Best Promotion Poems
Limerick crochetés: Once Tamil Promotion Director
Once Tamil Promotion Director
Excised wise Japanese co-founder
Called him names like rogue thief
Set himself up as Chief
All Dravidian Tamil Editor
He posed as the Royal Ancestor
Even of the Chola* Emperor
Slave-drove workers in fief
Used savants make belief
Such the Tamil Highness Publisher
He caged talents the Money-Maker
Poised as Conference Organiser
Preyed on Buddhist belief
On Chan and Zen mischief
To lard his own family bunker
Ideas he plucked from the Other
Made as if he put up with bother
Tamils to lead as Chief
No matter what the grief
None see his pen as plagiariser
All helpers rough-rode he the Miser
Shed them shorn one after the other
Damn not this common thief
Just his penchant for Chief
For Tamil knowledge made he Server
[* The Chola dynasty (among other South-Indian reigns) of the 10th to 12th centuries C.E. extended Tamil culture and civilization over the better part of Sri Lanka and Southeast Asia without having recourse primarily to conquests and/or of maintaining colonies.]
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
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Greetings, good and kind fellow Soup-ers!
'Tis wonderful, I say,
to be a Soup-er, so if I may,
I humbly request you to lay down your pen dipped in fine ink,
and visit my blog which can be found at the following link:
http://afzalmoolla.wordpress.com/
Now if this blatant self-promoting of mine seems rude,
I ask for your generous forgiveness, dear fellow Soup-er,
And wish you a day, that is peaceful, kind, and just plain super!
So cheers from the scribbler for now,
and as I take leave, my fellow Soup-ers,
I, in courtesy, to you all, do bow!
:-)
Here they go again.
anything to win,
indulging
in shameless
self-promotion.
layin’ it on thick,
makin’ sure it sticks,
slappin’ it on like lotion.
“click my stuff,
and I’ll click yours too.
wanna feel like the best
even though
it ain’t true?”
back n’ forth complements
are so self defeating.
inflating other’s heads for praise
is a blatant way
of cheating.
“do unto others”
but don’t lie,
to boost their ego.
misleading them
to raise their hopes
should clearly be illegal.
no need to read
a word
of their work
while scratching their backs
bare.
skimmin’
skippin’
scannin’…
all’s fair
in tactical
warfare.
poets thought to be adored
while chewin’ truth’s gristle.
before you swallow,
broke a tooth that hurt
like a damn
lit
missile.
feeding on lines
with hidden agendas
is worse
than bein’ ignored.
cuz’ when you find
copy n’ pasted comments,
your hopes
are sadly floored.
how about
reading and endorsing work
you actually enjoy,
instead of
feedin’ folks a line of crap
laced with praise
and “atta-boys!”
It was never about the suit,
the charcoal stitching,
the pocket square that folds itself,
the red tie I swore was alive.
At first, it just stood there—
hooves crossed, ears like knives
stabbing into the conference room light.
It never spoke, but no one dared speak over it.
The org charts bent to its gaze.
Quarterly losses shrunk like timothy hay
waiting too long for sun.
I kept my hungry eyes on the llama,
after all, its black-marble stare could polish
a version of the best vision of myself, if I let it:
animal energy tugging at my own red tie,
my voice cracking like a glass ceiling
when I pitched the last idea I was proud of.
Now the llama knows my name.
It signs my emails
and leaves fur in my throat
when I try to say no.
On Tuesdays,
it stands too close
to the mirror in the breakroom,
straightening its tie with my hands,
licking the salt from neck—
its muzzle smelling like a ferment
of wet grass and my sweat.
The interns whisper that it’s a myth,
but they’ve all stopped wearing red.
I now sit at the head of the table,
rubbing my hindquarters with two toes
on the scale, protecting my own
wall-eyed stare. The suit fits better
than I thought.
You can see everyone from here—
their necks, their ties,
the slow nodding of skulls.
The llama was never absurd.
It’s they who look strange now.
I wanted to be a rich girl
In my posh executive suit
But then a little person
Made my life change route.
Posh make up replaced with eye bags
A bulge replacing my waist
The fear of getting through bed time
Worse than any meeting Id faced.
Rats tails Instead of a style
My nails not polished and posh
I think there was a good few days
I’d even forgotten to wash.
You think deadlines are scary
My friend you haven’t known fear
Til your child is standing, their nappy is gone
And theyre smiling from ear to ear.
Don’t ask about my nice year ‘off’
I can assure you that my leave
Was hard enough to make a stint
In prison sound like a breeze.
