Best Selling Poems
I’m excited, I got a job
I now work for Bob Bob’s Gob Shop
They asked me to stand outside and sell
These white packets, of what I cannot tell
But I was shifting the goods a hundred an hour
I felt alive excited and empowered
Mothers and fathers were buying off me
And giving their kids, who named the stuff LSD
I didn’t hear it clearly at first,
Until I was arrested and that’s when I feared the worst
The police took me to their van
God only knows I tried to run and then… Man,
I got the tasered,
And did a twenty-five second bad imitation of Bob Marley crossed with Jo Fraser
They called me a dope peddler
An addict enforcing meddler
The cops tasered me again and beat me up
Then left me laying in a pile, yelping like a helpless pup
Then took me to a room with a table that had a pile of white powder,
And three inch black sticks they called hash, my mouth went sour.
They questioned me further demanding who was my supplier
As they kept me dancing at the end of the taser wire
I screamed Bob and Bob of the Gob Shop
They stopped and said this must be their under cover job
Just then the chief of police walked in
He looked at me with that we gotcha grin
He took a bit of the white powder and put it on the tip of his tongue
Then with s surprised look as if he got stung
The chief of police quickly picked me up dusted me off and apologised
He said “Don’t worry sir, I’ll punish these guys”
One policemen said “But sir his a drug dealler, selling LSD?”
“How could you be willing to set him free”
The Chief shouted “YES THIS IS LSD, NOW READ MY LIPS”
“LIQUORICE SHERBET DIPS”
Well as a consolation, I got a house and a car out of them,
Never went back to that job again.
The internet has morphed
into a fickle friend,
warping reality
in subtle, social ways,
that no one could foresee.
The internet has morphed
into a worldwide web
that manipulates you;
bombarding you with posts
that only tout one view.
The internet has morphed
into a confidant,
with sympathetic ears
who is omnipresent;
crying emoji tears.
The internet has morphed
into a platform with
its own identity,
in a fictional place:
selling serenity.
2018 - Year of Entrepreneurship in Direct Selling
To recognize the truth as truth,
live the opposites,
To feel everything in every way,
and be nothing, in the end,
but the understanding of everything.
2018 - What to do more in Direct Selling
[...] more female business leaders
more women
to start their own businesses;
more women in laboratories
making new discoveries
that overturn the myth
that science and mathematics are man's things. "
When a person
- especially a woman -
stands on the undertaking
is free, as in every pinnacle,
is alone
as in all the pinnacles,
is united to heaven,
to which it is never united,
as in all the pinnacles.
2018 – Ano do empreendedorismo na Venda Direta
Reconhecer a verdade como verdade,
viver os contrários,
sentir tudo de todas as maneiras,
e não ser nada, no fim,
senão o entendimento de tudo.
2018 – Que se empreenda mais em Venda Direta
[...] mais líderes mulheres nas empresas
mais mulheres
que criem suas próprias empresas;
mais mulheres nos laboratórios
fazendo novas descobertas
que derrubem o mito
de que a ciência e a matemática são coisas de homem”.
Quando uma pessoa
– especialmente uma mulher –
se ergue sobre o empreender
está livre, como em todos os píncaros,
está só,
como em todos os píncaros,
está unida ao céu,
a que nunca está unida,
como em todos os píncaros.
There once was a crazy man called Calvin
spent a lot of money for jackpot win
but it was his bad luck
soon became a bankrupt
started selling tickets for a living!
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Placement:9th;(January 2012)
Contest:Lottery Ticket Limerick
Sponsor:Susan Burch
By:kashinath karmakar
My warm body's on permanent loan to Big Pharma;
I am chancing my health but could care less for karma.
All that money they pay is too good to refuse;
So with minimal risk I have little to lose.
Man, I shovel their food and I watch lots of cable;
And I gain as much weight as I'm possibly able.
I will sleep like Prince Charming awaiting a kiss
From young nurses so sweet their mere presence is bliss.
I can do what I want from pre-dawn to late night
Just as long as I don't give the staffers a fright.
I take nice, long hot showers until I'm beet red;
Some warm milk with six cookies, and then on to bed.
It's pure Heaven, I tell you, it's every man's dream;
You relax all the time, eat desserts with whipped cream,
Then you mark off each day as it languidly fades,
Blithely block out the world by extending the shades.
So work smarter, not harder, all you Type-A's out there;
And let stress be a kind of a fast fading nightmare
Out of which you've been wakened by a woman's soft voice
As she calls you to breakfast, and makes note of your choice.
A Vendor's Life
At times, sleepless nights,
Filled with worry and fears;
The life of a vendor
Means laughter and tears.
Patience and perseverence
Are essential and soon learned.
An exceptional ability to
Try again once burned.
Defeat's not an option;
There's a desire to impress.
Gifted with talents,
And a need to express.
Optimism abounds,
As doubts are chased away;
No time for such thoughts
In a vendor's busy day.
Each day another chance
To attain a new goal.
It seems a vendor's life
Is in the heart and soul.
With so much at stake
so what is the lure?
There's just nothing quite like
being an entrepeneur.
