Best Printers Poems
Light, defined as electromagnet,
radiation; photon particles
Natural visible light: with intensity, and frequency
Light wavelength spectrum / polarization propagation
People pleasure and preen at the beach with sunny sun tanning
Sunlight illuminates Mountain trails for bicycling and trekking
Sunsets have lavender with orange bright beams extending
Solar sunrays light a day of picnic park fun with joyful frolicking
Some of the light spectrum is radio, white light, ultraviolet and x-rays
Infrared is only heat visible and gamma-rays are the most powerful
Small lasers are used in disk drives, printers, and fiber-optics
Fiber-optic networks is light fast digital information system
TV plasma, liquid crystal displays, LEDs light-emitting diodes gives visuals
These assist our everyday visual optic neural perceptions
Cars have headlights and ships use fog-lights
Light-towers have flood-lights and we use handy flashlights
Tesla and Edison partook in the light bulb’s invention
Lewis Latimer and Joseph Nichol invented its carbon filament
This did dispel much of the world’s nighttime darkness
Lightning lights reveal a charge of the negative and positive
Colors of violet, blue, green, yellow, orange, red: are in white light
Some colors viewed when seeing a rainbow over a dewy meadow
What can be possibly seen at the other end of a rainbow
This but to note God’s faithful abatement covenant
Starlight is continually being reflected and refracted
Earth and the Heavens is lit up by starry Star Lights
Great Stars round and renowned, in balance and equilibrium
They are fiery fireballs very luminous and bright
Stars dispersing their photon particles at light speed
"Light speed, “299,792,458 meters per second"
Light, is a part of the equation “E=MC squared”
“Energy,” not made, nor annihilated, yet always in flux
"Natures life sustaining and revealing light, "Light Particle"
Categories:
printers, fire, life, light, nature,
Form:
Free verse
If there were no poetry
Here’s what I think –
The world would flow over
With rivers of…that stuff you put
in pens and printers.
If poetry somehow
Did cease to exist
The thoughts of all rhymers
Would surely be…just floating around
in the air with no place to go.
If poems weren’t written
I haven’t a clue
About how I’d express
What I’m feeling…does anyone?
Categories:
printers, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Wait until the sun sets
over the distant hill,
Water then the flowers
on the far window sill.
Turning down the curtain
that will keep out the night,
One can sit in silence
with the words yet to write.
One more cup of coffee,
another page has come;
Bad guys are now standing
at the end of a gun.
Only two more chapters
are currently in plan,
Then off to the printers,
the next writing at hand.
One day he will retire
to a mountain retreat;
No more the endless days,
no more nights without sleep.
Might just take up fishing
down at the river's bend,
Enjoying the quiet
so far from the pretend.
He knows they'll come looking,
seems they always want more;
Yet no one understands
when pleasure turns to chore.
Through the riches hard earned
he's lost more than he's won;
Weariness has taken toll
and this author's now done.
Categories:
printers, stress,
Form:
Rhyme
Throw it over the second floor
Or better yet bathe it
Since it never seem to.
Kicking doesn’t help
Or talking either
Everybody just thinks me crazy.
I’ve thought of starving it
No paper, No work
We’ll see who’s smiling now.
Oh wait for a sec,
Do printers eat Ink or paper?
This machine irks me
So before I kill it
I wonder,
How much jail time
Do I have to do
For killing one Stupid Printer?
Categories:
printers, funny,
Form:
Free verse
The Printer takes our written words and with a little ink,
He tells the world in black and white what we all think,
He may serve for finances or business of his own,
With Soho notes and member cards of where to write or phone.
But one or the other, his importance is supreme,
Because his craft is needed in promoting every gym,
His letters spell the words we mean or hide the ones we think,
Whenever we speak in terms of the Soho printers ink.
Categories:
printers, beauty, career, devotion, write,
Form:
Verse
My trade is printing
commercial web-press printing
Printing is an art
A difficult art
It takes an age of learning
to master this form
Printers are painters
yet we do not use brushes
We paint with machines
And do not use paint
but ink to produce precise
graphic images
We follow Franklin
who wrote a poem for us
(His proud Epitaph)
I refer here to older web printing presses which I used to operate. Of course, today's presses are completely automated. Most of today's press operators would be clueless on the ones I ran. Today, printing is not an art, but a lost art...
