Best Gimmicks Poems
The student sits in third row last chair
His foolish words of attention are blurted everywhere
He understands not the value of listening
For he seeks laughs and howls for the teacher’s off>< pissing
Until finally the day of teacher student conflict
The teacher enquires of the student’s gimmicks
Young man confronting the joker for all to hear
Your gall for the learned compliance suitable for classroom learning
Indicates your true ability of one of extremely asinine qualities
I must admit as all the students are listening here
You are the greatest highly intelligent gluteus Maximus I ever did hear
Categories:
gimmicks, education, funny, satire, school,
Form:
Light Verse
Hey! What if a computer were a car?
So much more economical, by far!
You see at once advantages galore
With all that high-tech wizardry in store.
A virtual computer set on wheels.....
This surely is the very best of deals!
You rush to buy one of these "guided missiles",
Your automotive "Dell" with bells and whistles.
.................Fast forward now to one month down the road.
Your frenzied brain is ready to explode!
You found your car would crash three times a week!
You had to pay some sly computer geek
To get the blasted engine up and running.
(His service bills were nothing less than stunning.)
You learned that turning on the windshield wiper
Would mean you really had to "pay the piper"!
By sensing you clicked on that wiper part,
Your car would shut down and would not restart!
Your airbag system's totally annoying;
It asks you "Are your sure?" before deploying.
Your precious car insists, as it to scoff,
You must press "start" to turn the darn thing off!
Just when these gimmicks you begin to doubt,
Your car without a reason locks you out!
"Access denied!" until by luck you pressed
At once the grille and hood. (Who would have guessed?)
You feel betrayed by this hybrid computer?
You should have bought a plain old two-wheeled scooter!
Categories:
gimmicks, computer-internet, confusion, fantasy, funny,
Form:
Couplet
After nine bottles of wine I get pretty
kind never out of shape never out of
line my mind begins to shine shine with
mulberry moonshine sublime I begin
to rhyme on time in time I rhyme my
rhymes never sour like limes but sugary
and sour at the same time in the middle
of sweet and lime now isn't that fine
wine my mind my mind is out of limits
beyond outer limits beyond your limits
and shallow gimmicks out of the inner
galaxy limits no limits I am more than
just snippets limitless beyond limits
beyond summits words cometh from
a fountain unknown a zone unknown
it has never been shown alone in that
zone words form together for better a
storm a wavelet of immensity a brain
storm not lot of the norm not of your
trite brain storm a unique form after
nine bottles of wine I get pretty kind never
out of shape never out of line hearing & linking
nature whispering secrets in my mind
appreciation of a radiation stimulating
accentuating accumulating words linking
aligning designing a poetic world poems
unfurl I a whorl pool of thought I am not
lost in a winters frost I take hot shots of
the thing you rather drink not you see I
forgot that many rather sip not they ask
me for milk when they come to my home
I shut the door and say leave me alone I
continue to sip my rum I continue to write
my poem after nine bottles of wine I get
pretty kind never out of shape never out
of line never out of poems never out of rhymes
never out of rum never out of wine never
out of wit never out of time I am eternal
chime of rhyme bodily enzyme of passionate
drunken rhyme, see if you can chime in my time
of drunken rhymes time I chime I the clock of tic tock
rhythm and rhyme rum coke and lime I'll try to be sober
next time..
Categories:
gimmicks, art, words, time, poems,
Form:
Rhyme
Noisiness neighs your code,
Loud, braggadocios, belching
Shouting sentiments and prophysying plays
As your body disintegrates
And dredges your kidneys fail and your legs lilt frail
Yet you claim life loud and braggadocios.
The football game gimmicks
The baseball booboos all acclaimed and assessed by you
Whose own health waivers with lesions and machines
Mitigate your blood as you shout loudly, “I told you”
To quintessential quarterbacks in your dreams
You chair the channel surfer of your mind as the
Games grab headlines heralding from your hurting heart.
Categories:
gimmicks, health,
Form:
Alliteration
I make my way to the cemetery,
They won't look for me where I was buried.
I lay my love down to die beside me,
The ghosts they graze but demons guide me.
I look to my lord, just beneath my feet,
His victory lies, in life so sweet.
The only promise that I've ever known,
A world where I am free to live and grow.
The only promise that can be kept,
My life is mine and I won't lose it yet.
I am a monster,
'Cause I look dead to them,
The stitched together image of a hundred men.
I am a monster,
That's what they say I am,
They see these dead pieces,
And someone else's hands
I am a monster.
I make my way through the tombs that made me,
Below those who won't help but hate me.
It's been so long I've been running from them,
I tried so hard but they don't comprehend.
So if a monster's what they want,
I guess that's what I'll give them.
No games,
No gimmicks,
Real death,
Eating your infants.
You've been blessed,
With what you're given,
So I'll take,
You're right to heaven.
I can't die,
I am forsaken,
My senses,
Have been awakened.
All the life,
That I have taken,
Makes me strong,
But not complacent.
I am a monster,
At least I know what I am.
The life I have been given,
Isn't without demands.
I am a monster,
See me for what I am.
