Best Marketers Poems
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lately i have become aware
i was wrong thinking i am just me
there are lines above my head, a pair
someone's controlling me for a fee
the marketers with their advertising machines
run us all, apparently and do so continually
they do so on walls or surfaces using screens
everything we think is fed to us intentionally
no matter what your cause is it's them pulling the strings
wether you are for or against or anywhere in between
they write all of the scripts and the conflict that it brings
if you like oil, the cash it makes or chose to be green
trust me you're their puppet your speaking from their script
it has been ingrained in your brain since your first day
give them a child 'till he's five he's theirs he's been snipped
even at the park - slide, swing or climb it's their way
not you! right?somehow they missed your unique behind
you're wrong they got you too, always no matter where you sit
no one escapes the adjustment made to their mind
the world is a stage and we merely the puppets on it
26~12~2014
Sponsor: John lawless
Contest Name: PUPPETS
Steve Jobs, Apple’s Core
By Rick Rucker
I heard it, while driving home today,
I started crying, I shouted “No Way!”
The man that changed the World of Today,
Lost his battle, He has gone away,
He made the World of Tech very cool,
And other marketers, appear the fool,
I carry with me a smart phone,
And I am not alone,
A telephone of Today,
It is my computer, when I am Away,
I can check my stocks,
It even plays music that Rocks,
And, with just a tap,
I can buy another “app,’
He designed the iPad,
The best computer that some have had,
He managed the design of the Mac,
It changed our World to Technicolor, from Black!
I am an artist, so you know,
That for graphics, it was where I had to go,
With a PC, a troubled course I had to find,
My Mac just seems to read my Mind,
Steve saw the World in a different Way,
In 1984, he freed the World from Gray!
They said that Steve was tough,
Those that crossed him found it rough,
Despite their heartfelt pleas,
He brought Mickey Mouse, and his minions, to their knees!
Because he would not bend,
They saw themselves at The End,
In what seemed quite a shock,
They gave Steve almost all their stock,
All he had to give?
His animation, that let them live!
The World grew a little colder today,
Because Steve Jobs went away,
His company still carries the same name,
But, it was him that brought it fame,
And, I might say more,
Steve Jobs was Apple’s Core!
On the first day of Chanukah
my true love sent to me
A Zionist in a pear tree
On the second of Chanukah
y true love sent to me
Two free- marketers
and a Zionist in a pear - tree
On the third day of Chanukah
my true love sent to me
Three democratic socialists
Two free - marketers
and a Zionist in a pear tree
On the fourth day of Chanukah
my true love sent to me
Four moderate democrats
Three Democratic Socialist
Two free - marketers
And a Zionist in a pear tree
On the fifth day of Chanukah
my true love sent to me
five Republican operatives
Four moderate democrats
Three Democratic Socialist
Two Free Marketers
And a Zionist in a pear tree
On the sixth day of Chanukah
My true love sent to me
Six ultra - liberals
Five Republican operatives
Four moderate Democrats
Three Democratic Socialist
Two free-marketers
And a Zionist in a pear tree
On the seventh day of Chanukah
My true love sent to me
7 Independents
6 ultra -liberals
Five Republican operatives
Four moderate Democrats
Three Democratic Socialist
Two free marketers
And a Zionist in a pear tree
On the eighth day of
My true love sent to me
8 Free Thinkers
7 Independents
6 Ultra Liberals
Five Republican operatives
Four Moderate Democrats
Two free marketers
And a Zionist in a pear tree
The nation in question is a world largest oil exporter
It citizens is be deprived of what she has
Involuntarily long queues from night
In petrol stations till dawn outside the same stations
Makes the danfo drivers angry and happy with price hike
Who will be sorry for the stranded commuters
Is it the profitless street sellers
Or the red hotted conductors?
You then see a divided country
Each citizen angry with and harmless to the government
Frustrated citizens walk miles to chase Molues
No one cares for the other the aim is to get home
Though some do, the poor ones.
Who says it only touches the proletariat
Even the rich are touchable
You will see big fat men exercising in their cars
Suffering from the traffic jam created at the stations.
Who will condole with the cying lady
That cannot manouvre due to her twisted hand
And clucth ridden legs?
A country were urchins
Take to the streets as black marketers
The hoarding stations having collaborated
With them sell the gold four times its price
All moneyed men will buy from the law breakers
The owners says it is due to vandalism
What a suitable lie
For it is likely that the political skirmishes
Has reined on the innocent citizens
Even our eight year leader
Will not address us on the issue
Who says it this is not a dividend?
I say it is.
CORRUPTION
Mostly the least developed countries
People are living under the shadow of corruption
Under the banner of corrupt leaders, government employees,
Businessman, black marketers, middle man
Blooming their vault
Which became epidemic with the society
By this the general people became poorer day by day
And became hard to maintain daily life
Handful people became elite people from the corruption
Day by day became rich
And corrupt people and their family, relatives
Enjoying high life with the available facilities
Without the investment of money or properties
General people don’t have courage to speak on corruption
And corrupted people
Due to not having proper food and cloth
No one is ready to speak against corruption
Eventhough, Government became dumb, deaf and blind
On corruption
Shame to the government and concerned agencies
On not sound and making harsh law
The day will come to end their corrupt life
By the general people’s power
Last but not least
Thanks to the engineer of corruption
11 December 2017
Flower girls are good marketers
Innately cusping midnight dreams-
Planets poised for passion
Elections
One party is discussing with the Marketers, Public Relations Team about the Propaganda with the Advertisement Director
-Dr what do you think?
- Dr
- Fantastic
-It is really good Dr
-Awesome
(So I can see You are satisfied!)
-Yes Dr
(please don't call me Dr)
Ok Dr,
(-Please.)
- A good investment,
The creative team are in other room listening () talking to each other and laughing loud
A good investment- one says- I am really a Doctor and even so I don't get a single dime
-None of us get Doc
Outside There's an Healthcare Protest
"Give Us Our Money, Gives Us Our Jobs, We Do Not Work For Free"
Journalists are doing their jobs with protest signs
- Isn't good to work for pleasure!? -
202 syllables 130 words 756 Characters-sorry-
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An ad campaign for many years
To sell Dos Equis beer
Employed a pitchman, who has now
Appeared to disappear.
They called him “The most interesting
Man in all the world,”
But now he’s been laid off and rumors
Naturally have swirled.
The truth, of course, is no surprise –
They’ve kicked him off the stage
For reasons very Hollywood –
In other words, his age.
The actor, in his seventies,
Has quickly been replaced
By someone forty-one, whose youth
The marketers embraced.
I guess you can’t be interesting
When your years advance,
So if offered a Dos Equis now,
I’d smile and say, “Fat chance!”
11/10/10
How can people think of children
as a commodity that they can buy or sell.
These are the people that should rot in hell.
There are women who get pregnant to make a living
They feel they have nothing in their lives worth giving.
Then here come the marketers-that with
Others their information they’ll share.
They find out from buyers what they want
In a child, and if they want it quick
Or can they wait a while.
If they want any child they can
Supply on on the spot.
Any particulars will take a little longer
And the price becomes harder and the
Search becomes stronger.
These marketeers have an underground
World Wide Web- supply and demand
Stays in their head.
These children are just figures on a tally sheet
The money they make, just can’t be beat.
Some children may find a good home
And possibly a good life- but the majority
Of them become sacrificed.
Put into slavery and prostitution at a very young age
Some are even locked up like animals in a cage.
No love, no schooling and very little to eat
A found dirty candy bar, is a fantastic treat.
Now starts another vicious cycle of this unending chain
Older kids preying upon younger children- just to survive.
This is the truth my friend- this is no lie.
Will any of these children be saved?
I don’t know ! But we’ll take it day by day
Victoria’s Secret Well Kept
By Elton Camp
Those pictures of sexy lingerie
Women is intended to betray
Come buy here and look like this
They imply to each passing miss
Women like those are very rare
It’s why their pictures are there
Women’s fantasies to inspire
Marketers never seem to tire
To look that sexy and cute
It puts women into pursuit
Real women whom men admire
Don’t need such garb to inspire
There’s no need to look divine
Ordinary appearance is just fine
Men look, but don’t highly rate
Such a wife would intimidate
If my wife looked like that dame
She might be hunting another name
A regular wife will surely do
For I’m ordinary looking too
Evangelical fundamentalists,
whether Christian or Islamic or Zionist or Atheist or...
turn away from gospel culture and culturally contextualized scripture
inspired by a God/dess of liberal multicultural divine love,
synergy,
regeneration,
grace,
gratitude for and of secular/sacred
nature/spirit bilateral integrity.
Evangelical chauvinists
would return back into Elite color-blind
egocentric
competitive monocultural self-promotion--
a viral xenophobic cult
nihilistically expired
by an anti-historical Negative Thunder God
of jealous retribution,
anthrocentric self-righteous violence,
punishing judgment against multiculture-loving self with elder others,
isolating evolutions
heading toward a decomposing chaotic PlanetEarth anger and fear
fascist dark-rapture hate-mongering
burning and ballistic climates
of pathological hell's eternal violently punishing capital-infested
not so Great GreyScale Devolution.
