Best Colgate Poems


For the Girl With the Brand New Toothbrush

The Girl with the Brand New Toothbrush

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    For the girl with the brand new toothbrush
    Waiting on a one night stand
    We didn’t have to tell the Truth much
    Didn’t make many plans
    Got right down to the good stuff
    Fulfilled exchanged demands
    Till the next day at constant play of bouncing batter ram

    For the girl with the Colgate toothbrush
    The one I’ll never use again
    No one had to introduce us
    I never had to meet your friends
    Never got ugly and ruthless
    Never threw you out again
    One time one day wonderful lay
    So glad I’ve been your man

    #in away at her newness
    Working a wiggle in
    Willy was well made to do this
    willing do it again
    Wasn’t constrained by rudeness
    wasn’t ever worried bout them
    But like a werewolf Willy went wild with the moon just whaling at a womb till ten

    This song goes out to the toothbrush
    A hard body put in her bin
    Only an angel’d do thus
    serendipity sin
    Rampant replicant, Rembrant
    Pant participant now
    Insignificant remnant
    of magnificent meow

    (Well spent sycophant content
    “What a wonderful! WOW”
    Wham went impotent, wham went
    Whamin through that some how)
    Dawn sent immigrant intent
    Brushing our teeth and chow
    Last philanderant indent
    On MAGNIFICENT MEeeeeOW
© Dan Short  Create an image from this poem.

Rotate

7/22/21

People continuing to show hate
As if they themselves are so great
While the planet continues to rotate

Boy you need a lot more than Colgate
You thought it did, but it carried no weight
Don't make me, or I'll put you in yo place
The evidence will be difficult to locate

Only got 24 so I poured up some twenty fours
Ready for many more
It's been a deadly war
Pulled through with tremendous force
While I weathered any storms
The answers to such questions, is like seeking an endless source

People continuing to act fake
In good or bad shape 
Dealing with another backache
Life will give and it shall take

Let's get the facts straight
Life moves at a fast pace
Don't end up in last place
In this giant rat race

Why have they 
Continued to act that way
Been another bad day
Empty bottles and an ashtray
The same old pathway
Could just never keep it all at bay

It's been revolting
As life continues unfolding
After the whole thing
Not just a gold ring

Yet it always ends up being an ice cold drink
Empty or a full drink
Be bold or sink
Who am I kidding, I always got one, like it's a cool thing
What the f*** am I really doing?
Who am I truly fooling?
Why am I always smoking and boozing?
Winning and losing
At times it is or isn't amusing
As death is always looming
Underneath objects in the sky zooming
In space matter devoured by black holes that keep consuming

Regardless of if we once were schoolmates
It's all been a wild goose chase
People still being two faced
Calling others a fruitcake
Let me give ya'll a news break
I'm going to get much more than a few scrapes
While above and below sluice gates
Having a wallet and safe full of bills with a blue face
Still traveling through space
Got rid of the evidence, no need for a suitcase

Those that give and others who take
Coming in rough, obscure or smooth shapes
Close to estates that grew grapes
In order to make
Wine all the time, before it's all too late
Before it's all too late
What's getting accomplished if always you wait?
I'm going to continue to mutate
Getting it done before the due date
Otherwise it all would  be a huge waste

Phoenix

All human life on earth starts in a school! 
In my case I was born just left of hell 
It was a simple time but not that cool 
This hell was time spent in a hot jail cell 
I went and suffered on my own through it 
Hell was about soul survival, not strange 
Hell did have this one thing going for it
It was a time in my life of great change 
Basic painful change is all I could see 
I think it could be the fire burning part 
In a way this was maybe good for me
We all hate to change and make a restart 

Again, I think it’s the fire burning thing 
But Phoenix had more surprises to bring 

My small world became a much bigger space 
This was the time I discovered schoolgirls 
a Schoolgirl did not have a woman’s grace 
but newly discovered power that twirls 
Almost like a boy with a BB gun 
Unfortunately I felt their focus
Maiming with no regard and just for fun 
Resisting their girl power was hopeless 
This dangerous girl behavior left boys, 
hormone affected and with fearful scars 
They did not realize feminine poise, 
and their girly ways left boys seeing stars 

Boys were toys and fun for a single day 
They polarized boys closer or away 

Schoolgirls had developed body buffet 
I was drawn to this newfound girl candy, 
in n moth-flame kind of a fateful way, 
forced to band aid rip my eyes off Sandy
Speaking; walls of China to overcome 
Yet I needed to open my Colgate, 
but words got stuck in my boy bubble gum 
With corporal punishment a pain fate, 
we did not question we just noticed breasts 
This obsession became a migration, 
but teachers had this thing with passing tests 
This interfered with my destination 

Burning in girls flame game a man collected
They Phoenix-ed the man my wife selected
© Just James  Create an image from this poem.


