Best Packaging Poems
I am bored with Poetrysoup
Premier Poetry website rekindled my poetic talent
Veterans loved my work and inspired to showcase talent
But soon got entangled in Members Contest
Contests more of mutual admiration club than talent hunt
One Premium Member placing other high on winners list
Ordinary Members often accomodated below Glory list
Poetrysoup Members Contest rules needs revision
Premium Membership based on fees not on merits and contribution
Novice at times get chance to judge veteran
And post three poems in Poetrysoup Contest tilting fair play condition
Rules need revision, Premium Membership should be criteria driven
Either based on 25 Top Ten wins or upon posting of 150 poems
Top 50 of Poetrysoup Contest should conduct contests and groom
Though bored yet good platform of poetic expression is Poetrysoup
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By Hitendra Mehta
April 2011
Placed 7th in Members Contest - I am bored with______ by Linda Marie
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P.S - Its not intended to offend the Premium Members. Few of them have
really supported me and loved my visuals and flow. The idea is to make
this platform more stronger and meritorious to groom real talent.
Winning Top Ten and accumulating marks is okay but ultimate gratification
lies in showcasing the visuals with seamless flow of theme and packaging
same in adorable poetic forms.
Ventured this caustic one hoping that it will bring about positive changes.
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A Picture Of Oneself contains not too much to tell,
Except the package showing that in which they dwell.
This is the only purpose a picture has and does,
Telling nothing about the person who is or was.
A Picture Of Oneself shows nothing that's inside.
Who is the real character that within does reside?
Are they a soul with compassion, full of empathy
Or are they all about themselves with only apathy?
How much do they care? How much do they Love?
Are they ego driven with pride derived of?
What character traits does the picture of possess,
One of integrity, virtue, along with humbleness?
Do they seek and tell the truth or do they lie?
Do they have a code of ethics they only live by?
What do they aspire for in life and/or hope to gain?
Do they care how or if it's by causing others pain?
What are they feeling, happy with joy in their heart
Or are they battling pain in their deepest, inner part?
What have they been through; what have they endured?
Have they overcome with an outlook, healthy and secured?
All the aspects of a person are left unaddressed
In a Picture Of Oneself, the real is oppressed.
The packaging is glorified, says nothing of its host;
Though appearance is deceptive, it tends to matter most.
Technology would surpass itself and be truly smart,
If there was a camera that could capture one's heart.
All the devious hearts wouldn't have invisibility
And all the hearts of beauty would shine then brilliantly.
A Picture Of Oneself may preserve one's appearance;
May be used to con others and to run interference.
But a Picture Of Oneself, nothing does it tell.
It's just a package picture, a picture of one's shell.
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2018-04-13 08:55:00 (EDT) All rights reserved.
I tried to look for Heaven
It was nowhere to be found
There were many people dying
all laying on the ground
It wasn’t just one country
The big and small ones too
The rich were getting richer
and the poor had nothing to do
Robots took all our purpose
Made cars and shoes for feet
All the factories now automated
Packaging all the food we eat
So much plastic it overwhelms us
Micro beads in the water we drink
The abyss we now can see it
Why haven’t we changed the way we think
The future used to be brighter
Instead our optimism has gone away
Predictions all spell disaster
Now we long for yesterday
So will we discover answers
Or try to go it on our own
If we look beyond our selfish
We’ll realize we must atone
So yes the future has purpose
There is much to learn and teach
When we start to Love each other
Heaven will be within our reach
I looked to the horizon
Beyond tomorrow and Yesterday
Jesus whispered to my spirit
“I offer light to light your way!”
Henceforth, I shall not choose the rose
Its wafting scent upsets my nose
Nor will I write for no one knows
The difference ‘twixt a poem and prose
As roses are the bud of choice
For lovers with a silenced voice
Delivered by a workman’s hand
In packaging now damp and bland
Hence, I’ll choose the dandelion
Sunrise colors signifyin’
The heat of passion’s rising sun
That moonlight's whisper will not shun
For roses are and so shall be
For counting coup on fools like me
Our packaging is simply wrong
To hold things in place, safe and strong
The plastic hugs tight
The cardboard you fight
To open these products takes long!
And when you are done, you will see
The thing you had purchased might be
As small as your thumb
While you face the sum
Of valueless outer debris!
Though this is just one type of waste
We could conquer this one with haste
Sell all products bare
No double-wrapped care
See tons of sales garbage erased!
You can hear the whispers of your soul as you
stand quietly in tune with a vast universe. As you
let the wind be your eyes, the birds your voice, as you
listen with your heart as you smell the bark of trees.
You are willingly exposed, naked like all life that frees
itself of packaging, you feel vegetation growing inside
and outside of your flesh. Your spirit flows with the tide.
Your roots grow down and out of the soft fertile side
of the moon. You rid yourself of the chains that bind you
to preconceived notions which somehow you knew
had never really applied to anyone or anything.
Now as vegetation you grow and you are flying
towards the timeless clouds like wisps floating.
The unbound sky calls your name as you pace
outside earth's atmosphere to become the face
of a Galaxy. Stars live on your black hide, race
the void of gravity, the void of unharnessed mass. You?
You are the void. Your intuition directs you, leads you
finally releases you of the constraints of a restricted you.
You can hear the whispers of your soul and you are you.
16~12~2014
Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle
Contest Name: Whispers Of Your Soul
John Weaver 2000 (Emily has cerebral palsy)
Her room is not the sort of room you’d quite expect to find
For a little girl whose love of life is clear
No toys or games or bats or balls, or fun things of that kind
No bicycle or skateboard will appear
But the little piece of crumpled silver paper
It's very cheerful and bright with pictures everywhere
A pump to feed her through the night and a big adapted chair
Though pretty dolls sit on the shelf and teddies on her bed
She cannot play with them herself so she holds them tight instead
And the little piece of crumpled silver paper
It was Christmas day some years ago with excitement in the air
When we opened her presents and then found
That she couldn’t play with them and it didn’t seem quite fair
That she would always be so cruelly bound
To a life without the toys that all children adore
And then we heard a new sound that meant so much more
A crackle from the little piece of crumpled silver paper
The expensive gifts didn’t matter to this special little girl
Her joy came from quite another caper
As the parcels and the packaging slowly started to unfurl
All she wanted was the silver wrapping paper
You see, she could grasp it tight to make a funny noise instead
And so it fast became a dear friend
And she holds it close beside her even when she goes to bed
And the lesson to be learned is, in the end…
Happiness is not always found in gifts so big and costly
And often simple things can bring the joy you need
Contentment is a state of mind and the choice is yours mostly
To be content with what you’ve got and with every little deed
Or, to always be in want and never satisfied
And so for me the real belief will never taper
That the truth of life is clear and very closely tied
To the little piece of crumpled silver paper.
This is nothing similar to a fairytale
Grossly not the packaging of an unwanted mail
Nothing close to a Kafkaesque display
It is FACT!!! On the head I hit the nail
If you're looking for heroes, don't go that far
You might wonder where in the world they are
We are the gratified ones, we've made the par
Look around, you got the super-duper star
Could superman overpower the masters on poetry side
Nor flash run extraordinarily fast in his mind
Ben 10 transform his feelings into written lines
And hulk evolve as poetry's mastermind?
You know the answers if you're not gazing for 'amateur'
We are supersonic... We are not caricatures
We are superiority... We re not immatures
We are superheroes... The best among living creatures
Go back and resurrect that dead pen of yours
Open your book and ink down your elevated thoughts
Speak your mind, Open your heart, don't give up
We were born to do this, We were born to rule the WORLD
Go and reclaim Glory!!!
WE ARE THE SUPERHEROES THEY AINT SEEN YET
ODE TO PETROLEUM
I
In the past coal reigns without any challenges,
But now,the modern glory is petroleum-a toothful fact,
Found juxtapose with natural gas
Formed from dead remains of marine plants and animals,
Thick and viscous,dark and real~the black Gold
To be refined and distillated to perform better,
No matter your class,you cannot ignore him,
A source of power,power to move and glow,
which makes the economy to flow.
II
You are so unique,Many countries struggle to possess,
For your energy supply is immense,
Your selling price controls the world`s economy,
A wonderful dream for the Persian gulf,
Fuel is needed by the mighty to foster his strength,
Lose control and become toothless,
Nations rising against Nations to have a taste,
You are sweeter than honey,better than milk,
Ye!,A great relieve to man.
III
You gave birth to plasticos..,
which is classic-whether thermoset or thermoplast,
packaging is better,finishing is splendid,
anti-bacteria,anti-corrosive and heat-resistant,
putting smiles on the faces of many actors,
Engineers are elated and their skills showcased,
Imagine a universe without automobiles and plastics,I mean YOU!
...Alternatives are being sought but yet,None.
Petroleum the energy savior;Kudos to you.
SELF HELP POEM
Self help Poem: It started off with one-
I was really startled by the potency
I was overwhelmed by it -
It seemed to disappear faster than
I could afford to be without it.
I wanted it to last longer,I upped it by two.
That burst of euphoria traveling faster than
the time it took to think it.
I mean before I could mellow
out and write a whole poem,
I had already required three;
Three in my mouth same time-
melting on my tongue dispersing
flavorful burst of peppermint
"Mentos" it was like a big distraction --
I couldn't write for long-
Not knowing if this would be
the last bursting sensation
I would experience for tonight.
I am down to one pack. My fingers are
clawing open the packaging, there is only
one left deep down.-
I am terrified, It's is so good,
My mouth is making my brain jealous.
I cram in the Last one.,
a poem comes - I can't concentrate.
Mentos excites my attitude.
I want to thank them;
Them who dumps pure exotic
peppermint oil into a candy that
is so sooo chewy and sweet,
Inducing erotic feelings and fear...
Mentos I can not get enough of you,
two packs down and I
sit praying for the will-power
not to suck another Mentos tonight.
