Best Tags Poems
SHOES, BAGS AND TAGS
I’ve got a thing for handbags, all shapes and sizes
It’s a bother changing, but the occasion always arises
Whether pink, black, white, or brown,
Alongside others, I never wear a frown,
Bags for every season, which allows me different disguises!
Then of course there’s shoes, but here look at the sizes,
And at the heel, not cool to tumble, there’d be reprises,
Bags and shoes must now be matching,
Message sent, prefer to be quite fetching,
My choice is dice dependant, and how everyone surmises!
TAGS
TV tells the stories that connect us,
Get the benefits you deserve.
Of course, everyone knows
There is nothing worse than dingy clothes.
Open a bottle of pop
And you open happiness.
It’s amazing what you’re capable of.
A diamond says love.
We’re going to make the world skinny
One slap at a time.
Take a fruit break.
Never give up your right to be fake.
Wear your skin proudly,
Love the skin you’re in.
Your underarms are ready when you are.
Beauty is confidence,
Get the look.
Live like never before.
What’s better, less or more?
We sell fun for less,
What’s in your wallet?
Think with your mouth,
Change your life with bacon.
Nurture your nature.
Get back to normal, whatever your normal is.
You’re gonna love my nuts.
Have a happy period.
The Source, I want that.
You gotta get it to get it.
*NOTE: I take no credit for having written any of these lines, each one is a "tagline" from TV commercials. My only contribution is the order in which they appear. It is dedicated to the memory of Marshall McLuhan who stated "the media is the massage" (not a typo) and to Freddie Robinson Jr who convinced me to post it. Hope you enjoy.
he sits then stands
then sits and stands again
car tag renewal
Here we are, there we go
here i am, there you are
how can we be the cause of each others pain still
"Everytime i think about you i dont know its either im happy or sad
hoping not just to play you, but hey you try to do the same thing
im sorry if i seem weak or if i try too hard
my heart hurts to see an old friend when she looks at me with her head down
oh i dont know tomorrow i might go to jail
all in one night i jeapordized my freedom
cause im so hotheaded, hotblooded passion that pulls up, with your hair pulled back
then you let it fall down and then i get out this mess im in, you know i will, u know i will
i know with me everyday its something else,
im always trying to be good but i always end up doin bad things i know im mean to you in a bad way. i guess im not right in the head becuz all i see is a vision of a man when i lay down, except last night when i talked to you , you looked so worn out stressed out, why would you be with him when you could be with the man that u love still, its okay whatever you want its your choice, just please consider how much hangs in the balance, i dont even know if its talent, if im talented, or just sick of these lame conversations that people have with me, talking about all their troubles,but i have so many i cant even think straight
but i concentrate on the solution and i usually dont treat you with the love i feel becuz i dont love you if you dont love me, im sorry im a playa, im a crook, convict con-artist, tryin to find a way in your heart just so i can hurt him, i flip and turn words twist and bend the truth, make up *****just to send to u, becuz im trying to break down the fortress of your heart, count my attempts add em up, cross another day out on my calender, there goes another month, cross another month off my calender, and we collide so different then what we use to be, use this use them but dont try to use me or put me in their group girl, no enemy can stop me, even when men set the net, let their own foot be caught, slip and slide away, not trying to be slick with, or run game on you, so dont try to run game on me,
i speak to inanamic object
get up and walk now
go tom to the block house
but watch out
your a ninja be smart now
wait it, aint it painted
he said yes it's kinda crazy
i used to just sit there all day and
daydream
wishing about becoming everything i seen
i can't wait to check and set the scene
im thinking damndest thing i ever seen
An icechest speaking its enticing
he said im use carrying things by the cases
and i never leaked a day in my life
and i only spilt once since they built me
im serious he stole beer from me im furious
well tom report to me as soon as you handle business
u seem serious son, you've peeked my interest
he's like well sit here for a second be back in minute
im so high off the thought of just walking
here i go floating gentle as brreeze as gradual as a slope
whoa hold up i know her i recognixze that ass man
Thats Jazimine she used to sit on me every saturday
well hell all of a sudden im feeling lucky
but he trust me and i got a job to do
then i hear a voice saying now u got 2
what ever the order just take a pick
he said when i was created
I heard a voice saying always make a piece ass wait on me
It’s another day in paradise; and the girls are oh so fine
It’s another day in paradise; and I’m in the welfare line.
There’s no bread up in my cupboards; and my peanut butters dry;
There’s no bread now in my pockets; and my woman’s with some guy.
I no longer smoke; but my girl she smokes in bed;
The doctor says that’s just as bad; and I could wind up dead.
My baby doesn’t know me; she says I’m not her dad.
And her mother talks about me; she claims that I’m just bad.
It’s another day in paradise; and the frost has killed my plants;
And my sugar got invaded; by a colony of ant’s.
