Best Trademarks Poems
I joined this site called Poetry Soup
So I could write about turds or poop
I’m not sure that some folk in this group
Know humor, or are just out of the loop
I was stunned to be awarded Poem of the Day
I was so thrilled, I didn’t know what to say
Until trolls on the site made nasty remarks
But their bullying ways are their trademarks
At first Soup was fun I’d read work late at night
But this year I have hardly logged on to the site
It’s a pity that I’ve been deterred from writing
I sought peace and quiet and not back biting
My poetry style is straight from the heart
Who cares if I write about a foul smelly fart
I don’t care if folk don’t like poems on flatus
Because I write for fun not poet laureate status
A- You measured me by my appearance and preconceived perceptions wondering if I fit the mold of black stereotypes;
B- Your gaze holds a gesture of tired impatience and wonder of if I self-hate because my color of skin don’t fit the American way of life or the prototype of what you think im worth because I am a different shade when I stand next to you in the light so I couldn’t possibly suffice how am I a blueprint that came with my own set of trademarks and copyrights;
C- We broke chains of submission and no longer are we bound with shackles by our feet the hold now resonates in minds;
D- Screams from ancestors that were heard across plantations as they got whipped from behind as the hunger for us to bow down before you fed appetites; now you ask why we got our hands up in name of black lives
A- You measure me by my appearance and preconceived perceptions wondering if I fit the mold of black stereotypes;
B- Your gaze hold a gesture of tired impatience and wonder of if I come from a broken home and if my mother’s a single parent struggling to survive and if the government pays for my home in which she tried provide, if the men in my family were part of murders and homicides;
C- Segregated for years because the pigment of our skin showed the difference in which we hoped many would accept; as buses filled and we set in the back further proving that we probably shouldn’t expect to be respected unless we lowered ourselves for your acceptance;
D- As I look at you staring back at me you wonder if I would slight you push you to fear and make you grab your gun in safety because that’s what unties you with others like you I shouldn’t possibly cause a plight it’s what ignites you; all in which coincides from a stereotype
Written by Lesha Trachelle
Wake not the passions you cannot tame:
A thin line there is between love and madness;
Lest you soon have yourself to blame,
Dear beautiful but an impatient mistress.
Even when in his fine eyes appear the sparks
Which at your sight seem like some magic,
Fall not too flatly for such trademarks
'Cause they could be far more than tragic!
That which often times disguises as passion,
Is nothing but a devastating monster
Which opens the door to vain obsession
—Oh, a feeling but a heartless life waster!
In between love and madness lies a thin line
Bordering every fragile mind by design.
Thoughts travel tenaciously through tunnels
Taking torpedoing trains to transcend time
Tempting tongues to talk to tittle tale
Twisting the truths in tones that tire
Telling trifling tit-bits that titillate
Transgressing tolerance that threatens
the tranquility that tension transports
Transforming trust transposing trepidation
These thoughts translate to treachery
Trespassing temperance taxing temerity
Terminate these turbulent trivial tributes
these trademarks they traffic tragedy
Teach themes that target the truth
Tutor those to try train them to tolerate
Treatise the triumphs that transpire
Transcript the treatment therapeutically
From Byron bay to Broome on rolling russet plains
beauty shine’s the Kimberly when the northern territory rains
My heart will always weep when the scent of wattle’s lost
gum trees out of sight my world lays unembossed
Kookaburra laughs as dawn lights us with grace
we really love to giggle even wearing egg on face
our words are sometimes drawled but wait theres a but
when we get excited ? is when things start heating up
In Pub’s and R.S.L’s your bound to meet good blokes
even cheeky sheilas who don’t mind a dirty joke
at everything we do we strive to reach the stars
even when we’re older and writing our memoirs
A country mixed in color of every different race
But every one of us Is a heartbeat of this place
creative souls are we building from red soil
everything we have was made from honest spoils
Kooris and the white folk get along alright
but sometimes when they drink they start aground to fight
the old men roar with laughter the ladies are aghast
publican runs yelling hes red enough to blast
Eucalypt and kangaroos are some of our trademarks
if you want to see real beauties our forests cant be past
mountain streams and waterfalls we really have it all
even in a snowfall we’ve had a bloody ball
Whiteness lines our shores kissed with foamy waves
lining round our border is a multitude of caves
rain-forest glistens plants are rich with life
I really hate to see them get in global strife
Cyclones rage our shores fire our summer nights
beauty rests within our hearts and red-gum minds
no different are our faces in this far-reaching world
but because a youthful land we are we’ve bowed our heads to toil
Wood Storks rock! They skewer
the word purer with a white-
on-white the envy of any housewife's
Monday wash, or laundry delivered home
by women with baskets on their heads
after drying in the noonday sun
in which only mad dogs and Englishmen go out,
(or those with no Sears Roebuck
connections).
