Best Disclaimers Poems
Big top three-ring-circus ferris wheel and sideshow freaks
Ringmaster draws your attention to the center ring
Presenting the bareback rider with a graceful fling
Silly clowns riding tricycles
Fierce animals and lion tamers
Elephants waiving their disclaimers
Cotton candy and merry-go-round
Trapeze acrobats dangling high in the air
Walking the tightrope without a care
No matter how it seems appearances can deceive
Though life is but a circus with its fireworks and flames
Behind the scenes might not always be fun and games
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on January 5 , 2019 for contest AS EASY AS ABB sponsored by NINA PARMENTER
Categories:
disclaimers, fun, games, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Sceptical satsumas with suspicious rumours of fruit bowl disclaimers
A mention of cucumber and tomato being part of the starter,
leaving melon and grape displeased and irate
A discussion re:pips reaches a conclusion, they're not welcome in this fruit salad
inclusion
Away with tradition and starting a drama forgetting apple, ignoring banana
substituted with kiwi replace with mango and guava
Squeezed lemon precautions of epic pear portions
No brown to be seem under lashing of cream
'This is not just any fruit salad this is a Marks and Spencers fruit salad':-)
.... a satirical look at society and
predudice using fruit as the subject.. light hearted x
Categories:
disclaimers, people, social, fruit,
Form:
Free verse
[Mr Google assures me that the plural of Dodo is dodos or dodoes]
Do dodos do doo doos
Not any more
But dodos did do doo doos
They did doo doos on the floor
But dodos doing doo doos
Dropping doo doos on your head
Means dodos dropping doo doos
Makes me glad the dodo’s dead
Do dodos do disclaimers
Do those dodos dare deny
That dodos do do doo doos
From high up in the sky
Dodos don’t do doo doos
That drop down upon your head
They can’t fly, they’re three feet high
And like I said… they’re dead
Categories:
disclaimers, bird, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
a lone man just shaking his head
Constantly stumbling
His mental status;
Causes disclaimers;
Some say he’s got dementia;
Needless to say;
To say the least;
He’s often found on the streets;
Walking and talking;
Shaking his head
Constantly stumbling
Some say he’s a vagabond;
Some say he’s a creep;
Some say he’s a panhandler;
Some say just a thief;
Who’s to say he’s discarded;
Maybe a misplaced veteran;
Just where is his family;
Shaking his head
Constantly stumbling
White haired man with no plans;
Bronze tanned with no plans;
Got nothing but poverty in his hands;
Could you lend a dime, a dollar, a five, a twenty?
So in this mess;
In his sickness, stressed;
Is he or is he not displaced;
Shaking his head
Constantly stumbling
Is he honest or just for profit?
A panhandler despondent, dishonest;
Distorted vision, I believe he has a concussion;
Like the wind blowing, flowing here and there
Stumbling his head, in his bag some moldy day old bread;
Constantly shaking, is he real or faking a thief or actor;
Homeless/dying or laughing-
He’s every so breezy…
They call him Dizzy
9/4/19
4th Place placement in Contest
For Bring A Character To Life Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux
Categories:
disclaimers, addiction, analogy, anxiety, character,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
The night started out as a gift, a fable
with doves blooming white and alive in the air
The top of the tent open wide to enable
freedom of wingspan exploded and bare
Elephant troops with red sequin blankets
sauntering out past the blind ticket taker
Lions with whips in the grips of their teeth
winking and nodding goodbye to their tamer.
Streamers of silk fabric loosely attached
to muscle taut beings with black painted faces
Ravel, unravel like waves of bright color
and swirl around children in unawkard graces
Sardine car clowns crumble out of their vices
to summersault brilliant and wipe the ink paint
somewhere up in the tippy top of the bleachers
a thick popcorn muncher stops munching to faint
Horses with headdresses tasseled and gold
command the attention of those young and old
With a fling of their heads they are back in their coats
Their unrestrained power, black-eyed and bold
The ringmasters top hat is hooked by a bear
the ringmaster laughs and floats into the air
Grizzly parade on four legs, not just two
lead by a top hatted bear with no cares
In all such disclaimers, panic ensues
and patrons of frumpery clamber like ants
except for the boy in seat A forty two
whose attention is glued like the seat of his pants
The night changed the patterns of thinking of masses
it recycled ideas and absolved all we know
To cage bitter beauty is fraught with disaster
We learned this the night we let the animals go...
Categories:
disclaimers, animals, love, nature, passion,
Form:
HARD TO TAKE
He was sure that for most
of his life he’d been a dangerous
prescription, wrapped in caveats
and warnings such as:
don’t mix, ask your doctor, must
be twelve years or older, take
with whole milk or food or risk slow
painful death……
For way too many years he was sure
that his forehead projected disclosures
and chilling disclaimers:
not covered by insurance, might make
you dizzy, don’t drive after taking or
operate machines, use only for seven
days but not if sunny, cold or wet…...
His good second wife misunderstood this
advice, had reached out to this man, actually
sought his awkward presence, and with a
joyful dyslexia misread the information that
had saved others so much grief
She began to take him each day, then
every hour day and night with lots of
veggies and tea and with reckless
disregard for those annoying side effects
and those dangerous irritations such as
laughter, love and trust; she found a
prescription that works – a testosterone
therapy that might upset her stomach
but almost always warms her heart!