By: tryerson
motif: Historical
Categories:
printers, art,
Form:
Senryu
It seems that man can never comprehend
The carnal thrust of lust we all must trust;
As human minds design no plan to end
Carnality 'till man converts to dust.
When facets of our lives are added new,
Atop existing layers of the truth,
Environments of learning do renew
The curious intensity of youth.
We are allotted exploitation needs
Of broadened exploration, to negate
Hyperbole and altered truth, that bleeds
Intolerance resplendent in its hate.
But time can lead a child inside deceit
Perpetuating common fallacies
Supported by revisionist conceit
Transparent in their false realities.
Revise, revise the facts you little whores
Enjoy the crime of falsifying past
And make it easy there behind closed doors
To witness fabrications that are vast.
The neo-nazis and the Ku Klux Klan
Deny the Holocaust and all its pain.
They claim the nazi's had no final plan
And such a plan would simply be insane.
The camps became infested with disease
Another reason many prisoners died.
And academics shouting out their pleas:
"The Jews had our sweet Savior crucified. "
Today the truth revised and falsified
Comes straight from printers who with pride omit
The aboriginal great genocide
That many witnessed our own troops commit.
They state that in the scheme of things so grand,
Elimination of a race though sad,
Is something that we all should understand
But teaching it makes Anglo's very mad.
But history without integrity
Is empty exercise of false belief.
To understate the state of slavery
Will give the racist only brief relief.
The founders compromised morality
Allowing slavery to long endure.
Incomprehensible duality?
Just keep the facts wrapped up and children pure.
For us to live and thrive if not survive
We must admit the errors first and last;
If not we find inside our final dive -
Oblivion of splintered fragments past!
Categories:
printers, slavery, integrity,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
When you attend a funeral
you don’t expect to laugh
But a typo by the printers
was such a glaring gaffe
An N was mistyped in a word
So ‘Mooring is broken’ looked very absurd
It’s to be played when I pass, it’s a favourite song
And I’m sure that Cat Stevens won't get the lyrics wrong!
This happened at a funeral I attended recently, in the order of service there were actually 2 mistakes made by the printers
28/7/19
Categories:
printers, funeral, words,
Form:
Rhyme
The Library was a quiet place
I’d go there twice a week
To find solitude and my own space
Where nobody would speak.
Books upon books adorned the shelves
Some were unread for years
All covered in dust with musty smells
Or tea and coffee smears.
Where I’d find me a quiet corner
Nose buried in a book
The librarian looked a scorner
Disdain with every look.
Now the library has gone online
Peace and quiet now gone
Banks of computers the new frontline
With printers added on.
And tiny tots run and scream and play
While mothers sit and smile
As everyone’s nerves begin to fray
And looks become hostile
Days are gone where silence was kept
And talk was met with “Hush”
Where you sat and read or even slept
And woke up feeling lush
Your books are now read from a tablet
Downloaded yesterday
Library no longer a magnet
At much to your dismay.
Categories:
printers, books,
Form:
Rhyme
5 o'clock
Voices all around me
first clear... slowly
the rumbling chatter
begins to fade
finally it disappears
Faint sounds of the
keyboards peck,
click-click...
rolling mice
move about each desk
these sounds too... will soon rest
Phone receivers landing,
printers jamming,
co-workers withstanding
while managers demanding...
soon... no ones left standing
As the time nears
5 o'clock... tick tock
work day is over
all work stops...
Lay
Categories:
printers, on work and working
Form:
Rhyme
This is the real world
expressed in the form of several days
worth or ghost writing.
Kowloon: The Walled City of Imagination; cosmetic dentistry;
REASONS TO STOP THUMB SUCKING;
New York's most iconic photograph; container shipping;
How are pets handled in divorce?