Ten Foot Yellow Train

Julia Roberts - The Run Away Bride
Had a dog  Fido - loved water slides 
He lifted his leg
Yellow train - an egg
The bride disappeared hurt in her pride...

Fido's bright smile showed whites of Colgate
When Lady appeared sealing his Fate
Human wedding planned
On a doggies' land
Long Live bride's old Pop and his charge plate!
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Inspired by Carolyn Devonshire's limerick "Runaway Train"
An outdoor wedding, no sign of rain
The bride’s gown had a 10-foot train
     Crossing the lawn to her bequeathed
     Fido snatched the train in his teeth
And Pop watched eight grand go down the drain

Premium Member Picture Perfect Family

Easter morning
Nineteen fifties 
Black and white 
Edged in gray 
Pyramid like
Stepping stones
Determined by age and height
Reminiscent of the glories of Cleopatra
Stand silhouetted within
Easter’s sunny orbit

The Ideal family with fixed smiles
Returns the viewers’ gaze
Light enters
The shutter clicks
Kidnapping the treasured moment  
Mom and dad 
Bookend eldest daughter
Twin-like reflections of
Younger brothers stand at mid-point
Youngest daughter becomes
The monument’s foundation

Picture perfect in Easter finery 
Chapeaus are draped in crushed netting
Brimming with bright flowers and multi-colored berries
Suit coats hold crisp white shirts and striped ties
Tiny purses dangle from wrists
Fixed Colgate-like smiles
Return the viewer’s gaze
Commemorating, witnessing, rejoicing
What is for who will come

Shoulder to shoulder they stand
Planets spiraling bumping, clashing
Yet staying in orbit
Generations may wonder
At the story being told
Does the little girl rue standing alone?
Or is it her statement?
Why not the oldest?
Leaving the parents together?
Must the brothers move glued as one through eternity?
Will each find a place in the firmament?
Will eternity claim the parents first?
Will a younger moon precede?

Frear not
As Gods’s heavens circumscribe
The position of the moon and stars.
Creation’s order begets love and benevolence
Tradition is reward and
Source material
For nature’s anomalies

 

Every Easter it was our family tradition to take a picture of the six of us before church.  It was often taken on the steps of our family home.

Premium Member Smoking Section

I wanted to hangout, 
to be with the cool kids!
There standing together,
leaning against brick walls. 
Holding their cigarettes, 
rotating the filter between thumb and fore finger.
Putting Export A's up to their mouths for an extended drag.
The smoke seemed to surround them in a cloud of respect.
That was the time before their fingers had become yellowed,
before their teeth had lost that Colgate brightness.
They, in that moment were at the peak of their perfection,
oblivious that sometimes, tomorrow can be a cruel joke.

"What are you looking at?"
I looked down at my suddenly fascinating shoes,
watched my shoes move me in a different direction.
Their laughter stuck to me like a piece of discarded bubblegum.
So I kept walking, until I found a different self.
Determined, I carved out my own itsy bit of coolness.
A certain walk,
a bit of aloofness. 
Not trying so hard to be liked.
Me the mysterious stranger,
dark clothes,
an aura of dangerous!

I tried it out for a while,
It somehow seemed to work.
"Lamoureux, you want a cigarette?"
"Na I ain't into that Sh_t!"
I walked away holding my head high,
"whatever dude.."
Somehow saying no added to my rep,
a certain kinda bizarre respect!
Army boots, metal cleats clicking as I sauntered away.

Then I went home
Changed back into familiar clothes,
dressed like myself head to toes.
Just a bit outside of normal I chose.
Said goodbye to my make believe, didn't need it anymore.
Just walked past it and slammed that door!
I had known cool for just a bit, it never truly did fit.
That dark bleeding persona wasn't me,
I needed my inner awkward to be let free,
but without being afraid of what others would see.
Friendly is how I was meant to be,
so I started climbing high up in my own tree
Fully myself, not some fake man of mystery.
Adios cool self, you're ancient History!


