Best Product Poems
A Product of my environment
Was a little kid
All scared and confused
Didn’t stand up, cuz was afraid
Grew up, faced fear, no more tears
My mindset, it changed
Met people, few good, few bad
Learning came along the way
Got inspired, and got admired
Was hated, but loved too
Friends I made, and those I lost
Made me judge, the better lot
I see things clearly now
I reflect what I have been taught
I am nothing but a product
A product of my environment
Gently lying on my bed with my slickly Pink Pajamas,
I fell asleep like a peaceful baby,
then the windows opened in complete excitement,
and the seas breezed in like a stampede,
raising my night dress from legs to Breasts
leaving me nude, cold but blessed,
then came this guy with a bad intention crested on his chest,
I could not picture his face but could see him so well.
As his tongue kiss and lick,
high voltage current crossed my cheek.
the wet flexible muscle moved quite oblique,
then every action from now on seem to click,
causing sensation so quick,
I suddenly became helpless, weak and sick.
He trade his plight on site,
causing hormonal sparks to ignite,
not considering if he is wrong or right,
becoming more real and clean in my sight,
my increasing arousal, making the moment bright.
His groans made the feeling mutual,
producing pleasure beyond the normal ritual,
and making his movement on me so casual,
cupped my Breast to make the feeling factual,
squeezing them like a newly baked dough,
wheezing sounds emerging from my passionate screams,
and making my freezing feet jerk as he plays with the nipples.
Then down the road he goes to my shin,
spreading my legs made the sensation immeasurable,
the gradual heat from his romancing hand, simply unspeakable,
summed up with his commanding domination like a constable,
began an erotic scene so irresistible,
and since I am already grossly susceptible,
I yielded to his masculine touch as though already compatible.
Steadily and slowly, he drives through to my thighs like a convertible,
causing a body rhythm and sensation so explicable.
Caressing them gently as I wished,
reaching the focal point made me feel accomplished,
hoping to treat my secret garden with a mood so selfish,
making it his possession and ecstasy fully nourished,
complimented with a fantasy already established
As he was about penetrating like a beam,
I already reached the next level and ready to swim,
as real as this experience may seem,
I immediately woke up to realize it was just a dream
We Aussie like to have a bite
Of bread and butter and vegemite
We’ll save a Crumble bar for you
Cherry Ripe and Lamingtons too
With snags and meat pies all life long
Instant Pavolvas seem all wrong
Toohey’s and Carlton bring real cheer
Four XXXX and Fosters fair dinkum beer
Gran took Vincents with confidence
Bushell’s tea Mums preference
She takes the tea with Sarah Lee
Guess that’s not quite real Aussie
Neither is Arnotts, or Lean Cuisine
Coke, Pepsi , Big mac or Dairy Queen
Eating at the pics with my mates
Minties and Jaffa chocolates
Now the swaggie my mates and me
We really like strong Billy tea
Damper and meat pies still true blue
Aussie products for me and you
For kangaroo meat the prices are high
Fair dinkum tucker you cannot deny.
Though the Yanks grab all they can
Witchery grubs just ain’t in their plan!
I am a product of everything you didn't do
You are the white powder on my top lip
As my body shakes and shifts
Praying this will help my spirits lift
Just a product of what you didn't do
All I think, all I say, all I do
The way I fall over and over again
For the same no good dude
Knowing he'll beat me till black and blue
I am a product of you
Each time I look at a reflection of me
A helpless version of you
Is all I see
Yet, Another cracked product of you
Still searching,
I look as if hooked
On the natural curve of my blood stains lips
Layers of clothes
Hiding my natural born gifts
Ripped pants over my bruises
And heart shaped hips
I am a battered version of you
Each step I take is magnified
Hiding the pain I bare inside
Because of all you didn't do
I walk with broken dreams and head held high
A Broken heart
Pumped with fake pride
Infected with love lies
When reality is
I just wish I'd die
I am a broken product of you
How about when I'm hit
Or The way I scream
When beaten and kicked
And especially how my mind goes numb
When mutilated and stripped
All a product of what you didn't do
You are the pain in the bottle I sip
The liquor smell ingrained on my lips
The reason I lose my grip
On reality...
I am just a fallen product of you
You are the girlfriends I don't have
And the only male companion I do
You are the reason I'm cracked, now shattered
Yet, you are my glue
I am a defective product of all you didn't do
Yet, the question still remains
Who & where are you?
Lay
“Ladies and gentlemen, gather round
Squeeze in madam, come a little closer”
You fortunate folk are at the launch of this must have commodity
My company has traveled around the globe,
we’ve invested millions in research in search of the purest product;
which was eventually found in the atmosphere of the southern ocean
See this little can in my hand
It holds something so precious you cannot live without it
I present to you …
Canned fresh air
Now would anyone like to test this product - Let me open this can.
“Madam, would you like to try it -
just use the detachable face mask and breathe deeply
there, doesn’t that smell soooooooooo good”
.
In the event of nuclear war this product is essential for your survival -
You simply cannot afford to be without it!
Now who is going to be the first to get this must have product ?
I have it on offer today at an introductory price.
Each set of cans comes with a face mask, which normally retails at $3
It’s perfect for use by the entire family and a sniff at only $19.99”
Advertisement, sell something, make us want it
Sponsored by Lewis Raynes
3/18/18
I love it Lord
Everything is the way it should be
I am happy in my spirit
And I felt I have arrived
You have helped me so much
Thank you for your mercy
Thank you for your loving kindness when I didn't request it
Thank you for granting me what I thought could not be possible
Well, you are the impossible God
And I should know that
You do impossible things
And You are impossible to deal with
You taught me everything I know
And You are so generous
Why do you do that?
