Best Scanner Poems
Imagine all the people
who trade in human life,
imagine all the reasons
given to this particular vice.
I visualize the rivers
that run with coagulated blood,
I visualize the tyrant
that stir the waters good!
Imagine all the evil
where nightmares are conceived,
imagine all the weepers
locked in harmony.
I visualize a great peace
when man is down and out,
I visualize a yearning
to stir up warring lout!
Imagine all the carrion
fleeing this earthly scroll,
imagine all the zombies
them humans without soul.
I visualize the populous
with only one track mind,
I visualize the despotic master
not too far behind!
Imagine all the wrongdoers
that wait for the morrow,
imagine all the innocent
with aggravated sorrow.
I visualize his disciples
locked in earthly battle,
I visualize all intellect
smitten with ancient prattle!
Imagine all the dreamers
that dream in psycho colours,
imagine all the dead ones
John Lennon and others.
I visualize the sky
that reflect the sombre waters,
I visualize the time
they’ll be no virgin daughters!
Imagine all the children
born with colour blindness,
imagine all the peace
driven by human kindness.
I visualize a new order
maybe for the best?
I visualize the establishment
being put to the test!
Imagine all the people
with lives of eternal bliss,
imagine all the barriers
created when living with this.
I visualize heaven here
in this heathen place,
I visualize the angel
in pure virgin white lace!
Imagine all the new born
scanner pattern at birth,
imagine all of today’s crime
eliminated through death.
I visualize a dossier
of PLC news speak,
I visualize authoritarianism
of every aspect!
Imagine all the cloning
created for human part,
imagine all the respect
donated to this particular art.
I visualize the unscrupulous
desperate for existence,
I visualize the farm of haste
the plough of insistence!
Imagine, Mother Shipton
prophecies all came true,
imagine only one statement fails
the end of the world.
I visualize even then
common sense will prevail.
I visualize only Jesus Christ
will forecast the ultimate end!
© Harry J Horsman 1993
Categories:
scanner, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
Carolers sing in front of a garland draped door
In scarf and boot turn, spill grog into snow pour.
Approaching our porch with, “Come ye faithful”
Open the door and come, let’s adore the merciful.
To the smell of chimney smoke add the sight,
Of the warm glow from window's light;
And there's no question, no question at all,
Christmas has surely come with the snowfall!
There is subtle sweetness in the sun’s glow
As people’s shadows fall on the white snow.
Together the flakes form a soft, white blanket
That covers everything in sight as if in anklet
Barren trees, branches in twig like manner
The winter has come with his stern scanner.
Look there on the roof how the icicles hang
Winter has taken rest from sturm und drang.
Then they will go from house to house to greet
In the eve, watch nativity plays on the street.
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December 6, 2014
Form: Rhyme
Dr. Ram Mehta
Fourth Place Win
Contest: A Christmas Snow by Gail Angel Doyle
Categories:
scanner, christmas, snow,
Form:
Rhyme
Books to the library
photos to family.
Paint cans and lumber
from renovations years ago.
Most of the furniture
including the piano.
Fastest way to do this
is rent a dumpster.
On the internet
nothing’s permanent.
I like that.
Photosynthesis, evaporation
as if your spirit disappears
when the sun appears.
It’s a burden lifted
not to have to persevere.
Edits
for clarity
and brevity.
One owes the reader
a respite from
the tonnage of
fructifying English.
To drown one’s book is devoutly to be wished.
Coupla trumpets,
big comfy couch,
four beds and dressers
and the contents of closets.
Tools we don’t use,
surge protectors and chargers,
lawn and patio accoutrements,
table settings for ten.
Lamplit underground,
the stray branch,
synchronized chaos,
a red fez.
One canary,
map of Antarctica,
three deaf little otoliths,
six or seven sybils.
Extra salt and pepper shakers,
sharpies and crayons,
a printer and a scanner,
the Bible and Koran.
Kaput calculators and computers,
subscriptions and prescriptions,
a host of vitamins
and the ghosts of ancestors.
Time itself
but not nature.
Wealth
and most of culture
but not my health.
That I’ll keep,
and sleep—practice
for perfect rest.
Categories:
scanner, bible, books, computer, family,
Form:
Free verse
I'm happy as poop, got the results of my brain scan
They had a hard time finding it when the scanner began
It sputtered and screeched
Till my bum it did reach
Out of place but 'twas an “all's well that ENDs well” exam
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
scanner, miracle,
Form:
Limerick
A Chemical Compound
in an orderly manner.
They're found on the ground,
classified by a scanner.
An outcrop in Costa-Rica -
many of these contain Silica.
Some are even Volcanic-
explosions are quite manic.
Its just like Me and You!
Special, Unique and some blue.