The clear spitting image, of your lord so be damned.
Now I will conquer,
Every last living man,
My army of undead is soon to stand,
And all the monsters,
Across the land will span.
My legion will rip flesh,
From God's precious humans.
'Cause we are monsters,
And his children will burn.
Signing up for hell,
And they wait their turn,
Because they're monsters,
And they March on command.
They'll swim the lake of fire,
While dreaming of land.
Cause we are monsters,
Innocent blood on our hands.
We're not asking for forgiveness,
We are taking a stand,
As human monsters.
Awaiting your command.
Shall we kill the unholy,
Or should we be damned?
For being monsters.
Categories:
gimmicks, corruption, death, humanity, judgement,
Form:
Bio
“Smooth Mouths”
Lawyer’s moral , much like my limericks,
So full of bull and high flying gimmicks,
When all the money is gone,
Sing a different sad song,
Banks full of money, won’t buy all their tricks.
Literal limericks, gimmicks and tricks,
Philladelphia boys are really slick,
From their silver tongue,
The truth seldom sung,
They know how to pocket, from pockets picked.
For: Lawyer Limericks
In honor of: Carolyn Devonshire
Categories:
gimmicks, funny
Form:
Limerick
It's hard to beat the old age inventions
When our bodies refuse to meet our intentions,
Those top shelf items you simply can't reach,
The ones at the bottom inaccessibly deep!
I can't squeeze the new leveraged grabber
And the kids have confiscated my ladder,
So I hook around with my old gravy ladle
And catch what I can in my wide apron cradle.
Stuff on the floor needs a long-handled brush,
Unless it's the soup, which has turned into slush!
But my old jumble drawer has come to the rescue;
There at the back was my old turkey baster.
A few wet rags. I tear up old nappies
And scrub around with my feet 'til everything's snappy!
Fertilize garden; now that is a must.
No wheelbarrow for me; my balance is suss.
But I'd bought a hard liner for the trunk of my car
(Always hauling something from wood to crowbar.)
So down with the liner, a rope through the end,
Put on the bag and you've got a good sled!
Dropping my highballs had become a crash scene.
I'd run out of glasses and cups weren't the same.
But a friend found a stein her late husband had liked
And it goes along with the whiskey all right.
I s'pose you invent what gimmicks you can.
It's such fun dreaming up a super trick plan!
Just trying to get the better, you see,
Of old age that's trying to get the better of me!
Categories:
gimmicks, age, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
Worry wanted to be with me
I said, I am overloaded with happy moments, can't carry you
Worry said don’t worry
Your kind are few, shall find many to carry me
Joy wanted to be with me
I said, you are like sugar, come dissolve in me
Joy said it’s my privilege
As others use me as object but you want to be one with me
Misery wanted to be with me
I said, I am a fighter, you may choose your time
Misery said your courage shames me
Your kind are few, others do all sorts of gimmicks to ward me off
Harmony wanted to be with me
I said, you are the most sought, please come for stay
Harmony said your inner peace is perfect for me
Your kind are few, most disturb others but seek harmony for Self
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By Hitendra Mehta
Categories:
gimmicks, satire, me,
Form:
Free verse
My dearest Ema,
I’ve shortened your name
but I won’t apologize
even in written form you still manage to make my skin quiver and raspy
Oh Ema,
how I long for your goodbye
I’ve dealt with your irritating subtleties much too long
meds keep me sane no more
and the smother of an omnipotent lover
none should ponder
your crimson inducing breaks, too unbearable,
would happen to me of all people
I’m the lucky one I guess
posed with this challenge
to live with an insatiable pest
who’s physical abuse is evidence of unrest
who’s unceasingly vile and hungry appetite
scorns till skin deep
only to regurgitate any sense of purity
leaving behind a slaughterhouse of pain
short of perverse
which might have soothed me
DAMN YOU
my mute agony would suffice no longer
I HATE YOU
YES
I
DO
SINCERELY AND PASSIONATELY
all the while
I appreciate your candor
but I’m not impressed, never was actually
for when I pass
who will host your shenanigans
for my soul is immortal
and you know no soul
it was all for nothing
and so there comes a point
one is best off among enemies
because there are no gimmicks
because a snake is a snake is a snake
make no mistake
and now, with our relationship at stake
let me wake
with a clean slate
as if
you were gone
Categories:
gimmicks, abuse, anger, conflict, courage,
Form:
Free verse
F anciful fabulous fairyland
A geless adulation awaken
I rrevocably immortalize
R egal radiant recollection
Y earning yesterday’s youthful yearbooks
G lamorous gadgets gimmicks girdles
O utrageous outfits overindulge
D efiant delay deny demise
M ighty mascaraded matriarch
O utlandish opulent obscession
T wilight Twinkle Twiddle Twitter Tweet
H eed hopeful hallucination
E nsorcellment endowed elixir
R adical Revamp Restore Reverse
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on March 7, 2018
Categories:
gimmicks, age, fairy, fantasy, nonsense,
Form:
Acrostic
This is a Hat that Heals,
no gimmicks, no tricks, no steals.