Ok the Mentos, in my mouth is almost dissolved;
I am looking at the last package... I am scared
Love
I see it piled sky high on the supermarket shelves
Perfect pink packaging containing calorific chocolates and cute cuddly toys,
seductive scents or sexy silk underwear
Slushy Valentine’s cards with ridiculous romantic rhymes
Stick on a cardboard heart and it's not just the vendor who is smiling!
A sea of red roses that stretches as far as the eye can see
Notice how the prices inflate higher than a helium 'I Love You' balloon
Yet on 15th February everything will be half price
Is this the price of true love or am I just a cynic?
Valentine Shmalentine Contest
Sponsored by Nicola Byrne
01~20~17
The mountain breeze,
Frozen fractals, heavy clouds,
The hardened rocks, plains, valleys,
rivers, oceans, seas,
highlands, lowlands, grasslands, river basins, vegetations, rainforest,
birds, trees, animals, insects...
All these I know
But,
The big strange bird with stiff wings flying in one direction in the sky,
The mechanical four moving wheels with people squeezed inside I don't
See people; flesh and blood with funny clothing, shamelessly half-naked
See their suspended floors, it's imaginably soft
See the box which changes the weather and makes it cold
See those three things on the wooden sky continuously chasing one another; I get drowsy trying to understand them
See! They seem to love boxes; another box with people trapped inside and no single body bodies to rescue them
I'll reach now and save them.
What a shame! They are held in another world; they can't be saved
See their furry clothes feels funny when I wear them
Their women are dressed as masquerades
See two people licking lips
See! That round thing spits fire
See, their young ones are locked inside a barricaded hole, playing peacefully with strange animal-lookalikes
The blood in that contained tastes sweet and fine
Now look! That thing does whatever I do; it's shiny and bright
What an abomination now?
They drink water from a suspended river
See that long hole destroys nature's vegetable without care; behold how red and watery it's become now
Look how they eat vegetables like my goats and piece the fowl with their evil spears
What utter madness do they live in?
They spend time packaging something only to destroy its beauty and eat it
Yet they gaze upon me like I'm the mad person here!
K is the kisses you put on my lips.
A is the adoration I once held for you.
I is the ice you put in my heart when I found out.
T is the time I spent trying to forget.
L is the love I long for after what you did.
Y is you. Forever a part of me because
N is now. Who I am today.
How I've grown and how I've changed.
Some people are a gift.
You are a gift in pretty packaging.
You are a lesson
That changed me forever.
Vaping Ain’t Worth The Risks
To vape or not to vape, perhaps say the venerated Shakespeare …
If only he were alive this day , he might also got to make a choice…
Back in his Victorian times, it was probably just tobacco and pipes …
What is obvious is this human weakness is still spread far and wide..
There are those who smoke, merrily they puff away..
Nary a worry at all what others might do or say…
It is their smokers’ rights, they puff in reply…
Should you ever glare or glower at this lifestyle…
There are those who choose not to smoke in earnest…
These are the ones who are in awe of their conscience…
They are well aware of the many horrifying pictures…
Amply displayed on the outside of every pack of ciggies…
The cigarettes companies, giants in their chosen industry…
Well aware of the changing trends, funded research for alternatives..
E cigarettes, puff away uninhibited, it is like the real thing…
Not to worry, it is healthy, it can be nicotine free…
Decades later, today we see this boom in e cigarettes….
Only now it is repackaged to sound more appealing…
Vape gadgets, sophisticated little electronic gadgets..
And a multitude of different flavours to fit all kind of budgets…
Hear ye, hear all, this is the latest smoking fad in the market..
No, my dear brethren, it is no longer smoking, that’s so passe..
Welcome to vaping, it is chic and it is cool, what’s your flavour…
No it is safe, in Malaysia, there is no regulatory restrictions whatsoever…
Pray, to those who do worry what they puff in before they exhale..
Kindly go through the articles below and pray, be firm and say nay…
Smoking or vaping, it is just the same evil in different packaging…
Stay healthy, live free and easy, and enjoy life by not doing vaping….
http://www.thestar.com.my/news/world/2015/12/09/ecigarettes-contain-dangerous-popcorn-lung-chemicals/
http://www.star2.com/health/wellness/2015/12/05/your-e-cigarette-may-have-cell-destroying-molecules/
http://www.star2.com/family/children/2015/12/09/boost-your-childs-heart-health-start-them-on-sports-early/
Food packaging was once simple.
Ketchup came in a glass bottle
with a small cap that you unscrew.
Now we have plastic package new.
Man’s cleverness comes to the fore
to give ketchup a novel pour.
What clever gadgets we are sold
but there are details we’re not told.
Just the right squeeze is critical
from plastic bottle flexible.
Now if it’s straight out of the fridge
you must squeeze hard to get a squidge.
Then it should be allowed to breathe,
inhaling just from underneath.
But if you overlook this part
the next squeeze with a splat will start
and all around receive a share
as bright red splatters everywhere.
So next time with plastic ketchup
give it breathing time to catch up.