Best Sponsorship Poems
Hi folks
Welcome to the Poet-a-thon for charity
Yes we know, starvation, disease, floods, wars
All terrible events in the world
However, tonight we fight a new cause
Yes a new cause more terrible, more sad (some may have sad “sadder”)
more .... well just more
Worse than global warming even, worse than climate change
Yes, there are poets out there who can not afford even words
Poets who cant express their sadness
Their joy
Their visions
And yes, you, you the viewer can fix that
For only pennies a day, yes only pennies
You can sponsor a poor poet
Then he will be able to post his work to the world
Including those fancy photos
Bringing joy and peace to all mankind
But folks, this can only happen
If you pick up the phone
And dial 1-HELP-A-POET
Your actions, your good will, your sense of duty and compassion
Can save a poor poet
You may even be saving the world
You can sponsor him like we said for pennies a day
Premium membership, lifetime membership, what ever your soul can spare
And remember, with your sponsor ship you will receive
A photo of the poet you sponsored
A monthly poem detailing how his life has changed due to your kindness
Reports from his local bartender, letting you know he’s writing his little heart out
You can even visit this poet’s small village
There, you can take him out for a dinner at his favorite steak house
Yes all this is included with your sponsorship
So pick up that phone, don’t wait, do it now
Dial
Yes its 1-HELP-A-POET, call now
Desperate poets are limited
Reserve yours now!!!!
Read this poem for 24 hours straight, then go back to regularly scheduled poetry, thank you
Diamond battleground
Collector's card currency
Hero factory
Little league conscripts
Vocal parental advice
Therapist's profits
Score report passion
Batting statistics frenzy
Relive by numbers
Glossary nightmare
Commentator's lexicon
Head scratching jargon
World series warfare
Stadium armageddon
Sponsorship looting
Counterfeit rounders?
Diplomatic incident!
Sanctions on cricket!
Entry to "the national pastime" contest
Written 12th February 2017
Notes: "Rounders" is a game played in both the UK and Ireland with similar rules to baseball https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rounders
seasons
Mountains Valleys and Streams
Haiku
Wintertime is cold
Claims sponsorship over all
Wildlife starves for months!
i cant deny
i seek to fool the interlock
jockey quick to interact
the vista stitched to chili socks
so quick to miss who really rocks
a kid can list the million pox
that riddle the most civil thoughts
freedom needs some nourishment
the evil deeds with servants sent
jealousy a thirsty quench
the melody a ghastly wrench
two pennies hardly make a dent
flabbergast, tricks in contempt
the ladder casted main event
for many cases cause to vent
ideally equal no small percent
super man or mr. kent?
peter pan on the internet
workin on my seventh sense
send me all your sentiments
assets that are moral dense
floral holding sponsorship
counting all the counterfeit
monetary partially
cationically the catalyst to counter it
shocking im seeing toxic
the images not the objects
the sequence of events
perpetuating these prospects
im guesstimating weve lost it
ego the evil holding
our courage hostage
the future much closer to hospice
I went to the Big church night in
saw rend colective experiment and saw matt redman too,
and was great to worship at vineyard with you,
I endeded us sponsoring a child,
so hope this helps her to smile
and make her life a bit more worth while,
she can got to school, and have food and clothing too,
and its the most amazing thing that we can do,
i pray my sponsord child will go far and god will help her along the way
I pray god will bless my sponsored child each and every day. Amen
Joba lives in Bangladesh and goes to sunday school and church regularly, Praise god, she will be ok now through compassion and my sponsorship.
Sponsorship is the new religion, and it’s taking over from the old ones, whatever next?
G.O.D INVESTMENTS
I know a London vicar
He’s a sight to behold,
Every time I see him
My blood runs cold.
It says Levi on his shoulders
And Suzuki on his back,
On his front it says for quick exhausts
Phone Bath and ask for jack.
When he throws his arms up in the air
He’s a blaze of neon lights,
They say Clairol Tints Vidal Sassoon
And Pretty Polly Tights.
Yes G.O.D’s gone P.l.C so buy some stocks and shares,
He’s 2.2 up 1.6 we’ll all be millionaires.
The Sunday sermon’s one of woe
And investment trouble’s,
It’s sponsored by Coco Cola
And chocolate filled with bubbles.
Now Joseph’s coat of many colours
Would have stayed and never faded,
If he had washed at 40
And used fairy radiated.