I hate this is your trial, so go through it with style,
I pray this eases your pain,
and new hope and faith you gain.
This is a Hat that Heals
your smile will seal this deal
someone loves and cares in a special way
so smile big, laugh it's okay.
Things will get better soon
Your Healing, their is still time and room
Forget all your troubles for now
God will breakthrough someway or somehow
I care and love you today
Remember, love makes sickness decay
You are loved no matter what
Perfect in every way no buts
This is a Hat that Heals,
no gimmicks, no tricks, no steals.
As you go about your day,
remember I thought of you this way.
This is a Hat that heals.
Categories:
gimmicks, bereavement, bible, courage, encouraging,
Form:
Light Verse
A silo water casket scintillates glow
Green sea-weed blanket, bright red and yellow.
Pebbles and gravel, in a crystalline show.
Fizzing of bubbles the aquatic-air combo.
A vista of motion, flashes a rainbow.
A bunch of humans thrown, in the confined gizmo.
Dull green eyes, swim an ocean pseudo.
The drift of life, it's all real although.
The wriggle of fins, of the snooty goldfish.
The ripple of gills, of the elite angelfish.
The humble jellyfish, and the snail all sluggish.
The crabs and corals, the intricate gimmicks.
Each and every home marvels marine mimics.
Our penthouse aquarium of ornamental beauty
We all are sealed in our filial duty.
Unbreakable, shatterproof, cocktail glass of captivity...
Mundane activity, glows in endless sanguinity.
Then one day, motionless fish in sea..
will be flushed out, quarantined to liberty...
will swim across free ....the ocean of eternity.
Placed First in Brian Standard Jan2019 Contest
Categories:
gimmicks, analogy, caregiving, fish, life,
Form:
Rhyme
I'm surpassing my limits imagine the vision,
Of grasping intentions to master existence,
A savage I've witnessed bedazzled by gimmicks,
I laugh but I meant this I ask for forgiveness,
My past interventions were passion resentments,
Relapsing and quitting soul nagging from interest,
So sad had to end this what I had is not a friendship,
My mask being lifted surpassing my limits,
Within found a Light there my Savior waiting right there,
As I prayed to It found a way to It cause ego never fights fair,
It's my only weapon in Spirit small voice at times I can't hear it,
But It told me to not fear It just persevere and come near It,
With one step I start coming to a slow jog now I'm running,
Can't procrastinate cause I want It with fascination I'm hunting,
My imagination undaunted to face the demons that haunt it,
With a small knot in my stomach surpass my limits I'm coming!
Categories:
gimmicks, allah, angel, beauty, change,
Form:
Rhyme
Intolerance is now a hot topic for lot of discussions,
Intolerance is something which divides a nation into two sections.
Intolerance for some is just a mixture of all political gimmicks,
Intolerance for other is a hidden agenda of some freaks.
Intolerance for some is a conspiracy to take the nation backward,
Intolerance for others is killing of innocents like a coward.
Intolerance is not a new issue in a country like India,
Intolerance is also not a debate to be shouted in media.
Intolerance is something which need to be studied in depth,
Intolerance should also be separated from someone's own faith.
Intolerance is something which need to be there in democracy,
Intolerance is expected to eradicate the curse of poverty.
Intolerance is an obligation to fight against the evil of corruption,
Intolerance is required to uproot those who don't believe in our Constitution.
Intolerance is entailed so that no woman in this country is raped,
Intolerance is demanded if a society is improperly shaped.
Intolerance is necessary against those who try to stop freedom of speech,
Intolerance is needed to stop a proper system from getting a glitch.
Categories:
gimmicks, political,
Form:
Rhyme
We didn't have what they have now;
Computers, tablets, phones.
Every day in every class, with homework we brought home.
You would think with all the aids the children do have now.
How could you fail? This I ask with a furrowed brow.
No more Tableau Noir, where the teachers used to write.
Nowadays, shaking my head, everything is white.
The students of yesteryear (the ones that I personally know).
Have followed their dreams and became who they are because highschool helped us grow.
We didn't have all these gimmicks or all the help schools now provide.
My goodness dear people, how will they ( this generaton) be able to survive?
Cursive writing was mandatory, really quite an art.
But nowadays, this technique has totally fallen apart.
I have friends who are teachers and nurses, some of whom have travelled abroad.
Because most of the technology wasn't used, to help pave this daring road.
Life is hard kids. Trust me when I say:
"You are given every chance more so than yesterday. We faced all the same issues, bullying teasing and teachers being rude. Something to always remember, you have to be crude. If you don't like it, then remember to fight back but this isn't done like yesteryear, now they have knives and guns. When I say fight back, I mean speak to someone, let them help you and show you highschool could be fun.
I remember highschool, peer pressure at its peak.
Be strong. Stand tall. This feeds on the weak.
Remember you're the future each and every one of you.
You have dreams, follow them and stay in school.
Without an education, there's not much you can achieve.
Follow your heart and your dreams. You have to believe.
Believe the tableau Noir. It never tells a lie.
Without passing grades, you will not get by.
Categories:
gimmicks, anti bullying, child, dedication,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue