Best New Information Poems
There’s a thing called Corona that’s going around,
and the yakety-yak of it’s bringing folks down,
for it’s not like some circus that’s coming to town!
If you turn on your telly, you’ll probably hear
lots of news shows predicting this virus is near,
and the airports stand empty from everyone’s fear.
Just a week ago one of my friends only paid
twenty dollars for a standard flight that he made.
I say THAT’S taking lemons to make lemonade!
I'd say hop on a plane for perhaps a low fee;
now however, that's nixed by new rules that I see.
Just take walks with your dog or stay in for your safety
Perhaps you'll go out. Put a mask on your face!
and a handiwipe's great so that you can erase
pesky germs that are lurking in every space.
While your neighbors are running like crazy to buy
extra paper for wiping their precious behinds,
go to Amazon. There a bidet you can find!
Everything is now closed. If it's not far away,
pay a visit to Mom (if allowed). and l say
try to think of your lockdown as some fun "stay-cay!"
Whatever you do, please stop buying Purell.
Leave that stuff for the folks who are truly unwell,
and please leave on the shelves toilet paper for sale!
Yes, a person could die, but folks die from the flu!
Just eat healthy, be cautious; that’s all you can do.
It is not the Black Plague that is coming for you!
Odds of dying from it - I believe - aren't THAT bad.
Many many events are now cancelled; it’s sad.
But have faith it will pass, like the Saggy Pants fad!
March 13, 2020
For Nina Parmenter's A Rattling Rhyme 2 Poetry Contest
Re-entering contest because in light of new information I have learned since writing this poem, I felt the need to make major changes to some of my lines.
It is said that when she was alive
Marilyn Monroe wore Chanel Number five
Yet in death there is doubt
New information has now come out
She ordered 6 bottles of Floris Rose Geranium Scent
For Floris to find this in their records was heaven sent
It was delivered to her hotel when recording ‘Some Like It Hot’
Was this really her favourite scent or not?
10~11~14
Contest: the Scent of Your Soul
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Too much of it
has a tendency
to produce P. A. S.*
Once you know everything,
there’s no excitement
to be had
in any direction.
Learning something new
is exhilarating,
pops my cork.
An invigorating day happens
when I can write
new information
on the R. A. M.**
of my brain.
Oh, how I pity those
who simply have
nothing else to learn.
*Pompous A_ _ Syndrome
** Random Access Memory
© cfa 11/10/2015
Hard to tell with the movies these days
What's real and really what's not
It's totally amazing what they now can do
Yesteryear it was always the plot
For old guys like me it's hard keeping up
Changes are happening so rapidly
Thankfully though, my guru-like son
Helps me and quite happily
My brain used to suck up new information
With the power of a Hoover vacuum
Now I need strength and intestinal fortitude
Just for my trips to the bathroom
Where is it leading, technology I mean
Electricity will be driving our cars
Gasoline will soon be a thing of the past
We'll make regular trips to Mars
Really kinda happy I won't be around
My old fashioned brain might explode
Pretty damn sure my out of date cranium
Eventually will read “overload”
© Jack Ellison 2015<>
I am a self-confident sort of person
Very aware of what I know for sure,
A strong proponent of truth-telling
Separating out the obvious manure.
Considering various points of view
Trying to arrive at fair conclusions,
I am willing to debate with anyone
Oft coming away with contusions.
I really don’t care for know-it-alls
Who think they have all the answers,
Contradicting to foment an argument
To me, they’re like noisy cancers.
I’ve learned it is better to listen
And learn from those who know
Than to speak up and be wrong,
And let my gross ignorance show.
If I’m quiet, I’m listening to you
I’m interested in the facts you lay out,
And I’m soaking up new information
So, the next time I’ll have my spout.
Written October 7, 2022
I’ll love you, precious, I’ll love you
Till the Atlantic and Indian oceans kiss,
And the wind jumps over the mountain
And the laughing kookaburra sing at the shores,
I’ll love you for all you are yet to be.
I’ll love you, honey, I’ll love you
Till the waves washed wistfully against the shores
And mountains swallowed by the heavy clouds
And the stars danced around the night sky
I’ll love you with all my heart and soul.
