to myself, this is a time to feel worth
The first thing I do when we orbit, is to view where I came from
Whatever I find, where ever I go, there will only be one place called home
Into the black void we travel, passing abandoned pieces of man
Redundantly left to roam, they have finished their part of his plan
We pass many particles of matter, forever strewn in this darkened world
Remnants of explosions from it's past, in ever travelling hurl
Bright lights appear all around, these plasma luminous balls
Held together by gravity, growing up they left us in enthralled
As we travel we become very wary, of the monster from this deep
Black Holes we are told many a time, from them nothing seeps
These regions of space lure, not even light can escape
Anything bright in it's presence, becomes inter planetary rape
But out in this uncharted territory lies a beautiful wonderful place
It's called the Milky Way Galaxy, it's where our Solar System is graced
If man ever decides to frequent, we have to leave many traits behind
For if there are others out here, we really have to be
A totally different, mankind.
Categories:
boosters, people, space, travelme,
Form:
Quatrain
My story is not one of overnight sensation
It isn't even one that would get a standing ovation
No crowd cheering for another encore
No limos or screaming fans outside the door
My story is not one of great success achieved
If I told you it was so you would truly be deceived
No mountains of cash storing up in the bank
Sometimes not even enough fuel in my gas tank
My story is truly one of faith and trust in God
This journey I travel to some may seem quite odd
But it is through my faith that I find strength on a daily bases
And am able to ignore the penetrating looks on people's faces
My story is trust that God is with me wherever I may go
And He tells me I'm special to Him and this I'll always know
Don't need to be a star on earth cause I am in His eyes
No need for ego boosters cause God keeps me on the rise
My story is simple and plane to be told
I'll always choose Jesus over silver and gold
I'd rather have something that's truly guaranteed
Instead of something achieved purely through greed
Categories:
boosters, faith, god, me, faith,
Form:
Rhyme
THIS IS A PARODY
Ding Dong Bell.
Nations not feeing well?
Get shots of endless boosters!
You will crow and be a sick rooster.
Calling for death of those who don’t!
Their choice stolen, by Mandate, the
Power Goat!!
12/5/2022
*Not for a contest*
Categories:
boosters, freedom, health,
Form:
Other
Men are now women and women are now men?
People have no more sense, than a rooster or a hen.
People blowing up fatter like parade balloons?
Then, we can float in trash dumps that once
were beautiful lagoons?
We no longer believe in God or His resurrection.
Just destroying the Constitution and condoning violent insurrections?
Dead bodies no longer bother us at all.
We hearken only to Fauci’s syringe shooting calls.
We were lied to, and told us the vaccine boosters work.
My friends who got them, got ill, some died, no
thanks to Fauci, that infamous jerk!
Of course, many are those with no vaccine who stayed well.
And baby embryos used in my blood are akin to my
burning in hell.
Suddenly, there’s polio! Please give me a break!
Stop~I have more brains than either a hen or a snake!
Monkeypox is a now a new STD, a must for pharmaceutical millions?
Don’t you clearly, obviously see, you are not a papillon!
The zany addicted mask freaks are out to scare us all!
They carry the clarion call to join their ghoulish ball.
I cannot bring back my loved ones from the dead.
They believed the lies the WHO and the CDC erroneously said.
And what’s with the spreading just plain fear in comments “Are you alright?”
As if the newest Covid monster were about to kill and alight?
This is Poetry Soup, not Fear Soup, or am I wrong?
“Isn’t life great”, is a happier comment than joining the fear throng.
Joy, love, family and honoring God,
Will give us courage to live, not shuddering,to be buried, beneath the sod.
We will be told to stay away from the elderly, too?
I took one picture of my grandson through the window, and I knew that was nonsense, I would never, never do!
I only state the things I see going on here.
The claws of madness, by a disease called FEAR!
7/28/2022
~2~
Categories:
boosters, america, anxiety, betrayal,
Form:
Rhyme
I watched some DVD’s
Of Johnny Carson’s late-night show.
I’d seen a few but that was
Many, many years ago.
He really was hilarious.
His laughter was contagious;
And nothing really flummoxed him,
No matter how outrageous.
He sparkled with non-human guests –
Orangutans and roosters.
Comedians considered him
The best of all their boosters.
As Carnac the Magnificent,
His face could not conceal
How silly were the answers
That his “power” would reveal.
So many pies were thrown at him,
He took each one in stride.
He’d suffer all indignities
If laughs they would provide.
His deadpan looks were priceless
And his banter was the best.
He took the role of talk-show host
And man, was it finessed!
As far as TV shows today,
You really can’t compare;
But after just a taste, I wish
He still was on the air.
Categories:
boosters, nostalgia, people,
Form:
Rhyme
Dear Mr. Pfizer,
I wish I'd been a whole lot wiser..
One year ago I got your vaccine
and things happened to be that weren't forseen..
The first night of the shot my vision blurred
and retina damage sadly occured..
The eye doctor said there's a hole in my macular.
I can't see it but hope it's spectacular..
The retina specialist thought I had a disease
and wouldn't listen to my self-advocacy..
One year later now I'm happy to say the hole
is still there but no disease came my way. I
won't get your boosters. I hope that's okay?
Categories:
boosters, health,
Form:
Light Verse
LIVE ANOTHER DAY
Any life’s boosters
We owe to God’s grace and blessings
If He forbids
There can ever be sunsets
As setting of the sunset on Him depends!
Life’s full of struggles
There again
Is where God’s existence and omnipotence
He made mortals in us
Not even life giving extensions
Can ever be imaginable and surpassable!
Age maybe retiring but all indispensable
It maybe that reincarnations
Or in second thoughts of second life
However, one all does
Indeed to live for another day
After judgment is reach!
We wish there’s no sunset in our lives
Getting older is a shocking reality
But, it is a normal process
The sun rises from the east and sets in the west
It cannot be reversed.
But, then again, we wish to live another day!
Categories:
boosters, life, life,
Form:
Free verse
You’d better mask up
With n95
Wherever you go
Especially outside
Tripledemic’s coming to town
It’s time for that booster
Not just once, but twice
'cuz vaccines are trending
With Pfizer’s stock price
Tripledemic’s coming to town
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MSNBC pushing masks and boosters again, lol
Categories:
boosters, science, silly,
Form:
Quatrain
In the realm of Telegram's glow,
Where taps and tokens start to flow,
A game named W-Coin was born,
A simple tap, and wealth was sworn.
With every press, the coins accrue,
A world of crypto starts to brew,
Ethereum, Solana bright,
Or TON, each path a different light.
Fifty thousand strong at start,
A growing game, a beating heart,
Ten million soon, or so they claim,
Yet bots might play this numbers game.
Invite your friends, the tokens rain,
Referral bonuses to gain,
With each new friend, the levels climb,
Rewards increase with passing time.
Tasks and staking, boosters too,
Ways to earn and gather through,
Retweets, join, and play with glee,
Unlocking rewards, climbing the tree.
Stake your coins, let them rest,
Earnings grow, you'll be impressed,
Reinvest to tap with might,
Workers toil throughout the night.
In this game, the taps are gold,
A simple joy that never old,
W-Coin's world, a click away,
Where tapping leads to wealth each day.
Categories:
boosters, 4th grade, 8th grade,
Form:
Concrete