By Lisa Webb
The media steers our attention
since truth is one thing they won’t mention.
That velvet cherry torte
holds mandates to report,
so she flirts to pull our perception.
Hey you! Yes, you!
Quick! Come this way...
I have something unique to show you.
Please, listen to what I say.
You know you really want this
Everyone will be envious of you
Come on…. Take a little peak.
Pick a colour… red, white or blue?
Its absolutely free and...
It’s like nothing seen before
But in order for it to work...
It must be bought by all.
The product is so sort after...
Yet no one can seem to grasp.
That’s it’s always been available...
To the lower & upper class
You can’t physically touch it
But you can feel it all around
And you can’t physically see it
But you can hear a calming sound
Mankind has finally realised
That this is how life should be
Let down barriers and love one another
Being kind and judgemental free
The product is “World Peace”
It’s never sold out before
But imagine if it did!
Our species could be so much more.
With such precious thing as freedom
heaven granted us at once in millennium
or if your people lucky one
in half of this time schedule.
So why on earth our governs,
president and parliamentary body,
so disposed to quench all
our attributes and bases of freedom,
Look out to world from your luxury caverns!
Stop selling our country in market!
Some say presentation is everything and more
That’s certainly important if selling is your game
I learned that while managing a piano store.
Sponsoring concerts with musicians of fame,
Selling the idea that a buyer can learn how to play
That’s certainly important if selling is your game.
We demonstrated easy piano tunes every day
Teaching buyers simple tunes anyone can learn
Selling the idea that a buyer can learn how to play.
And it is true, anyone can memorize a pattern,
Playing an uncomplicated melody with satisfaction
Teaching buyers simple tunes anyone can learn.
To say anyone can play well merits a retraction
For only the truly gifted can learn to play well
Playing an uncomplicated melody with satisfaction.
Playing a few simple ditties is certainly swell
Some say presentation is everything and more
For only the truly gifted can learn to play well
I learned that while managing a piano store.
Written August 5, 2022
I got in trouble because of my greed.
I was arrested because I sold weed.
I thought I was being smart, I thought that my Grass was well hid.
But the Police found it and I was made to pay the price for what I did.
After I was arrested, my house and land were confiscated.
My family had lived there for generations, I was devastated.
For two centuries, that land was handed down from father to son.
But because of my stupidity, it will no longer be handed to anyone.
When I went to jail, my son went to live with his Aunt.
He no longer looks me in the eyes and I'm ashamed because he can't.
Please don't make the same mistake that I made.
I broke the law and because of what I did, I paid.
(Even though this is a fictional poem, it is a very bad idea to sell Marijuana or other drugs.)
Do you remember being an optimistic fifth-grader, selling door to door?
Flower seeds? Candy bars? Potato chips? House plants? Tickets to the fifth-grade Thanksgivings feast?
Adding up the prizes in your head.
If we sell $300 worth of merchandise, we would win a radio, and a cassette player.
If we sell $200 we could at least get the cassette player.
If we sell $100 worth we will earn a sweatshirt, which we will have to share,
My sister and I,
Not fair, as I am
Out here selling,
While she is inside
Eating peppermint ice cream.
We are going to be millionaires
Someday, selling door to door.
I start dreaming of the money we will make.
If we make a dollar a week, in a year, we will have $52 dollars.
Fifty-two dollars, a fortune in the 60’s to a fifth-grader.
Not such a big deal to the fifth-graders of today. A mere fifty-two dollars?
How many sacks of groceries will it buy?
Possibly one.
And who wants children selling door to door?
There are things behind those doors I had no idea about, when I was a child.
I wish I could still be ignorant about that.
HIM
I didn't ask to be born
neither did you.
And of all the shoes I've worn
you've walked very few.
My first job was to gather eggs
I was four then.
The welts on my legs
were for bringin' in
less was expected.
Five, eight, twelve
eighteen came uninspected
beatings delivered by unintrospective
role model.
Family values passed down
through saloons and brothels
and Sunday School dress-up to drown
screams of innocence
no voice to tell them with.
THEM
Little boy, this don't make sense.
Suck it up, embrace myth
eology please. It will ease you
and us who've worked very hard
protestantly ethicking virtue.
Son, we can quote bard.
You weren't blessed by our god might
you want work to make enough
to live and perhaps breed? Well, alright
then the non-negotiable answer tough
as it seems to liberal
scumbags is this deal:
Sign up your visceral
instincts to kill.
HIM
So I did
Pay me in compliments, keep your money
The unbreakable one wishes not to be bribed
A pride that cannot be loaned
Expensive swagger that can't be borrowed
I stand alone with courage adjacent to my hip
Wanting to be loved and not purchased
Dollars will not make me fold nor will it make me change
A bulletproof ideology and a hardened cranium
Those who attempt to check me, undoubtedly bounce
For this soul, is not for sale
Some simpleton said Sally saved sixpence
So she sold sixpence six Sundays in a row,
Saving six sixpences six Sundays in a row
It has never been done before or since…
Selling sixpence to some simpleton Simon
Six Sundays in a row!
[Repeat six times quickly]
Written January 8, 2021
For Tongue Twister Contest
4th Place Winner!