So while the brand new office girl
Smugly pities me
Lets take a short reflection
To view my new CV…
I am a master multi tasker
No job too small or big
You’ll never know what patience is
Til you’ve watched EVERY Peppa Pig.
Deadline shmedline I’m not phased
Reports don’t bring me sorrow
I’ve had that dreaded letter
‘He must be Superman tomorrow’.
So you want creative do you?
I must think outside the box?
The **** I’ve made with cards and glue
While we were sitting out the pox.
I’m a motivational speaker
I pull solutions from the hat
I can engage an entire crowd
With the attention of a gnat.
I work straight through, I don’t take breaks
And I don’t charge double time
I adapt to situations
All the freaking time.
But I am stronger than ever and wiser
And for that I will never be glum
No career move can ever be greater
Than being promoted to ‘Mum’.
To be a supervisor
this you need to know.
It’s quite easy really
any elementary person
can become a leader,
but most important,
can a leader become
an elementary person?
Therefore never forget
one’s own roots, those foundations
of an upbringing of moral substance,
one of basic humanity
and esteem,
where right is right
and wrong disciplined.
Remember to manage,
everyone as equal
as we are all
in the eyes of God!
© Harry J Horsman 2012
It might be time to call it quits
I'm bursting out in sobbing fits
My face is breaking out in zits
For this job I am unfit
My resignation I submit ...
What is this surprise promotion?
To the farthest side of the deep-blue ocean
That changes all my meshugineh notions
~ I've always yearned to speak Laotian
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'Meshugineh' means 'crazy' in Yiddish.
days have now turned into years
there are a few grey hairs
i notice a wrinkle here and there
pain is felt in places that i never had before
i guess that is what comes with getting older
however....our love grows younger everyday
it keeps me spritely i reckon
it is never easy always, but loving you is always easy....dig that!
i never thought i would ever say this and mean it, but i love you more everytime the earth spins in a full circle
that means we have evolved in a circle of life that has come full circle in multiples of infinity
that means something to me more than you know
as you lay sleeping on my right thigh for the milliumteeth time, i just shake my head at the realization that God has His Own Plans for us
it may not be at all the way we imagined our lives to be, but then you are living your dream in a way that is completely opposite of the carefully crafted art in your mind
though i am living in many unified zones of twilight, i'll be doggone if my smile didn't give me away so easily
years are now decorated and celebrated as sweet decadence
Here's how much-sponsored brands get a boot—
Get public's sharp brow, and absolute,
There’s a point here to moot,
A point not in past put,
Nor passed a fair test ere:
Should ads talk in thin air?
For a change, shoes sold bite seller's foot!
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Happenings|20.06.2021|
Poet’s note: This limerick follows what happened a few days back. Cristiano Ronaldo, a well-known footballer, removed a Coke bottle at a press conference and replaced it with one of water, and soon the company lost four billion dollars in its market capitalization. This does raise a few fundamental questions. India’s home brands, Amul and Fevicol, took a jibe each at these brands. Amul (the milkman of the nation) taunted: ‘Not bottling one’s feelings’; Fevicol (makers of various adhesives): ‘These bottles cannot be removed, nor will its valuation dip’. I loved it. Yes, markets do need some earthy humour in these hard times, a food for thought for them to mull.
On this the night of your promotion
I look back and see the little boy I once knew
So tiny and tender,
needing those around him
Playing and sharing as young ones do
Now I look and see the young adult you’ve come to be
So tall and sleek,
so confident and strong
So look back and smile
Look ahead with confidence knowing you can do anything, anything
as long as you believe
Believe
In order to get ahead today, one doesn't need an education.
By just snooping around my bosses desk, I landed an unexpected promotion.
Underrated Basil got a promotion
And it caused a commotion
Among luckless names for demotion
All of them restive and voicing the notion
Of An Elevation fathered by emotion…
They shall for the two wrongs raise a motion
Before the cause of their commotion:
A man you could enrapture with perfumed lotion,
That Bribery be distanced from Promotion
And Barefaced Trickery from Demotion.
Also, wages that should all please
And not a single soul displease.
A world that can't do without your consent
A world of sales promotion
A display of shopping conveniences and benefits
To win your hearts
To win your consent
The miserable man has cracked his head
To win some of the stonefly hearts
To make some benefits
In a world of great competitions
Like cheap sale,special offer,special discount,buy one free one,free try,free samples,free gifts,birthday specials,a longer guarantee period,a good after purchase service......
It's really a splendid offer
If without any tricks,hidden secrets or scandals
A new image
For first impression
An advertisement
For sale promotion
Various lens and mirrors
For real, virtual, strange images
But for man
No matter how modified the appearance
The heart remains the same