She always thought she was a cut above others
The most beautiful, the richest , the best
A self confidence unbearably arrogant and explosive
When with her, peoples patience were put to the test
Outer beauty, plastic enhancements, riches is all that mattered
She was insincere, rude and vain
Never gave or did for another
In her eyes other women were unattractive and plain
Committed to a lunch work meeting
At a restaurant by the sea
It was a beautiful sunny day
Being with work plebs is not where she wanted to be
Glammed up to the eyeballs
She reluctantly arrived
Disgusted at having to be even near the plebs
She went to have a cigarette outside
She could see the plebs through the window
Looking at them down her perfect nose
Hoping to be rid of these deadbeats soon
In their embarrassing low budget clothes
Her negative ,superior body language was obvious
As she stood outside full of false pride
When several seagulls flew above her and let rip
Raucous laughter heard from the plebs inside
Categories:
enhancements, giggle, humor, judgement, self,
Form: Rhyme
One
Or two
Maybe three
Or perhaps, four
Five is pushing it
It’s surely never six
And seven would be insane
On eight my chin would hit the floor
But nine is just eight with enhancements
While ten almost outnumbers commandments
Ten means there’s someone for etheree one
Nine is four pairs and a spare, not two
Eight?…… two to the power of three
Seven? three boys, but girls - four ;-)
Six; break an egg - that’s five
Five - coochy coo: six
Four from seven?…
Three (not eight)
Two?….. nein!
Won? :-(
Categories:
enhancements, addiction, humorous,
Form: Etheree
There are surgeries for bigger boobs
And bigger butts, as well
As implants meant for males to thus
Enhance their size and swell.
An article that I just read
(New Yorker Magazine)
Described such a procedure
And the problems often seen.
Why someone’d choose to surgically
Enlarge, for ego‘s sake,
A body part that functions
Seems, to me, a huge mistake.
Categories:
enhancements, vanity,
Form: Rhyme
ADMIRATION OF ANTIQUITIES
fragments
advanced
as enhancements
unravel
incorporated
in original frames
partially pseudo
a near profile
enlivened by figures
so elegant
in elevated status
an
artistic
tradition
integrating& enduring
notions
from a
feathered
consciousness
efforts in the venerated
tradition
with predilections
so
renowned
in traces
of a particular
treatment
achieved&
envisioned
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Categories:
enhancements, poetry,
Form: Other
The Thresholds of Tomorrow
David J Walker
It is 1959 and
the television
is my constant companion
Comforting me during breakfast
Praying at noon over meals
Saying good night before
Turning out the light sparkling
Over its ghostly screen
Flickering gray & green
Retreating into infinity
Speaking of the expanse and
The advanced enhancements
Of 1960
When new math counts life by
the numbers 1-0
there will be no returning from
the thresholds of tomorrow
Categories:
enhancements, allegory, time,
Form: Rhyme
The Q Man
The Q Man was somebody who was different
He travelled the galaxies and universe doing a job
Flying a Type 6 spaceship interstellar style
Normal space travel took forever and a day
But his ship was a souped one off
With engine and fuel enhancements
Zipping from world to world to work
He lands in a remote place and hides
His pointed ship from observers or spies
And hikes to his location to do the job
The tool of his trade is a long range rifle
Made on Planet Earth three millennia ago
It’s fitted with modified 7. 62mm bullets
These kill every single life form from a mile
On normal blood and body organisms
Normal explosive bullets do the job
With insect like ones with an armoured body
Armour piercing acid bullets eradicate them
He has 3002 different bullet types to use
Each one killing a designated target
The contract killer with no home
Except between the stars in his ship
Living for a dozen centuries extendable
You don’t want to mess with him
Nor be on his kill list as you’re ed
Zapped by an old skool high tech bullet
Fired by the best assassin there ever was
The Q Man and his rifle always on call
Categories:
enhancements, space, technology, voyage, war,
Form: Blank verse
Pioneers are frontier first responders,
More afraid of becoming than risking.
After a boundary is breached, the dice rolled,
Or a solution envisioned, come the sequiturs,
Each with enhancements for the thesis
To shade its sun and tame its winds
With their strictures of stasis.
Pioneers wither under conditions of such certainty.
Categories:
enhancements, courage, fear,
Form: Blank verse
This is an age old story
it could be a country song.
Some may find it enchanting
while others say it’s wrong.
I like home automation
and the feeling of control
the response to simple voice
commands seems to satisfy my soul.
I got into it slowly
but it soon got out of hand
when on a cold black-Friday
I bought an automated man.
His physique wasn’t all that defined
and I wouldn’t have called him handsome
but soon I was trolling the aftermarket
for jail-broken enhancements.