Because orthodox sacred theology
is more love-consistent with basic secular ecological interdependence,
we would be healthier graced
to exercise more conservative recycling passions
about what we PositivEnergy multiculturally hope for,
have more liberating faith in,
love with lavish green liberally nutritious integrity
more than stuck in greyscale shades of redblooded nationalism
Exegetical extract and hoard ecopolitics
of monoculturally bloated and addictive mendacity.
Evangelical cooperative Earth-ownership democrats
would turn toward GreenGospel MultiCultures
and historically informed Wisdom Literature
co-arising divinely inspired orthodox Love scripture
and DNA secular/sacred health inscription,
climate nurturing love,
synergetic wealth,
graced integrity.
A God/dess of infinite Love
could not support monocultural chauvinism.
S/he leaves that SuperElite agenda
for the wrong Fear and Anger secularists,
mendacious Hate marketers,
paranoid patriarchal reductivists.
Hey, little man ...
yeah, you with the big head
Napoleonic complexion
got your face turning so red
People say you got a big mouth,
that you talk a real giant-size game
But my homies say, you’re a shrimp baller,
whose short of stature with a light frame
And if things don’t bounce your way,
you just simply squawk and squeal
Little piggies tend to oink a lot,
when bacon is gonna be the next meal
Big Mac
Big Wheel
Big Boy
Marketers don’t do small,
Munchkins can’t sell tall
Little man are you listening ...
yeah, you with the big feet
Come get your feelings stepped on,
Mama Smurf is sitting in your seat
Hey, little man ...
when will you get your proper respect?
Butt of another joke again,
big laughs is ‘bout as large as you gon get
Hey, little man ...
yeah, you with the big head
Napoleonic complexion
got your face turning so red
People say you got a big mouth,
that you talk a real giant-size game
But my homies say, you’re a shrimp baller,
whose short of stature with a light frame
And if things don’t bounce your way,
you just simply squawk and squeal
Little piggies tend to oink a lot,
when bacon is gonna be the next meal
Big Mac
Big Wheel
Big Boy
Marketers don’t do small,
Munchkins can’t sell tall
Little man are you listening ...
yeah, you with the big feet
Come get your feelings stepped on,
Mama Smurf is sitting in your seat
Hey, little man ...
when will you get your proper respect?
Butt of another joke again,
big laughs is ‘bout as large as you gon get
acoustic guitar in his hands
with hair falling down or
shoegazing with tight black jeans or
black leather, his
bulge showing,
thick, long,
like a python growing &
slinking down his inner thigh
&
sweat rolling down or
perhaps the oil that gets sprayed on
him by the cronies trying to market him
like PEZ,
straddling his Les Paul
like it was an eager Friday night groupie or
riding his Fender as if he thought it was his
last night before a 10 year stint &
her heart beats like a Labor Day parade drum
roll, eyes wide like she’s been chomping on
black beauties (as if they were M & M’s)
all early morn,
nipples hard, moist down below, vein pumping
in her neck with the need to
grind out her own satisfaction---
so she worships at the alter of the man &
another ticket’s been sold.
strutting in tight jeans that hug the curves or
tight lycra, tight mini skirt, tight
anything
that pulls right up, leaving nothing to the
imagination, with
breasts heaving,
hips swaying,
coated in oil (showered on her by the PEZ
marketers),
lips dripping lip gloss &
a Lez Paul between her legs,
or a microphone gripped tight in her hands
bringing it up to her mouth,
she stares back at him with the bass
pounding into his brain---
he is sprung & hard as a rock,
vein in his neck pulsating in rhythm with
the bass,
wanting nothing more than to
consummate his craze
by climbing up on stage---
so he is devoted to her every word,
bathing in idolatry &
another ticket’s been sold.
She washed his feet and dried them with her hair
so the story goes
little man climbed a tree cause he couldn't see
or so I hear
dead man got up and walked around the room
I've been told
deathly ill woman healed by a touch of cloth
way I heard it
wedding going south saved by water into wine
I read somewhere
wild man dipped another man in the river Jordan
it came to me
flea marketers and bake sale vendors cast out
that's my story
rich man rattled the coin box when he put his in
looks that way
he spoke loud and eloquent for all to hear in awe
got his reward
young man nailed to a tree and left to die
way I hear it
three days later he's walking around town
is this possible???