Igneous, Sedimentary, Metamorphic too-
I've heard that before, like de-ja vu!
It is Sharp or Smooth,
It is like a Bone,
It can be found in a Booth,
But what really is STONE?
originally written ~ 13/2/17
Categories:
scanner, change, creation, earth, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
We were going to visit Malta so Paul and I hatched a little plan
I’d bring pork pies over (his grand daughter Valentina is a fan)
Paul would meet us at the airport with his family
Valentina would be able to have pork pie for her tea!
I packed the pork pies in a cold pack and placed them in my bag
The airport security scanner didn’t mind about my savoury swag
I wanted to hand the pies over so they were in their prime
Unfortunately our plane was delayed for quite a long time
This meant we’d miss meeting Sheila. Kirsty and Valentina
Valentina had a ballet lesson to attend - she’s a gifted ballerina!
So Paul met us at the airport and we handed him the pies
I wish Valentina had been there to get this cool surprise!
We exchanged gifts for everyone and I was delighted to see
Yummy Snickers bars and a lemon cake to go with a cup of tea
*A pork pie is a traditional British cold meat pie. It consists of roughly chopped pork and pork jelly sealed in a hot water crust pastry. It is normally eaten as a snack. When I was growing up I had a Saturday job at a shop called 'Pork Farms' and they were famous for their pork pies ... I got so sick of the sight and smell of them I never eat them now!
11~06~16
Categories:
scanner, food, friendship, travel,
Form:
Couplet
To sing out the Star Spangled Banner
In the most appropriate manner
You must have four
To sound out more
And highlight that new fangled scanner
Categories:
scanner, music,
Form:
Limerick
People with family dressed up in the Victorian style
Returning home as the Mass services over awhile.
Which in olden times was Communion or Eucharist
Where people remember, the savior Jesus Christ.
Who died for us and came back to his loved ones
It’s the memorable “birthday of the unconquered sun”
It seems to be the Dickensian Christmas time
A bridge between the old and new Christmas.
There is subtle sweetness in the sun’s glow
As people’s shadows fall on the white snow.
Barren trees, branches in twig like manner
The winter has come with his stern scanner.
Look there on the roof how the icicles hang
Winter has taken rest from sturm und drang.
People will go from house to house to greet
In the eve watch nativity plays on the street.
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Date 1-22-14
Based on the 1st Picture "Christmas Day" by Isaiyah
7th place win
**Sturm und drang means a state of violent disturbance and disorder.**
Categories:
scanner, religious,
Form:
Rhyme
Having a CT Scan in a couple of days
Most likely looking for a brain
Hope they find something that resembles such
Of course that might be a strain
Might think the Scanner is no longer working
Nothing's showing up on the screen
Came up with a idea for having some fun
Pulling the plug and hearing them scream
“Look at this, this man's missing a brain”
Never in the annuls of medicine
Have they come across this rare phenomenon
Head's filled with a stuff like gelatin
Literally ten doctors quickly appeared
All looking astonished, taking notes
Chuckling to myself at the fuss I've created
Reporters came looking for quotes!
Finally had to tell them of my fun little gig
But most didn't find it too funny
Told me, “Lie down and no more shenanigans
Or the nurse will call in your Mummy!
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
scanner, humor,
Form:
Narrative
people fail to deliver a job with honesty and industrious nature.
when they died, they carried pain and raised worrying rankles,
children never face them, they find the practice has no true feature.
no doubt, they are educated and professional to hide taxes,
then built a house of cheat for a soul to live in peace,
and run a race to maintain cheat for excessive relaxes.
they run community, society and the world with optional benefit,
there is no truth, they produce problems and a solution of cheat,
and seeking reliability, honesty and punctuality to maintain a cheat set.
Progress is based on cheat to produce positive and approachable manner,
they deliver a trustworthy service with 100% warranty to build trust,
if you pay cash, very good, if you need a receipt you pay tax for scanner.
Religion, politics, education; justice based on professionalism,
criminality is growing in wildness mercy and forgiveness is Godism.
Categories:
scanner, caregiving, education, relationship,
Form:
Terza Rima
"I'm going to examine you today,"
he said.
He had no stethoscope, notebook,
or pen on his hands. He wore a long,
white robe. Sandals took the place
of shoes.
"I'll examine your brain, a few moments
from now....."
I wondered how he would do it;
there was no scanner.
Moments later, he took out a surgical blade;
it's glitter brought shivers to my spine!
I couldn't imagine him dissecting my skull.
I couldn't feel my legs. My knees were
too weak to support me. I sat.
Then he gave me the surgical blade. He
smiled warmly as though it was blunt
enough not to cause any harm. Out of the blues
he brought an egg!
"I want you to dissect this egg without cracking
it," he said. "I don't want to see the yolk breaking
or spilling."