Take heed, Ye hawkers of detergent
wares, lascivious for new insignia.
Send old trademarks to old obliv-ia,
Take a winged design to fly away grime.
And, while you're at it, add the color
red for bloodshed in the marketplace,
perfect hue for Madison Avenue.
In tropic times, our storks,
shelve safe haven from the branches
on which no one lays laundry-- only their
flawless selves. They know a storm
with a woman's name can put to shame
all others, and when Beryl's done
and on the run, they return to bond in
motherland, the moment seized:
a genetic lust for oedipal trees.
*Image of Original Gerber baby, Ann Turner Cook by KTVU.
R.I.P. Ann Leslie Cook, nee Turner
Ann Cook
Her look
Not name
Became
Households
Footholds
Aspects
Effects
Neighbor's
Favors
Charcoaled
Turned gold
Adored
Reward
Threshold
Behold
Quest and
Destined
Become
A mom
Four kids
Amids
Teacher
Writer
Thank you
Trueblue
My face
By grace
Glass jars
All-stars
Trademarks
Remarks
Sublime
Lifetime
Apprise
Demise
Gerbers
Furthers
Bless you
Adieu
Godsend
Ascend
*R.I.P. Ann Leslie Cook, nee Turner*
At five months old, she posed for their family's neighbor, Dorothy Hope Smith, who drew a charcoal sketch of her for a Gerber's baby-food contest. That charcoaled sketch became Gerber's iconic label when they opened and produced their products in 1928. For nearly ninety-four years of her lifetime, she has been in American homes, as well as, abroad. She died in her St. Petersburg, FL., home, (11/20/1926-06/03/2022) at 95.
2022 June 11
*6th Place*
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 June 12
Cover up on the obvious actually does pay
but with a cheque signed by foolishness.
It is folly to tape a broken egg to still maintain its preservation;
efforts on reversing the spilled porridge
destroys the importance of the usable one left.
Noise still remains same no matter how clothed in melody
a mediocre sound is still useless even with rhymes.
Disobedience to the book can ruin the sauce
a concocted soup is a catastrophe even with curry and thyme.
The taste has been ridiculed if
garnishing attempts land the fruit salad with lime.
An unplanned show attracts more mockery
even with stimulating screams and energizing mimes.
The heart’s disloyalty despite all intimacy
shows it’s either not the person or the time.
A bad product or an awkward brand
even with a heavy promo will not generate a dime.
A decaying carcass packaged in trademarks of fashion will still stink,
hence good can never be an upgrade from bad
and two opposites can’t be transformed into relatives.
Defining the spoilt to be condemned
to start afresh for a target so good is simple wisdom.
Life’s amazing choose finicky the`sessan of distinguishing essence by words of your complexities, copyrights the rights distinguishing hallmarks of your intellectual beauty’s.
Beauty displays the rights to express your intellectual logos are registered trademarks of your Life’s reserving rights of original artistical article’s preserved.
Around in the night underneath street lamp’s lights a star’s swaggers speaking wicked word’s of philosophy, “who shall endear love’s unconditional virtues” funneling life’s glitzy glamour.
The only vehicle of world’s transformation is the crazed thinking of prolific mind’s hovering pandering the crazy mind’s to the philosophy of a philosophical personal fee.
Underneath the nights bright lights a star’s swagger the essence of beauty a cherished personality.
Prolific mind hovering around pandering wasting no time catching the essence of intellectual beauty.
Hall marking the distinguishing essence of intellectual resilience becoming the hallmark of brilliance lighting the beauty of a personality with swagger.
Cherishing life’s intellectual logos marking earth’s seasonal premier.
Philosophical philosophy of a crazy mind pandering the crazed thinking of capital in prophets of a profitable time. To life’s astrology of star’s aligning in futures designs to dimensions of an era of passionate passions in life’s limited time.
Igniting the flames desire of futures fortunes, & burning the pasts misfortunes of the mislead.
Fame hovering around the star’s fortunes, interpretations of time to hold & unfold only time will tell. Lyrically bold leaving the past in the cold as histories passions of the old.