Yes G.O.D’s gone P.l.C so buy some stocks and shares
He’s 6.6 up 4.2 we’ll all be millionaires.
God Investments by Mark Fullick Original work 1980 Copyright 2003
Difficult to understand are the languages spoken by life
“he who works should eat,” but why the constant shift of the goal post?
Seriousness in following principles may lead one to be swallowed by the earth
I have always been an adult, let me be taken care of, like a neonate this day
So, I dashed to the nearest eatery with what should be enough.
Sitting in the restaurant gave me the grace of the countryside
a receptive bar tender thankfully indicates no alarm of fire or smoke
but the Menu condemns my class to neutralize any victorious smile,
half glass of a common drink and a piece of snack is not my trend,
nothing bad to have a first time in almost a lifetime.
Half way my meal, the one seated opposite me becomes too generous
to a limitless order he offers and gives the unsolicited visa
with the assurance of sponsorship from a well-populated pocket.
A massive top up from my command that flowed with audacity
as half my table causes, in the arena, an arm-length of goose bumps.
Those in white suddenly come in to capture a refugee of mental institution,
a threat to society who escaped, and he sits right in front of me,
it was six to one; yet the drag to the door is labored.
When bad luck meets greed, misfortune grows to a grandfather
I stare in irredeemable shock to my order that can feed half an orphanage.
Sponsorship
People complain about constant sponsorship,
But continue to be a consumer.
People only tell the truth if it’s beneficial,
Or maybe that’s just a vicious rumour.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Heart with Joy suffused,
Later Help refused!
So, No Hopes infused,
It’d remain confused…
A Factory Worker,
For twelve years Dock Worker;
One could not be great,
If one would just wait.
“Who does jams his gate
To walk with poor gait:
Who does ends up ‘Poor,’
About this ‘For Sure’
Denied sponsorship
He won’t sail his ship:
The Refused, Confused!
Confused, The Ill-Used.
Cut from the same cloth, certainly didn't apply
I'd lived twenty places, was born to improvise
You had one home, parents, sister, two nephews
Persistance forced my flighty spirit to accept you
Invited to hang with your family on usual basis
Questions about my background always evaded
Overheard your Dad say after a dinner one eve
" Son, truly.... Get a nice girl, not so zany - leave"
As would most men aged 24, in new relationship
With age 19, you paid no heed, an excuse to slip
Finally away from the family home, we moved
Interstate, far from scrutiny, habits disapproved
A year passed, dreams and dramas wrestled
Competed for front row view of young love nestled
Between marital bliss, mortgage payments, careers
Told folks we relied on your income, truth more severe
Four nights a week exotic dancer took a heavy toll
Your folks hassled you, different girl a better goal
" See how good Mum's been to me," he implored
Soon after discovered my job, they took no more!
Arrived on next flight - your Dad stupidly locked me out
Enraged, I pay most the mortgage, he couldn't discount
Hours later, he emerged scowling, dragged you elsewhere
I struggled to digest your choice, sudden diminished care
Rough days passed, your invasive Dad in your ear
You came to see me despite his advice not to come near
Announced you'd decided to return, to sponsorship offered
Engineering degree, future safe, my funds they scoffed at
Twenty years onward, confounded by that night's velocity
Dangled disheartening aspect, our perfectly drawn ferocity
Sobbing estatic cries mingled greasily, future severed us
Relishing your resurrection, impossible stood impervious
Worshipping each crest and crevice, tears wiped, wet again
Pleasure mounted meal of now, rubbed sliced, salted in pain
Wounds of what was coming consumed core and limbs
Sunset and sunrise conjoined, ongoing herald of eroticism
A piece of time formatted only for small minds
Its like you watching cable for wisdom
And I Got sattelite image in high definition
And its formatted to all time wide screen
So its not a poem its a experience
Lets dim the lights close the blinds
Call on a Indian and a reptile king
And relearn not all words are transcendent
So yea, I'm shaking my head at alot of men
Who were given a gift only to exploit and misuse
Bought and censored are another word used
Sponsorship.
Enough money they take for material gain
Selling their responsibility for power
And buy into the things that first had them bounded
So I laugh at all these wealthy who are confused
Think they got talent when they shop for words
And take the credit.
Because all those words and never said nothing
Useless phrases, wordplay and rhythm
Nothing you say ever transcended
Any further than lips on their narcissistic heads
If you are not plugged in you are tuned out.