I’ll love you, angel, I’ll love you
Till the hands on the clock have outrun me
And the warm sea breeze caressed my cheek like a loving hand
And the fragrance of spring flowers make me joyful
I’ll love you till I ran out of stars.
I’ll love you, gorgeous, I’ll love you
Till the redbreast whistles from a garden-croft
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn
I’ll love you till the last breath leaves your body or mine.
I’ll love you, sunshine, I’ll love you
Till the dark days of autumn rain
And the fish blood running through the parking lot
And the bees are buzzing in the gardens.
I’ll love you till I become dust in the wind
I’ll love you, sweetheart, I’ll love you
Till the opportunity to see you knocked at my door
And my head is spinning from all the new information
And living my life in chains of love
I’ll love you till I day I die,
I’ll love you, loverpie, I’ll love you
Till the sun played hide and seek with the clouds
And the sun greeted me this morning.
And the sky full of dancing stars.
I’ll love you till the day I can no longer stand
I look forward to logging in to my Facebook and searching Google.
I think about how I will find new information on Facebook, especially recipes for the holidays, or inspiring quotes and sayings. The groups are fun to join on Facebook and I like looking at comments.
Google is great too. I really have to think about what I'm going to search. Usually, I try to search for something I'm all ready interested in.
I can't believe all the recipes I found on Facebook blogs by just clicking on a Like page about food.
Google is very easy to search and have fun with.
Hard to tell with the movies these days
What's real and really what's not
It's totally amazing what they now can do
Yesteryear it was always the plot
For old guys like me it's hard keeping up
Changes are happening so rapidly
Thankfully though, my guru-like son
Helps me and quite happily
My brain's used to suck up new information
With the power of a Hoover vacuum
Now I need strength and intestinal fortitude
Just for my trips to the bathroom
Where is it leading, technology I mean
Electricity will be driving our cars
Gasoline will soon be a thing of the past
We'll make regular trips to Mars
Really kinda happy I won't be around
My old fashioned brain might explode
Pretty damn sure my out of date cranium
Eventually will read “overload”
Loud noises
Coming from every side
Whispers going throughout the class
The walls are white
No body to talk to
Hearing people talk about you
Don’t turn your head
Just keep looking forward
Its too late
They know you heard them
There goes another person
Into there little group
Feeding them new information
Rumors that aren't even true
I did NOT go to an insane asylum
I did NOT get arrested
Why are you saying these things
Don’t you know I have feelings to
My heart starts to break
A tear forming in my eye
Come on clock hurry up
Turn the time when I get out of this place
I am in this emotional state of GLADNESS
Because i have grown.
I have grown so much and still have so
Much more to grow.
Who ever thinks that he has reached his growth limit really
Does not know the true situation of human existance and
UNDERSTANDING
We should all attempt to grow to our own individual
Capacities, and possibly beyond. Ok, there is a a CHRONIC INFLUX of knowledge
Which enthralls us all. Originating around the globe.
It is nearly insurmountable.
With gains and LOSES WE ARE PROS. We should know.
When we as humans, think that we have won.
I say "NO". We are in the MID DRIFT.
A different type of UNDERSTANDING.
We have ULTIMATELY discovered a new theme, a new
Encouragement and been seared by multiple ideologies.
There exist new information every time you BLINK,
You might have already missed a key component, but we have all
Been enhanced by the expanse .....of KNOWLEDGE.
We must put our ear to the DOOR.
NOW TELL ME WHAT IT TAKES TO BE A HUMAN BEING.
i'm GLAD BECAUSE I THINK I'M A HUMAN BEING.
One day a petulant pomegranate was racing around, hardly listening anymore tho the pips inside. But the pips inside were full and bursting with wisdom ready to impart upon other passing fruits and veg. But not meat. That was already dead really so no new information or education could be instructed. And it bounced and bounced and bounced like a little raging ball of energy. Impartiality impregnates improper introductory informative infer. And so the dust cart laughed. And laughed. Laughed so hard that the land was smothered in dust and flakes and water vapours poured from the eyes of a small white cherry bun.