I surely don't deserve that
Why do you have the heart for me?
I would never know
You have a plan for me and I did not know
A plan to give what I need and more
I really did not know what you were doing
But steps by steps you lead it to fruition
Now I can see the way you were leading me
You have a destination for everything
It's like a perfect croisse
Everything falls together in places
I could not have planned it better
But all the same
I did not appreciate you
And was mad at you
But you know
Yes, You know
What a brat I were
I may still am Lord
What am I gonna do?
Here ye’ here ye’
Read the headlines and polish the abstract newsletters
There’s a new trend amongst the weak
Sales tags mark the price of this new found phenomenon at a bargain
A steal if you will
You can pick it up for free at your local hot spot
Dripping from the noses of heathens holding a cup
Sipping their sorrows from a mug made of skin
Bound by a leather tassel and reeking of misdirection
There’s a fitting irony, how the drunkards tell the most truth
While the sober ones spit lies
At least a lush has summed it up to bad taste by proxy
If this isn’t what was intended
Why has the scale been tipped?
It seems a great suit and on the right track to me
So why is this vehicle swerving, dragging me to that shady side of the city
I should not be here
People like me get swallowed whole by the gutters and the wicked
I heard there’s no rest for them so it’s proper that they’ve set their roots in this town
Dream me out of here
Storm the lighthouse and set the beacon somewhere I can see it
I should fix my gaze towards better things but spoils are just more fun
Natural progression, zero tolerance, primal instinct
All the ingredients that make this product such a hit
You’ve been forewarned and forsaken that the side effects may overjoy
May the pessimistic turn optimistic through dissection of the left and right hemisphere
Gasp!
The end is near but I feel like I’ve just begun to breath in this new aroma
Light the flares
A new addiction walks this way....
A
tree starts
to bear fruit
When it’s ready...
umm!
One wish filled afternoon
I fashioned a knife out of a spoon
The following banal morning
I held it up as I was adorning
its hand carved ivory handle
to the light of a flickering candle
It appeared to dance and move on its own
and then it became a rotary telephone
I dialed a "1" and then an area code
and it turned into a great horned toad
It shot out its tongue and caught a fly
before letting out a muted cry
Then it sprouted feathers and grew wings
so I opened the window for this thing
It said to me "Galatians chapter 5
will help keep you alive"
I said "Thank you Lord for all your creatures"
and I noticed one odd feature
The flying frog turned back into a utensil
except this time it was a pencil
So I wrote God a thank you note
and put it in the pocket of my coat
I pulled it out the next day
and all of the words were hard to say
So I wrote this poem to help me remember
what it was like on a Friday in September
There is a din gurgling through my calm.
Rancorous roots reaching
into ceasing heartbeats.
They writhe and twist and mangle.
It is but an idea unbridled.
The slow decay of morale manifest
in teardrops long dry.
All that prevails, the black salt.
Emotions spray isn’t particular to a selected few
but self control reigns supreme if
the mind’s lock succumbs to the key of maturity.
A negative impact steams out of the boil of behaviour when;
the eye swells through the accumulating poisonous fluids of greed,
the hand finds cover in gloves of selfishness,
mentality drinks the wine of sentiments,
appetite suffers an absolute anarchy from instincts,
anger smokes in a mind highly inflammable
and hunger trespasses the out of bounds
encouraged by the effrontery of hormonal quests.
Character and attitude have no race, tribe or fraternity
hence human exhibition is distinctly individualistic
and the DNA of actions, solely created by its carrier.
but like a group of similar bones with same skin cover,
one can stand tall to be notable like the fore-finger.
The night we first met
We talked all morning
He walked me home
I walked him instead
That was the night
I soon realized
This German boy
entered my life
I won't say I loved him
But willing to say
I felt for him
WHen we held hands
My mind jumped up and down
Telling me to run before it's too late
Before this boy breaks me apart
Soon enough he broke my heart
I made one mistake
A regret
I still think about him
Even if he has f****** ADHD
I want him
Though he never knew
I liked him
Do I push or pull?
Do I go straight or do I turn?
What works best for me
May not work best for you
Even your happiness matters
Should I stay here
Or run away while I have the chance?
Will I survive without it all?
Even though I did wait for you
I feel I’ve betrayed you as well
What am I to do now?
Pretending does not break my heart
To me it is only natural you act this way
I’ve cried in front of you
I’ve cried for you
A child to call your own
Does not result from jealousy and rage
I should have said something long ago, I know
I myself was afraid of how I felt
The end result is still the same…
I love you
Written April 27, 2010
Auto Pilate
is carrion klaxon blaring
a false viral alert
The warning signal says cadavers don’t vote:
“Let not your lying eyes
believe this smear currency contagious hoax”
With pandemic fear spreading,
speculator pockets get fatally hurt
False profits on a spit propellor decline
Supplies warehouse withering on a purchase vine,
bad news ain’t getting no spin message rebate
As more people dying are multiplying
Autocratic vexation —
Viral cause is venture capitalist absolutely dismissed
Free market con-fidence in a virtual free-fall
Publican procrastinators watch
as the body count mount
The price of human life don’t add up to much
Global crisis ... impending plane of imminence crash
Priceless products in the debt cargo hold were sold
at a discount infection rate
Auto Pilate hollow hope cry,
while washing disdain stained hands:
“High kill yield is a ghastly good time to buy!”