Hey!
A whole lot of inspiration from a loyal friend,
Does he not give you the sponsorship for this trip?
No one have you in mind,but he cares for you,
Hearts are broken with no intimations for mending,
I come for you,
The battle is weighing your capacity,
It is the refix of apostolic tragedy,
The ultimate sword is out from your hand,
It's nonowhere to be found,
The armour on you is destroyed into pieces,
The ornaments and all your weapons are gone,
It's tragic and very sad,
Breathing uncontrollably towards defeat,
You're now in a different space,
My heart rejoice for your coming here,
Circled without casualty from an axis,
Pain,heartbreak,discouragement and brutes,..the earth cultivate,
He wants you to be what you think you can't be,
His hand was the conceited bomb in smashing the opponent's head,
Got to keep closer to him,...is not a dream,
Always waiting for your command,
Just say,"I believe" ,
When you feel him around,
He is in a waking shoe,with a strong fastened lace,
No soul can untie,
Some say,"...is statutes to reform the Tempe is so high",
I think this lies in self decisions and convictions,
What then will score this best unending security?
What do we guess?
Only little time to prepare for this good friend's return,
Those around you might be dismayed for their existence,
For the soon coming battle is for your coated faith,
There's no rumour when multitudes will be dispersed on the streets,
Weariness definitely is waiting for you,
And the sponsorship is real,
Catch you after the trumpet is blown!
Brings expansion to life in style and grace,
Independency destroys affectionate lace.
Reality of dual sponsorship, nature’s base,
Delivers such beauty in everyone’s face,
Securing the future of a perpetual place,
All aspects of life and death take time.
Not to be stopped, for it would be a crime.
Directed in circles each one a new prime,
Birds, bees, animals, even humanity and trees,
Each one has procreation, as well in the seas.
Explaining it is difficult among many degrees.
Sincerely, life would end, without each of these.
With its own refreshing taste…
Any life from it severed, an unarguable waste,
Now seemingly abstract, soon fiercely concrete:
A pair of good shoes for all feet!
Before me solidly sketches a wing,
The palpable symbol of this inalienable thing
That one from Africa can lift
To places farther by the widest shift.
From one freedom is promptly taken away
After senselessly toying with The Law:
Persons by inviting offences led astray
And now to head for some prison door.
Freedom’s foremost friend is the loosest Tongue
Always graphically able to portray a scandal:
A sponsorship of exhaled air from the lungs,
Neatly picturing the scandals of Vandal…
Freedom’s forever sworn enemy is a curfew
Maximum scanty prisons imitating Nephew.
I had won a sponsorship on a sailing ship,
I was ecstatic it was right up my street.
Trouble is, I was to go in hospital.
But I was promised I would be fit, to join the fleet.
I woke up from my surgery
It was over and I wanted time to go faster,
My lifetime trip, I could almost see,
But I was in bed now, and covered in plaster.
For my trip, I waited what seemed an age
Patience, not being my best virtue.
A sailing ship to learn how to sail,
‘You can go.’ Said the surgeon
‘That I promise you.’
Don’t worry you will be up and about
This is what the operation is for.
I promise you will be able to go
Even though, it will still be a bit sore.
They put special lamps on to dry the cast;
I wanted to know how long this plaster will last.
He looked at me and in a voice devoid of feeling;
‘Oh six weeks is needed to repair the bones.’
I cried, and raised my eyes to the ceiling.
‘Well how can I go on a sailing ship? I cried,
I felt my heart was breaking fast.
‘I need to unfurl sails and be able to climb the mast
How am I now, to do this, and sail the ocean blue?
That is the main question that I am asking you.’
‘My job is to make you well;
And necessary if I find it,
I will plaster you from head to foot,
Never mind just your foot and hip.’
‘I say you can go, but up to me, it may not be.
But that’s not my problem, really - in all reality.’
He lied to me to get me in hospital,
My trip was duly cancelled.
I was thirteen years old at the time,
And on this my feelings rankled.
They sent me a photograph of all those on the ship,
It was supposed to make me feel good;
I took it badly at the time,
But then I think any thirteen - year old would.
They may as well have slapped me in the face
As compensation, I thought it a disgrace.
A year passed, I won again, and this time I could go.
I won the “Best Sailor Cup” award,
And I still have it to show.