He can’t take his eyes off me,
his omelettes are the best,
and when he puts his arms around me
- he never needs to rest.
My mom appreciates him,
his work ethic has her impressed.
She has no idea how handy he is
as he helps me get undressed.
My friends say, “Wow, you look HAPPY!”
I feel I’m blooming like a flower.
I anxiously wait for him to fully charge
and we have unscheduled hours.
p.s. I write short stories too =]
Categories:
enhancements, 11th grade, satire, sensual,
Form: Rhyme
It is when we traverse our waning years,
with some embellishing enhancements,
or any medical type of any intervention,
then realize there is no justice to aging.
2020 January 14
WHEN and THEN Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jenish Somadas
Categories:
enhancements, age,
Form: Free verse
Feminism
Nude women pose, showing off their wares,
To thirsty gentlemen with debonair wolf stares
Where money and pedigree stock distinguish
Them a cut above the common people; and pricey hookers
With plastic enhancements pasted in paint, solicit their company.
And so these permissive women take the lead and allow,
Others to teach their daughters provocative attitudes,
In body use, that is pleasing to captive audiences,
Who idolized them as talented and beautiful,
And intellectually liberated, whatever your perspective;
It is a dangerous degradation of feminism to justify,
This mother and daughter relationship that can be infectious,
With historical examples, in male-dominated cultures.
Prostitution is not gainful employment nor a profession.
Categories:
enhancements, abuse, perspective, political, truth,
Form: Sonnet
The morning’s enchantment
The sun is bright like shiny copper
The air smells of the ocean like lobster
Irritants are low with visions considered
Level are the tones of gray
Focused secludedly on the prospects of the day
In the swallow of dismay
Daisies blossom along the way
Concluded are the smothering of the sun’s rays
Giving birth to the fluorescence array
Life in the mist of day
Clouds cover the elements at play
Producing the waters that fill the bay
Streams, rivers, and ponds
The wind works the temperature con
Cooling the surface of complexities like tron
Open avenues, meadows and a fawn
Sleepy residents of dawn
The morning chill received by the silent calm
Of the beginning of night’s release
Upon the show of brilliance like hot grease
The moon follows the stars into retreat
Leaving the stage for the ball of fire to creep
Across the wide expansion
As the darkness dissipates from the mansion
Breathe the endless possibilities of enhancements
And feel the morning’s tranquil enchantment
By Jack Earl Williams jr
Memories
Searching for existence in time gone
Looking back at the explosion of attitudes
Expressions of truth vaguer and rude
Categories:
enhancements, allusion, angel, appreciation, autumn,
Form: ABC
Electile Dysfunction
By Franklin Price
11/25/2016
Electile dysfunction
That condition comes to mind
Was not a firm election
In November we would find
Adversaries used enhancements
As they tried to screw the Trump
He got elected anyway
Opponents took it in the rump
The people chose to be involved
The establishment went limp
Trump won a firm election
I think I saw it on the blimp
Now the election's over
Electile dysfunction's done
Give Donald's intercourse a chance
To see if he's the one
We can provide enhancement
Stand erect, feet on the ground
Raise eyes and find the flying flag
Red, white and blue is still around
Categories:
enhancements, political,
Form: Rhyme
Enhancements
Sapphire oranges glowing red,
disoriented mind, mixed up head.
Bright colors kaleidescoped dead,
tired eyes it's time for bed...
Freezing sunlight sweating skin,
heat torched goose bumps of sin.
Tropical shivers hullicinations begin,
I just don't know if I can do this again...
Categories:
enhancements, confusion, deep, depression, psychological,
Form: Rhyme
I am here on the red carpet at the VMAs and Young Rapper is sporting a Kevlar liner under AR500 plates front and back with RattleSnake Armor enhancements on his other vital areas. Best in show....
Kudos to the designers. Bravo. Bravo.
Categories:
enhancements, america,
Form: Prose Poetry
Continuing On
What if a love poem leaned towards writing
And wanted it to be eccentric yet still exciting
Filled with love, romance and much emotion
My mind was blown away by a big explosion.
So should moving poem be so surreptitious
Full of enhancements and also expeditious
Trying to arouse your interest in poetry
And thankful mine has no mediocrity.
Are outstanding and exceptionally splendid
Which is exactly what ruthlessly was intended
Now there is another beautiful new dawn
Will write more poems while continuing on.
PS. If you care to notice, there are no "I's",
and a few ands, and no buts, or's or nor's,
or eithers either and no not any neithers,
When your exceptional ability explores.
Oh, and what anyway are hyperboles?
Categories:
enhancements, humorous, hyperbole,
Form: Couplet
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