Best Manufacturer Poems
COFFEE
Coffee is my medication,
Savoury warm embrace.
Supplies me with motivation
To get me through rough days.
Should I stumble, should I fall,
I’ll get a kick at ten.
Java is my drug of choice,
The closest thing to zen.
Coffee is my meditation
When I have the time
I slip into the lotus position
Then I calm my mind.
Slowly as I sip on it,
As I’m sipping breath,
The closer to the source I am
The further from my death.
NOTES:
This was my first poem to receive POTD and I was thrilled when I found out. It gave me the confidence to pursue markets for my work and as a result, this poem Coffee (or rather a portion of it) is being used on the website by a vintage copper coffee machine manufacturer from Belarus. I am very proud of this.
Aaarrhhh!
You say it's not working again, dear
Curse that piece of metal junk,
it only works on Monday, Wednesday and Friday
Part-time dishwashing machine ...
and half of the time when it do work, it only get the dishes half-clean
It decided to go on labor strike,
two months after the warranty expired
Go figure ...
it need to be put on the back of a salvage truck,
with a sign saying: Lazy machine for hire
Don't know why the missus so loves you
If I had three wishes, here's what I'd do ---
number one:
permanently pull your plug
number two:
cover you in the garage with a mechanic's rug
number three:
sell your parts without so much as a shrug
Then knowing that I put you down, I'd be satisfied
with having to wash and rinse my own drinking mug
I hate your nuts and bolts ...
if it was up to me, this would be murder she wrote
But luckily for you, my wife doesn't feel that way,
and you get to have an execution stay
Aaarrhhh!
You also get to rattle and shake for another day
Well, guess it's time to call a repairman,
then call the manufacturer and get an extended warranty plan
At some point you are going to need to impress more than a few friends with some burnt toast. I used to have an old, heavy-gauge chrome-plated toaster with a dial to adjust doneness from 1-5. I took a Sharpie and scribed a 6 at the extreme. The pointer doesn’t actually go there, but it is useful for indicating my intent. It works better than the 5 setting which merely chars the surface. But 6 chars it darn near all the way through, enlarging the pore structure to retain even more melted butter. You gotta be cautious not to overuse that feature because it’ll burn the toaster, as in overheating the thermostat and melting the whispy wires. No more toast for you. Back at the store they were quick to figure out your attempt to exceed the capacity and the clearly worded statement in the ownership contract will be pointed out to you, that glamorous document with the curly-Q decorations making it supremely authentic like a stock certificate from the 1960’s. They replaced my toaster once, but the second and third times I only got a stern look of reproach. The manufacturer has black listed me through my credit card so now all my toaster purchases are cash only.
Grandma's Pets
My granda went away to sea
For many months on end
He'd travel on a fishing boat
With his brother and a friend
He used to write home regularly
And tell some quite tall tales
About being in a far-away place
When he was actually in Wales
Once they actually went to Africa
He wrote he was bringing Gran a pet
When he came home with a small cage
He'd brought her a marmoset
He opened up the cage
And up the curtains it did run
The curtains tore, granda laughed,
Grandma didn't think it fun
She said it had to go
So to the pet shop Granda went
He returned without the Monkey
And to ‘Coventry’ he was sent
Granda apologised and said
that he would compensate
Next day he bought Gran Tip,a cat
Bimbo, the budgie, feared its fate
He'd run up and down his ladder
And his cuttlefish he would gnaw
He took one look at Tip and thought
'I've not seen you before'
One day he pecked his bell so hard
The clapper fell out onto the floor
No matter how much he pecked it
That bell would ring no more
Bimbo, I’d known since a little girl
He lived to a good age
I still remember that fateful day
I found him lifeless in his cage
Tip lived till he was seven
Many kittens he would father
Mrs Thomas would bang on the door
And get in a right lather
“Your Tip's been paying visits
To my precious tabby Pip.
If you don't keep him in
I'll see to it he has ‘the snip'”
After Tip came Ruff the dog
A cairn terrier with his papers
We would laugh so many times
At his little doggie capers
There were two unbuttered teacakes
Sitting on a plate
Mum went to fetch the butter
She came back to an empty plate
Ruff was looking sheepish
Crumbs all around his chin
The cute expression on his furry face
I could swear it was a grin
We lost Ruff when he was eight
Poison in his canned dog food
If that had happened now
The manufacturer we'd have sued
Grandma put her foot down
And told Granda “No more pets”
She missed them all
Well most of them
But not the marmoset
The Durex Company’s fearing the worst
Non latex condoms are now known to burst
There’s a product recall
Hope they can trace them all ...
Or unplanned babies may need to be nursed!
Inspired by this newspaper article - n.b it's only certain products which are sold in the UK and Ireland
https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-45014118
8/13/18
Illuminated city
Tarek Hassan
No one in the darkness of night
That strange bird wings
The town was illuminated,
I was fascinated to see continue make-
For a moment was lost in a dream.