And certainly the end format is the given fragrance.
Isometrics
Z in quilts
Hunter
magical sword
sword that drip's animal's blood
night's dark sky glowing nebula
ancient light we now see
Thanks Nette Onclaud
Contest: Pen a Pensee
New contest, new information
Written by:Sara Kendrick
July 4, 2012
January is a cold time, and snow falls.
The air is thin, and the snowman stalls.
New Years' Day is fun,
Traditions for everyone.
February, the time of love.
You're pretty, be mine, m' lady?
Valentines' is very sweet.
The time where new meet.
March, the air begins to warm,
Maybe we'll have a little storm?
St. Patrick's Day, the time of green.
Unlucky, you hit the door screen.
April, the showers,
Will bring beautiful flowers.
Easter, the time of rebirth and nice smell,
Find the eggs, and treat others well.
May, the coming of flowers,
After April's sad showers.
The air is nice and growing hot,
This is a good time, I love it a lot.
June, a new summer, begin,
Many birds fly, songs to sing.
The water is full,
Staying inside is just dull!
July, full of noise and festival,
Fireworks shooting colors for all.
Booming loudly in the sky,
Whistling loudly as they fly.
August, the air is cooling down,
The summer is gone, "Hey, don't frown!"
Leaves begin to change,
The air is full of scent, so strange.
September, something new will come,
Schooling, how boring, how dumb.
"When will this end?!"
New information it will send.
October, it's the time to scare,
Lots of costumes, earning my stare.
All the sweets and thoughts of fear flow,
Jumping out at you, MEOW!
November, the leaves falling around,
Golden, red and yellow things to the ground.
Thanksgiving, the time deserves it's name,
People are kind, treating each other the same.
December, it's much too cold,
New items here are sold.
Christmas, such a fun, jolly time,
Singing a happy, funny rhyme.
The months are continuing on,
Each with the rising dawn!
the seepage into the matrix of the bone
the saturation of the nerves
the brain sweat
the dreams of static - caught between channels
then
the compatibility of the senses
the easy talk
the soft afternoons
the ease of knowing you are loved
the myriad that comes with all this
the dreams of being a sensitive monkey
then
the questions
the invariables start cropping up
the new information - not so new
the seeds of doubt begin to germinate ... slowly
so
work on the faith that she won't stalk you
pray she doesn't show up to the place of your employment
now off meds for 2 weeks
and came by
just to start an argument
in front of everyone
behaving like a wolverine-attorney
with claws and vicious remarks
then
the idea that this should never occur-
we need to dream with vigorous salt and vinegar
because dreaming makes things happen
the bone becomes less brittle
the nerves settle
the brain sings again
the best things are always half off
you have to work a little harder to take off the rest
love feeds an insatiable fire
a big orange caldron of hot swirling clouds of Jupiter's atmosphere persuasion
the feral nature of instant sex
sometimes ...
in a somnabolist's daydream
personally, it means too much
to me
the touch and go
of our new synapsis
and
where does the new horizon
exist?
well, it must be in some undiscovered
dimension
that we, as humans, are trying to
crack into
so the general ideal is to
satiate the senses
in a faith that some brand of people
that don't do this
will come out of the woodwork
and suprise us
with new information
about the fact that
we all love switching
and swinging
from the rooftops
as well as the underneath
there's no wrong
but there are too many
persons
to dissuade us from the beginning
the big bang
we move like carbon
so someday
i may be a werewolf to some
but i am just a reader of life
in other circumstances
sent by the masses
because it's always
the one
you need
you already know,
what needing means
when no one matches
your soul and
your style
oh...
so,
the search continues
top to bottom
side to sideways
right angles to oblique
hidden to waking from dreams
finally resting
on a place that shoots
from our non-need to be dead
before we
lay down with the dust and atoms
we collected
all along the way
my atoms are moving and
beautiful
just a bit analyzing
i know
but this is certain-
we didn't come this far to fail
...
the plants will live
the dogs/cats
will live
and, by the way,
we will live
too
i smile today
because i live
so do you
... the search continues