Never Changing

Never Changing 
Back in the day you would think twice before you say my name 
Considered hungry and thirsty so I chased the fame
Burning flames fairly new to the game so the **** didn’t change
So I’m smiling kinda funny cause chicks is tossin out rent money
There’s no lavish to style No habits
Never Changing something to think about, I’m tired stressing full of doubts
At times I get in my car & ride the gas out just thinking 
My ancestors would be tossing and turning in their graves to find out I was considered the epitome of a slave 
Pant too small sitting with my ass out with a nasty disposition shitty no clout
Never Changing
Bills piling up gotta work it out,my  phone keeps ringing & I’m spazzing God what’s good just asking?
Seems like never needs to change, the longer the purpose it starts to look like a three ringed circus.
Trust and believe there’s no magic hocus poke us
Never changing
**** gotta believe you can brush your teeth with how cold this game gets
Honestly, no time to hesitate because pockets empty, so I’m running to the dollar store no Colgate.
Never Changing 
Messing with this industry could be costly eager desiring to please mouths frothy Cudjo
Frantic and alone holding on to a pre-paid cell phone, losing grip trippin crazy 
Lazy must put that work in, Never changing!

Equally Yoked Aka Differences

She loved to go out
I loved to stay in.
She loved to live free
I wanted to see what game was playing.
Even With Colgate
We had different tastes.
She'd prefer Gel.
I'd prefer Paste. 
She loved to take long drives
I worried about the gas.
She wanted to eat out
But I always passed.
She loves to laugh
I kept a scowl on my face.
She likes to savor things
I acted like life was a race.
She is optimistic
I always think the worst.
She is patient
I like to be first.
She loves affection
I didn't want to be touched.
She likes to make love
I just wanted to phuck.
She gave people trust
I kept them an arm's length from me.
She loves all people
Me I'm not so friendly.
She read The Bible
I read Urban Fiction.
She was attentive
While I never listened.
Life never got her down
Me I just worried.
She took her time 
While I always hurried.
She loved to go to Vegas
I worried about the cost.
She wanted me to take the lead
I didn't want to be the boss.
She loves to go to church
I always stayed away.
She'd beg me to go
"I'm busy" I'd say.
She liked to go shopping
I didn't go, she went alone.
I'd rather be chilling
Right here at home.
She loved to hang out with her sisters
She loves her family.
I'm not close to my fam
So it didn't bother me.
She loves her family
She feels the need to protect them
I told her I couldn't stand them anyway
So I rejected them.
She wanted to hug
But I just sat in my blue recliner.
Now I'm looking for her
Now I can't find her.
I guess our differences 
Were too great & wide.
I should've done more
I really should've tried.
Our differences made her leave
Man, this ain't no joke.
When you love someone
Make sure that you're Equally Yoked.
© Robb Cee  Create an image from this poem.

A Funky Poem On My Friend

The lightening thunders,

The fierceful winds,

Blend together & sings…

When the hunk walks all his way,

With the stylish steps & he’s “CHINMAY”…   

Always poses with his ‘Colgate’ smile,

Lifts his collar & says that’s his style… B-)

The roses’ eyes slowly leaks,

When seen his pinky cheeks…  (With jealous  )

He’s a 24×7 chatterbox,

No fullstop for his naughty talks..  

People yell that he’s a big mischeif,

But his heart’s truely a tender leaf…   :D

A Tingly Jingle - Contest

How you set my heart a tingle
When I listen to your jingle.
Rub my tongue over my teeth
So smooth and fresh no plaque beneath.
Thank you Colgate I love your taste 
No fillings for me cos you're the best.




A jingle for Colgate Toothpasten

Penned 25 May 2015

Enchantress (Let Me Chisel Talk You) Part Two

(Continued from part one.)

Afire not his thoughts, the Devil sees,
He soars and roars, in his physical might.
His bears’ hug, his warmth, could melt you;
Into joys and tears, in willing submission.

Treat him not, to your portions of love.
He grows cold, is lost in erotic rage.
Wiggle not mermaid, in bouts of passion,
The dough you kneed, may turn love to hate.

Dare not the wile witches’ craft;
Lest he banish you to the earth’s folds,
To burn in hate, love and desire,
Forever and ever, in eternal penance. 

Spurn not his love for the unknown,
With frivolous, eyewash camouflage.
He watches behind the scenes,
Your tremors in the curves and the lips;

You innocent, blooming seductress,
Holding the Mega-staff, letting reptiles sing:
You bore the man, the crowned lord of vice.
Rip him, Independence, to his natural doom.

Haven’t you learnt, you Hollywood menace?
Ever seen Javed Jaffery the  Tellywood, Bollywood
Lollywood and Mollywood a few dozen like you?  
Tent walk dove-eyed, bumps to the moon.