I could see the light of how the skyscraper palace
I thought it would be a strong friendship with the sky
The pinnacle of the luxury mansion
The sky seems to have rolls.
Underworld place I've heard a lot of stories, and I could see
Lanes glazing of the city
Many small buildings arranged in color
I am alone in the silent night, the illuminated city.
The photograph on the wall of the mind come up katana
Billboard at the side of the road,
Alleges the god of this world
This city is so beautiful sajalo Who?
I am a worker, worker thinking
The workers involved in labor sweat
This city is so beautiful, cheap labor while celebrating.
But then got frustrated when
Hard work, fair value loss
The city is in the hands of those who would arrange
Just getting some of the abuses and neglect.
And once those entities sleeping jagena
Why is it undesirable to us,
Maybe someday I'll move out of the city
There will be stuck on the walls sweat attalikara workers,
As the scrub, and water soaked city.
I have broken labor to build a Manufacturer
Come back again, maybe the smell of sweat suke
I fall into the hands of workers, the illuminated city.
Holly from Ohio,
Grey hair long,
The lines of your life draw a map upon your face of a life lived to the fullest.
Smoking early morning away with your cup of coffee in the Dallas sunrise and sweet Texas air.
My new friend of Ohio Blue Jackets blood,
History lessons abound,
the hot Texas sun casts its steaming light upon us.
Grandkids, Fathers, Mothers, Life's twists and turns.
Great cup of Coffee with my new friend Holly from Ohio.
Off to the flight,
Not yet.....DELAYED
DFW style with an EWR choke hold.
Alan, Pharma-Manufacturer, comes in...
He parks next to me...
we realize as we look at the board we are both caught in the nightmare travel world of
"not canceled",
"Only Delayed",
65 Shaved head
clean southern drawl,
Alan from Fort Worth. Stuck at DFW
We Grab a beer, we talk about kids, Grab another beer, Talk about our wives his ex...Grab the third and fourth beers, where I tell him I'm still married...to which he states "Stay that way kid"
Boarding time now....tab paid
Lonely travel avoided me on this business trip. Holly from Ohio with her long grey hair and Alan from Ft Worth, a happy southern man.
Please clearly print your name
on the front of your mask. Cupid.
(Cupid is having a heck of a time this year. Not to forget all the other mishaps masks are causing. As a public service, I will just reiterate a few -- and please add some to my list as you become aware: CDC has just determined that Masks cause life threatening flatulence; per Fauci's recommendation, Pfizer is developing a new Posterior-mask – asking for volunteers with IBS to participate – Biden promises 100 billion masks by next Thanksgiving – he has issued an Executive Order banning all Chili-fests (Hear that Texas!) – Also, dental colleges in New York and Los Angeles are running dangerous low on masks with automatic floss attachments, Biden promising to order several Billion from reputable Chinese manufacturer in Wuhan. So, we really need to Brain-storm, here at Soup – it is our Civic Duty! Joe.)
A man of high quality
A man of the people
A pioneer of borrowed language
A man of bombastic projectiles
One with pride
And boastful charisma
Run-on-lines never cease
To exist in his speeches
Off-points are his best friends
Over-speeding is his motto
I don't care attitude is his logo
An idiot of no imagination
A half-baked speedy typewriter in human form
A pimple-faced nymph
Manufacturer of words
A man of brilliance
And excellence
He was my lecturer.
(In a 19th-century legal judgment studied by all who
learn the English common law, Sturges v. Bridgeman,
the court found in favour of a "nice" doctor over a
"common" manufacturer, for reasons of pure snobbery.)
The Candyman Can’t
Some legal battles have the power to thrill,
while others never have, and never will.
Some touch on human themes which really matter,
and some do not. We’re dealing with the latter.
This present case is hardly OJ Simpson:
it lacks dramatic shape, and simply limps on
listlessly, with abstruse reasoning,
no sex or violence to give it seasoning.
One Mister Bridgman manufactures sweets,
in premises where Wigmore crosses/meets
its neighbour, Wimpole. Eighteen seventy-nine
of our salvation, two lives intertwine
when Doctor Sturges takes consulting rooms
around the corner. Disagreement looms,
for Bridgman’s grinding, pounding candy line’s
destroying Sturges’ peace, fragging his mind.
The law of nuisance really is quite funny.
It says, “he did you harm? Well, here’s some money”.
What if you’d rather dodge the damage, and
defer the dollars? How to countermand
the duty-breach-then-damages regime?
Suppose we interpose a better scheme?
Instead of “you must suffer, he must pay”,
we stop the harm? The problem goes away!
This ruse is known as “equity”. It functions
by granting prior relief (they’re called injunctions).
So Sturges stemmed stentorian sweetie sounds
by order of the court, and Bridgman found
his business gagged and bound by hoops of steel,
for no good reason. What to do? Appeal!
(For thus advise the lawyers. Such affairs
drag on for years. The lawyers? They get theirs!)