There’s nothing in my coffee pot; there’s nothing in my fridge;
And my girl says I should jump with her; off the San Mateo Bridge.
Heaven help me someone; my set is analog;
And the leash I have is broken; that I used to walk the dog.
Isn’t life just wonderful; isn’t life just grand;
Maybe I should play kazoo; in some wash tub band.
I know i showed you how to deal with false friends as false as their words are
as far as their heart is from you, but here i am bearing all not even caring who hears me
as long as you hear me say i love you, drink a shot of vodka to chase the pain away, text you then step away, do you even listen to everything i say to you, its real threats, real situations, real friend that i am still, im not saying im the realist mofo but i fight his ass with spyglass spyware, the fox is always chased by hounds girl, and the fox dosnt always get away unless your there to run too, not a coward to run from, i just like to be tricky evasive as my pain flows, in case you think isay gold, love is not something that can be purchased, as i search your heart girl i find love there, well said spoken so elegantly, words beating on the door of your heart, you say its okay just come in, im getting my hair done, im thinking when i get the chance i will come see you, well we will see soon if im even here, i may have to go away, its okay i guess God says to tell you that i care and think about you all the time, i know i fell two hearts break will they ever heal, im still the same man and i have a lot of love for you, bye bye see you on another day who knows when, I hope the Lord makes me into what He said He was, A Man of God, I dont mock Him, im just still the same old sinner i always was, i put it all in the Lords hands, i pray to be a good father a good son, a good man because u need one, and yes im still the same Tim the one that still feels your pain still. R&B Beat Desire Tags. BlitzBeats. com
This a test I see?
My skills on the line this time,
The “King” has chosen.
New kid on the block,
Now called the prince of Haiku,
I accept and kneel.
The day almost done,
As light surrenders to night,
The pressure rises.
Palms soaked pure sweat drips,
The quill trembles in my grasp.
Must not disappoint.
What style to complete,
Must dazzle King of Haiku.
Choka a challenge.
Must follow his steps.
For you my King a tough choice
You’re prince will perform.
My note now complete,
The task to choose the victim.
Search for souls to tag,
My eyes burrow deep,
Carolyn Devonshire.
Tag your it my dear!
By: Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 05/20/09
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*I couldn't resist Carolyn. Your such a good friend in so short of time. :-)
Dog Tags
By David J Walker
My Dog-tags remain
chained
Still hanging
On a hook inside my
Closet door
For years now
The same
Except for the occasions that
Remind me of why I
Wore them
And
Why I still keep them
With my
Last name first
First name last
Middle initial
Service number
Blood type
And religion
Everything one needs to
Know
To get me back home
The tinny tinkling
Sound
Of them around my
Neck
As I walk
The P-38 C-Rations
Can opener that every
Experienced soldier regarded as
Essential
Well
My Dog-tags were
Essential
For three years
And thereafter only on
Special occasions that I needed to
Feel them clanking between my
Shirt and skin
Before then
From my middle years
I could only
remember
And remember
And remember
For so many years
The memories
Would not stop
Would not fade
Would not go away
As each would invade
My every day
Every day
Every day
But the
Abacus
Keeps count
as the days turn into
Years
And
A metamorphosis occurs
Perspective
Has not made me necessarily
wise
Though perhaps
Gracious and
thoughtful
when I finally realize
the enemy wore
dog tags too
And now
As I am old
I can hold them
we can be friends
the kind that
after many years
finds reasons to
laugh again
so
It’s ok with me
If my Dog-tags rest
Upon my chest
and
They may be helpful to
Explain
Who I was
As I’m taken back home
Again
The pigeon arrived,
With rays of the morning sun;
Amongst dew's first kiss.
A pleasant morning,
Full of splendorous brisk air;
Magnificent bliss.
Word from my steward,
Graces the rolled parchment scroll;
My torch has been lit.
Ruben sent his note,
Expressing that he tagged me;
And now I am it.
With my royal pen,
I ponder the soul I’ll tag;
As the day unfolds.
The Queen of Footle..?
Perhaps not, she’s been away;
Who will I bestow..?
I search my minds eye,
Eating my cluster of grapes;
Before I address.
Selecting the man,
Known as the Prince of Haiku;
Nathan Bane Leccese.
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* Nathan, you are it!
ah...the fm radios old rock
and classical stations be
my mind for the day...
then...the news cast echoes
of the dark shadows of
an all out war over...
the...whole middle east with
real possibilities that it
may include use...
of...the nuclear weaponry from
many different sources for
profits and or power...
stan sand
Nameless.
Unassigned.
Invisible.
Wanting so much,
yet fearing even more.
Too aware to pretend.
There are things
you simply cannot play.
No matter how long you practice
the art of acting.
I am the doer
What I do
Is what I am..
A statement of
Separation..
An identity
With the wave
And disregard
Of the ocean..
A beautiful story
Which may not
End..though a
Nagging desire
Tags along...