I was astounded! For a moment I was still and expressionless.
He then looked at me and laughed.
"I'm joking, of course!" he said.
"Sorry I didn't introduce myself before.... I'm Swami Maa Durga Vinod Devraj,
from India! You had told me before anything is possible, before. I just wanted
you to confirm for yourself that fact....."
THE END
Six body parts used in the poem:
*Brain
*Knees
*Spine
*Hands
*Legs
*Skull
Categories:
scanner, humor, imagery, life, philosophy,
Form:
Narrative
I wonder how many books there are out there that teach you how to
raise your child? I'm sure there are good ideas in them, but where was the book
for raising each of my children? They didn't have one attached to them as
they were born. Nobody delivered a specific manual on my particular child ahead
of time. Did you get one?
Perhaps one of these days they will create a baby scanner. So when your child is born...you just scan their bar code and up pops instructions.
Until then...I guess we need to remember that each child is an individual.
Given that fact...can you imagine how large a book would need to be to cover each
child in the world? By the time you'd finish reading it...your child would be
reading one on how to care for the elderly( meaning you and me).
I have found there are no set rules or ideas that work every time or with
every child. One gift you can give any child is the tools to choose wisely in
what ever comes their way. Also they need to be treated with love and patience. Spend time with them. Listen to what they have to say. Children need to know as
well as feel they have value. I bet in years to come...they will cherish those times. If they don't...that's okay too. You tried your best and that makes you a winner
no matter what!
P.R.Deremer
Categories:
scanner, birth, children, encouraging, funny,
Form:
Beware the “Reader” Phishing Scam
By Elton Camp
I had considered myself practically immune to phishing scams, but I found out differently last night. While I was doing some online searches, just as I often do, when my virus scan noted that a trojan type virus had made its way onto my computer, but that it had been removed. Thankful for the virus protection, I continued to work. After a few minutes, a familiar looking red logo with the word “Reader” suddenly appeared, asking to install the latest update. “That’s Adobe Reader,” I foolishly assumed and clicked for the update from the useful and trusted provider.
To my dismay, the bogus “Reader” and two other programs began to insinuate themselves and there was no clickable option to decline them. I soon learned a concept new to me called “bundling.” Unwelcome pop-ups began to appear, offering “financial” advice and opportunities. Far worse, key words in my hundreds of poems and articles posted online were instantly converted into blue hyperlinks that led to a highly questionable source. Readers of my online material were also about to undergo attack if they clicked any of the hyperlinks!
I quickly went to Control Panel and uninstalled the three bogus programs. The hyperlinks vanished and no more pop-ups appeared. After several more minutes, my usually excellent virus scanner apparently caught on to what had taken place and informed me of the “bundling” and gave an option to delete the material.
I had let the word “Reader” and the knock-off logo of Adobe Reader deceive me. Don’t let this happen to you!
Categories:
scanner, angst, me,
Form:
Prose
Reg just loved to wear a string vest
It would cover his dark hairy chest
Vests would hang on the line
When the weather was fine
String vests were the ones Reg loved best
At the airport Reg was booked on a flight
The metal scanner showed something not right
Security were impressed
His wallet’s pinned to his vest -
They let him through much to Reg’s delight!
This is a true story which was told by our friend Reg’s daughter after his funeral and I was challenged to write a poem about this
08-21-17
Categories:
scanner, clothes, friend, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Walmart
I despise you
The flea on the dog
Aphid in the garden
Disease that turns into plague
Wasn't to pleased we did business with you
Was out of my control,
Had to watch the news
He comes in my room
Look of disgust on his face
Units being returned
Okay, no big deal
They never reached the shelves
Gamblers disadvantage seems unreal
You reported units sold
Numbers don't add up
Some underpaid worker
Wasn't properly trained on your scanner
It's seeing loved ones hurt
16 hours days,
Sorting through sheisty distributors
No first grade teacher telling you how to read a contract
It's brutal
It's full of life
So when someone really screws you over
You're lungs clench,
They bite
Hard to breathe
Hard to see
Wedding coming up,
Bills wont adjust
You've made it hard
Your business tactics
Make broke so abrupt
I try to keep my head high
Attitude optimistic
Trying to make a dent in the world
Hard when you're a role model for retailers
They'll be sure to follow suit
The real fear
Companies don't learn
Brick n Mortar stores will bump up churn
Because the leader of the pack
Decided to cut prices and help
High price of Low Cost,
Still cant fit my emotions into words.
Big picture,
Big release for us
Small in comparison to others
Can't imagine the look on big distributors face
When they got their numbers,
Want Walmart to burn in hell
Still wouldn't be even
Categories:
scanner, angst, business, business,
Form:
Free verse