Said Bridgman: “I’ve been cranking out jujubes
for decades now. It’s all gone down the tubes
because some quack dislikes the earnest hum
of my devices. Why, then, did he come
to Wimpole Street? He wants tranquility?
Go hang his shingle in Highgate Cemetery!
I have a remedy for Doctor Sturges:
it’s swallowing his antimony purges!”
But Bridgman lost. One cannot help but feel
that making toffee wasn’t quite genteel
enough. Their Lordships said behaviour
that’s unacceptable around Belgravia
can find a home in Bermondsey. The latter
has lots of lowly types. It doesn’t matter
if they have noisome noise, and have to live
in filthy fumes – for they’re not sensitive.
BEWARE TYRANT
Thou cannot be all
The executive, legislative and bench
Thy powers are in others
Who recognizes your
Thou could never be
The importer and exporter
The manufacturer and consumer
The farmer and the banker
How can thou be?
The employer and the employee
The governor and the governe’
The actor and the audience
Think about
And redress, for you’re, but one
We never went by the harbor so quickly.
I wasn’t there during the crash.
What if we told our parents?
Something is laughing in the basement.
That’s the problem with lingering diseases.
Will you become the big deal?
Foraging for apples occurs in the winter.
Please let the surgeon get out of the way.
Sometimes you bore me.
I can't write stories.
The sun will never melt the Earth.
The science of paper weighs greatly on your mind.
Will the sinister image of our reflection undermine our once valiant voyage?
How is the canyon holding up under these conditions?
The starter belt is clinking against a a device engineered by a known enemy of Planetary
Supply Systems, and the manufacturer is married to your ex-wife.
Well, Jesus, Bill…did you have to bring up my ex-wife?
Brother
Tarek Hasan
How are you brother? I'm your younger brother
Last roaming around, taking the sins of Shield bearer
Logo ways of deceit,
Pain in my back against the wall to prevent
Today, severe pain, strength, and not running
What does not seem to be forgotten brother!
Abroad made me guilty
Relatives of crime is difficult to forget,
Non-silent witnesses stood in the dock
I pleaded not guilty in the court of the mind.
This is how criminal civil society
How much of your mind offender locality,
After you I did not do ,,,,
Why break the bonds of Zur, a m Purge Float.
Here I am on this day, that you
Odorous creams read desist dress
No one's ideal love,
But I'm crying quietly asleep City
Palace the foot touches the sky
Who is guilty and made no Very fair.
You have to craft rules bhalasara brother
Sikta I respect you, no seats
Still, under the distant Leave Will not
So how can you Great humanity
The beloved younger brother to forget ..
Violate brother no longer like before life
I'm tired today on Logo
Coming out of my body
Murray still remains up to death
No barane to know what goes on.
Brother You, my friend, you people build a Manufacturer
Compared to you, not you,
It may come sooner or later,
Your door, the younger brother of the body to be frozen.
~ Perfect Taste... Imperfect Rhyme ~
A girl who likes bananas – Angela
She smears them on slices of Gonella *
She eats them so much
She’s really lost touch
Friends renamed her ‘Bananangela’
*Gonella is a bread-baking manufacturer
in Schaumburg, IL. It's been around for
quite a while.
We often look at the person within the walls as the breaker ,
not the broken
the relentless evil that exists in this persons free will
The horror this person was willing to create
how they bruised societies ego
How then do we look then at the breakers
We look with sad forgiving eyes
We understand why the family is scared to sleep again in there own house
We understand why the victim escapes into opiat related bliss
We understand why they cant go back to yesterdays routine.
When is it that we decide to place the time stamp
Why must it begin then
What if we looked at everything
Why do we value one free will above another
Lets move back and see
Let your forgiving eyes relate and empathize
The brain signalling reflex and pain
receptors act as puppet strings that hopes to move one out of harms way
Move from everything that hurts,
some stronger than others
To isolate a lonely human is only to further the hurt
Hurt very quickly to desperation
Desperation to obedience
Obedience to “conditional acceptance”
Problem Solved
No
Looking head on into your own script is the only way to find your story
Read your story well, don't skip a line
It all comes together,
what led your brain to release those choices?
If you read my book,
word for word
you would get to the same page in the same chapter
your next sentence would be the same
where my choice is simply a result-
A choice to rid the pain
Remove the fear
Lift the prejudice
Do I run or dare I confront
Do I feast or make love
Is my machine well oiled and assembled for the job
Does the neglect of my maintenace not matter
Is my warranty the 12 decedents of men that choose whether I shall be rebuilt
Or is my justice sitting right here in my book.
Is my forgiveness in my manufacturer
or is forgiveness in the pressure that all my parts are constructed to work a certain way
Am I to be assembled in a way that produces the end product wanted
Then why isn't the best engineer on my case
A lawyer to make decisions the law
a captain to navigate a ship
yet an amateur is sent to rebuild what is broken
an amateur assembled us in the first place
The answer is to understand the book
The answer is to understand the amateur
My Justice is the past
My Justice is my past
My Justice is your past
My justice
Our Justice