Emanuel Carter
Categories:
disclaimers, change, love,
Form:
Free verse
She never got spoon-fed and started licking off the knives
But knives cut her tongue
Her home is in the white spaces but not the words
You claim to know the flower, but do you know its pollen grains?
"You are fit so get over it", they said
"Don't be a drama queen", they said
But are they aware of her prison, the ball and a chain
They hear the dialogue but not the disclaimers
Found comfort in the storm,
She vented and vents went into other rooms
The plate was half empty and still, people beseeched for food
She's breathing with a plastic bag over her head
Was the oil in the water
Cooked the dinner and washed the dishes
Watered the dead flowers in the hope of a garden
A champagne bottle shaken up by her thoughts
Allergic to her image
Toiled to find her Antony to Cleopatra but found Lago instead
In a toxic relationship with an emotionally unavailable Man
When people got a new phone, they tossed the old one
Darkness lurked behind, consuming part by part every day
She reread the novels in the hope of a different ending
She was the butterfly which never saw her wings
She's sinking in quicksand with a heart attack and people claim to help her when they are just 3 feet away,
How many times has she failed to pull the trigger and used a pen instead,
Sat on the bathroom floor holding a shiny way out, painted lines on her shoulders, crimson magic flowing
Her lips perfectly parted and her eyes glittered with her tears
That's right, you don't know this so do you even know her at all?
Categories:
disclaimers, 11th grade, abuse, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
I am listening to a list of glorious disclaimers on TV
That follow a commercial about a terrific new wonder drug that
helps you blow freckles off your arms.
Usually I am in the kitchen getting
Something to eat by now, but this time I already had my little
banana peanut butter sandwich with two package of chips on my
lap, so I actually listened to these darling side effects:
Possible heart attack
Possible stroke
Possible weight gain
Possible loss of bowel control
Possible lesions
Possible eye damage
Possible liver failure
There are ten others, but do I really need to continue?
Categories:
disclaimers, fun,
Form:
Light Verse
The sky is a cloudless crystal blue
with a breeze to chap your lips
I’m grateful for it, it’s heaven-sent
the dawn was a celestially stamped, angry red
sailors take warning
It’s going to get feisty cold,
I’m told
about the time we go back to school.
A polar-bear vortex with all its features
will spread its icy paws
What jumps out at me first
is how it could be worse.
if unapologetic nature
pounced sans disclaimers
with a cold worth semi-Shakespearean verse
What follows, star-crossed
is a week storm-tossed
a winter holocaust
with heaven-kissed frost
that only madness would call a judgement
We’re steered from harm
by precision alarms
stay warm
sweet friends
wrap up, stay in
.
.
Songs for this:
Come In from the Cold by Marc Broussard
World's A Changing by The Bingtones
Categories:
disclaimers, humor, nature, new york,
Form:
Rhyme
The Dream of a De ja vu Moment
David J Walker
As if broken into a thousand pieces
the poetic scenes of the night
Make no sense until completed
Dreams rehearsed first in the light
As if selecting from a catalog of
forgotten nocturnal thought
Disregarding the disclaimers of
What each might mean
And the light each word sought
Until recognizing the Mise en Scène
of a De ja vu moment
It’s the same as when you
Dream that you don’t dream
But you do
And you know it
Categories:
disclaimers, dream,
Form:
Rhyme
12 AM!
Happy 2020
Everyone greeted in delight
"Not yet", uttered corona
From venturesome everyday
Something distant
To being trapped in lockdown
For several months
We all got a lesson
Nothing is everlasting
Accept the constant tussle
We had in quarantine
In the list of 2020 plans
All we own is
Sanitizers and masks
Precautions and disclaimers like
Cover your face
Or else this virus will cover
Beneath the ground
Within white sheets
Handshakes and hugs
Ruined by social distancing
Stay home stay safe
The only slogan we heard thousand times
From hoping the cases will turn down
To rapid rising in deaths
May god protect us
We pray all the time
Consoling ourselves
This pandemic will end soon
All left with only one thought
Why china did this to us
-MAHEEN SAMI
Categories:
disclaimers, change, courage, deep, faith,
Form:
Free verse
Not for nothing
does the light prick my eyes,
a thirst for walking shoes
tightens ankle bones
that parachute out of an inner attic
landing awkwardly into the open throats
of sneakers
still clutching their tendons.
Out from under a dim tented roof
the world is overrun with Asterix's
small confusing marks
that suggest footnotes and disclaimers,
warnings that you should not
take anything as actually actual.
Seriously sober, * I ditch the thought
of turning back,
now the landscape is tripping,
trees are hugging small birds tenderly.
Owls are tugging at dark clouds
moving them through
bright windows of sky.
The world has become a child's coloring book.
It is truly amazing how some mornings*
will keep you insane for a short while
allotting you just enough time
to recall, that you are not yet verified,
that you're n Asterix,
a disclaimer.
never dotting half-open eyes,
never declaring your fixed reality
because
the world keeps editing its meaning,
there are always more footnotes to add. *
Categories:
disclaimers, poetry,
Form:
Free verse