Kanjiwaram, the Casanova Frenchie,
Break dance in  airs to the Eiffel Tower.
Red herring you to the Spanish bulls.
Joy ride Rolls on BMW’s track.

Con the Germans and the Japs.
You, wonder android, generations ahead.
(Forget the Merc-E, TELCO ties,
Or their Sumo-ing the Japanese pride.)

Take care you fool, Govinda could snare,
Rap tap the Seghal to his toe’s.
Golden Eye the double O’s latest dream.
Kung-fu Steven’s at his own game.

Anti-gravity NASA, with mental fields.
Stealth fly you out, from the Pentagon.
Biotech you back into American laps,
Genetically engineered, Gene cultured, wreck.

Brain-virus Microsoft, in config-trees,
Space walk you to the final frontiers in enterprise.
Dance away the foxes of your clan.
Ultra culture, the real London breed.

In knacks of, how to wink and blink.
Lifting eyebrows? Take care you oaf,
Run you goat! and don’t turn your head.
He is the cool cat, really looking his English best.

Flee, before the gambler, he is still there,
Smirnoff you to the Hustler`s  care.
Toss you around, under Playboy’s thumb.
Floor you with his catwalk fun.

Cradle you, to the American roost;
Chickening out, not now KFC hen.
He is “She selling sea shells on the sea shore.”
In wizard glee, those Colgate teeth his real hope.

(To be continues in part three.)
© Jai Garg  Create an image from this poem.

What's the Point?

What’s the point 
in living
When death awaits
What’s the point 
in breathing
When you can not 
feel the 
swelling of your 
lungs
What’s the point 
in love
When you heart 
only aches
What’s the point 
of being in a 
state of 
awareness 
When you are not 
really alive
What’s the point 
in doing your 
best 
When it is 
rarely 
acknowledged
What’s the point 
in making all 
happy
When you are sad
What’s the point 
in smiling 
When your heart 
bleeds
And that colgate 
smile
never touches 
your eyes
What’s the point
in anything?

A Disregard For Precious Life

I light up another cigarette,
its smoke turns into puffs...
then they form small clouds':
a skeleton drawn in the gazette.

It's a disregard for this precious life,
consider myself worthless and grab a knife;
but surviving is the blessing I don't deserve,
because not having faith is a moralistic issue.

Absent is the mind absorbing its harmful content.
I whisper " They told me you only live once, then I might
as well disregard it and enjoy another peaceful moment. "
Even Paul was reminded all his life with this threat!

My teeth are getting yellow, not bright;
my breath stinks, folks avoid me.
I used Colgate, it doesn't help a bit,
a priest goes by and scolds me!

It's a disregard for precious life,
it's a misery not to have a wife;
not to kiss her and say good night,
I blame myself for this self-plight!

I spot a guy smoking and talking to himself,
should I forget that I once was that guy?
A sign says, " Help Me. " I stare at him and laugh,
" Buddy, quit smoking and don't turn up like me. "

Is She the One?

Beautiful skin
Nice size
Perfectly thin
Diamond eyes

Colgate smile
Extra bright
Nimble step
Super light

Perfect touch
Make-up lite
Not too much
Just right

Voice like an angel
Soft and sweet
Legs that just keep going
But never meet

Hair shiny and nourished
Far from starved
Body so perfect
As though it was carved

Available 24 hours
Like an all-night help line
So much love bottled up inside and ready to give
The perfect Valentine

Open mind
Helpful tips
Secret keeper
Sealed Lips

Truth be told
Heart of gold
Amazing personality
Daring and bold

Adequately opinionated
Never rude
Overflowing with dignity
Charming attitude

Morals intact
Values too
Code of ethics
To which she remains true

The truth can hurt
You may cry
She gives you honesty 
Over a lie

Found at your side
Loyal and true
100% trust
Doesn’t check behind you

Keeps you smiling
Tons of fun
Just one question..
Is she the One?

What's the Point?

What’s the point 
in living
When death awaits
What’s the point 
in breathing
When you can not 
feel the 
swelling of your 
lungs
What’s the point 
in love
When you heart 
only aches
What’s the point 
of being in a 
state of 
awareness 
When you are not 
really alive
What’s the point 
in doing your 
best 
When it is 
rarely 
acknowledged
What’s the point 
in making all 
happy
When you are sad
What’s the point 
in smiling 
When your heart 
bleeds
And that colgate 
smile
never touches 
your eyes
What’s the point
in anything?

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