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Oh great. It is time to build a snowman in a fire place. Just ensure even placement and it is imperative to use the fire guard. Shrink sinking surrounding shaping shifting sailing sip. A shapeless garment on a large frame is jumping over road works now. Wow. A flying flurry of conquering onion and garlic pie with the scent of one star anise. And a bay leaf. Air no charging herd of bank notes to a horizontal horizon for horizontal happens here having horses, hounds and hippopotamus heals in a radius of two point eight circular twilight buds. Now move. Form a queue of nouns and get served by an asterisk shaped female. Whose antics in the pie aisle is packed with generically green grand groups and one smiling pea has now returned from a world cruise. Hahaha tinkling travelling trademarks trampling trampolining tyrannosauruses'. Hahaha collection of forks linking hands with the spoons then go sledging on a six wheeled bike. Ghanaian going out for dinner. Xxxxx multidisciplinary z that was the p Y Q reporting from a swirl of zones on a fifty acre cake. Z. Unilingual z and a diagram of a dish clapping. Z
Gasping for air, nostrils flare
At the profile of her elegant mare
Stroking the ground with each hoof
Rearing his dominance to the roof
He suspends moments in time
With each stride like a pendulum
The seductive sway of her trademarks
Pulsating the sinews of his thorax
The whip of her tail his jog
The whiff of his mane in sync
He’s the head, but she takes the lead
Pounding ahead like a thoroughbred
The body throbs like a heart muscle
Poetry in motion like a chartered vessel
Her hind drives with perfect rhythm
His gallop resounding the love anthem
They ride their whims like free spirits
Power is his course, stamina is her force
Torque is the body language they speak
Riding in unison to reach the intended peak
When I'm pining for the power to yield
Breaking all the branches I seize
Acres for the taking in a forest of mistakes
I can't see for the trees
I level
With the shallow playing field
Dreaming up a blueprint to floor you
Delicately drafting
Inconspicuously crafting
The grand facade before you
Where my art lies
The best is underwhelming
When it comes to helping
How I promised I woul...
So I'm peeking past the pitch of my prime
Modeling the modern stage
Perforating patience with a paradox
In place of where the sophist meets the sage
I level
With the hallowed bottom line
Hopeful like the point of a nail
Architecture fractures
In apocalyptic rapture
Where false frameworks prevail
There my heart lies
The beat is overwhelming
When it comes to helping
How I swore I could
I guess I'm knocking on wood
Knock knock knocking on wood
Excess
Will not lead to progress
Will not let me access
What I learned I should
Rid me of
Termites
Crawling into airtight
Trademarks of my disguise
Make me decide I'm good
When I'm just knocking on wood
Knock knock knocking on wood
Knock knock knocking on wood
© Michal Czechak 2016
It's very very very interesting to note that a seal in a barber shop can ask specifically for creases to be designed. And floors could be harbours. So how many boats? Yes, this is indeed the question asked by many fish. Escaping is their daily fun time. Playing with watery waves. No waterproofs. No tidal splurge. Blatantly ignoring a shrine to a shark. Opuses originally originate octagonally. Whilst cows of coast clap. Wow. Amazingly beautiful number of prancing prawns playing patio polo. Weary are the shells. Title of shells is dynamically driven. Innermost inherited inhabitants inhabit invoking inks. Wow. Trade travelling trademarks trampling. And a voltage grown from a frozen iceberg. 0 degree in a twenty-five knot turn. Wow. Whoop whoop whoop whoop. And the whole clandestine class of clam isn't an issue for a north sea ferry whose antics upon the ocean seem quite amusing to several two foot sea birds who laugh. Plus the world of goo goo goo goo is not a ga ga ga or a gee gee gee. Ok. Yachting seahorse. In a race. Bets are taken by the lobsters. In suits. Always with bow ties. Inclination of salt water then. Good. Have haha today? How comical!!! And now a ship. *** nautical nautilus nautili. Clap clap clap. *** oceanography z
WORD FOR TODAY: PATENT
Ideas and inventions have commercial value if packaged as a PATENT
The document legally prevents any unauthorized use of the CONTENT
Many inventors have been plagiarized because the attack was LATENT
Pirates usually have subtle ways of stealing ideas; they hide the INTENT
Harsh reality is these beneficiaries of others’ sweat are INCOMPETENT
Registering trademarks, ideas and inventions make them quite POTENT
© Wole Popoola 2016
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