Medical cannabis and kids; plumbing and drainage inspections;
immigration counseling lawyer in Chicago;
Metal fabrication in Chuckey, Tenessee; How home security alarm monitoring works; How to make an HDR Photograph;
toxic torts; audiologists; plumbing and drainage inspections;
Tenth Edition, Calculus Early Transcendentals;
ISEE test preparation in los angeles;
vinyl windows in Beltsville; great printers for Mac computers;
orthopedic doctors in Herndon, Virginia;
container shipping; public adjusters in philadelphia; custom order fulfillment in Golden Valley; Minnesota; land surveys. Ghost writers know the real world better than poets.
Categories:
printers, adventure, america, business,
Form:
Free verse
Walk here with me
Along a strand of island in the sea
Let your heart drink like a leaf
From this mighty river
That shaped the world's relief
Listen to his name
Hear echoes of white colonial history
The burden of shame
Edging the teeth of fame
Chew it down to the middle bone
Feel the tension rise it
Like pimento fragrance preserving the night
Of Egyptian slime pits
And the prince denouncing privilege and place
Not so, not so here
For him who took up the cudgel of our race
The farmers boy
Built brick by brick from a builder's dream
This native scion ... out of the Maroon's citadel
This bewitching monument of St. Ann.
Ah Booker did you know
A man with bigger head for a mightier dream
From Panama to Ecuador
From Costa Rica to Brazil
Did your heart like a drum pound
Boom, boom, baba boom
When he clenched the lock of Africa's door
When every pulpit in the street
Became a university of our history
And freedom in every African child
Was Marcus Mosiah Garvey
Booker, did you see his kingdom
His black institutions
Like a galaxy dreamers could touch
His ships
On which the brothermen still wait
Like an armada sailing
From rubber baron shores
To pyramid pinnacle
They were his Icarus
And he our Daedalus
That could not shake the minotaur
But, Booker, did he not say
To look for him in the wind
So now you know why I never sleep again
His footprints are still here
Clear as the foment of nineteen thirty eight
This is where he carved his name
Not just on the printers page
But on the honor of all the age
Making us dream of civil rights
And human rights
And Rastafarian flight
And reparation for our plight
And above all he taught me
A little black face lover of his fight
Never to bow
My mind to the whore's tradition
Never to yield my soul
For I am a nobler structure that my rank here
I am the prince they striped bare
The Moses that have not see my red sea yet
The child still
Enthralled with the splendor of every sunset
Categories:
printers, history, peopleheart, heart,
Form:
Free verse
DOYLESTOWN WALK
She walks amid our dream of brick and stone
dreamt yesterday, then made for time to share,
the spirit of our past, she walks alone,
but she will touch your hand if you are there.
Past cobbler's dens, and Printers Alleyway,
down by The Tannery, the five and dime,
and bakers who arose before the day,
she's known them all, through pages of our time.
And she can sing you dreams from songs forgot;
they made our nation cling to unity;
in lessons sweet, in times where we had not
enough of blood who made our dream to be.
She walks, she is our dream of Liberty,
to welcome those who died to keep us free.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Categories:
printers, absence, farewell, freedom, future,
Form:
Sonnet
The teachers are teaching,
The principal- preaching.
The halls buzz with whispers,
The gym with bag zippers.
The children are sleeping- in the middle of class,
Hoping the day will breeze by real fast.
The printers are hummin',
The homework keeps comin'!
The clocks ticks by slow,
We all gotta go...
The lectures wont end,
Nobody's listening- it's just pretend!
The final bell sounds- cheers all around,
And at last the day has found its bound.
Categories:
printers, scary, school,
Form:
Rhyme
I can only dream of what it is like to live in the city....
Its clear there you can see people's greed or pity.
Families,Couples or Singles....
Tall tales are told out of printers.
And the cold street air must cause the skin to tingle,
Is it true that city life is more memorable in winters?
San Francisco,New York,Chicago
And St.Louis....
Which one has the best of the urban blues?
Which one can put a sweet couple in that special mood?
I think each one holds its special kind of originalty,
While holding on to the harshness of reality.
My heart will always belong to the country side....
I just cant help but every once in a while dream about the mysterious
City side.
Categories:
printers, dream,
Form:
Rhyme Royal