Long Marketing Poems
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Have some fun.
Presentation of self.
Afterlife functional illusion.
If your memories don't heart attack or cancer out
or from traffic accident
how will you effortlessly flush them out?
You must give yourself to man
be more selfless.
Do one thing well. Flute.
History final. F is for fiction.
Nature's philosophical partner
afraid, affectionate, forceful, confused!
Within a tradition, fine to know what you're doing.
Polka dots and moonbeams. I'm old fashioned.
Noh, opera, film.
File with business cards.
What's the offer?
Free marketing. Unusual reflections.
Why fight fires, floods?
Hurricanes and other acts of the Father. As for man's
fate, what has this to do with the temperamental, fragile self.
Power failure
just as we were fixing dinner.
The white egret ate fish after fish, one then another then another,
forever . . . .
As democratic minds continue to work LeftBrain Yang-hard and strong,
yet resiliently paced,
and RightBrain Yin-smart,
flowing smooth,
resonantly graced,
Earth grows deeper and wider polypathic outcomes
restoring peace
by non-violently responding to past climate injustices,
Inviting patient good humor
despite wounded free-loaders stingy past
without sufficient faith in positive therapeutic investment.
Not begrudged investment in silent bad faith,
expecting only more negative Win/Lose compromises,
eventually devolving into economic
and ecological gridlock losses,
total eco- and ego-systemic stuckness,
personally and politically disempowered,
disengaged,
failing to thrive.
Deterring aggression is unlikely
to those investing in and with swords,
automated rifle associations,
marketing sales of fear-mongering weapons
and walls
and martial laws.
Deterring violent aggression is more likely
to those investing in and with redemptive WinWin compassion,
cooperative global health associations,
advocating and mentoring gospel communion experiences,
WinWin wealth of grace,
love,
compassion,
trust
as LeftBrain defined,
RightBrain refined,
by not LoseLose absence of health,
trust,
compassion,
grace under Win/Lose fire
of competitive Business As Capital Infested,
over-invested,
under-arrested
by webs of resilient cooperative ownership
management
governance
responsibility
healthy wealth accountability,
historical recountability
RealTalk,
in 4D LeftBrain YangSpace,
RightBrain wall-less webbing bilateral YinTime.
I will not hold your golden trophy high above MY head
Or wear your name engraved with cheap polyester thread
I’m so sorry you can’t decide what to wear today,
Will it be the Christian Dior or the Versace green lamay?
Your Jimmy Choos click-clack across pedestals that we have built
And we polish your statues that glow without guilt.
Did you really get paid millions for just reciting Macbeth?
As a trickle down economy allows us to scramble for what’s left.
Our nations school teachers can’t feed their own,
while our firefighters are dying of cancers unknown.
As our bellies swell and our hearts deplete
your SOLD OUT and we can’t make ends meet.
But we still continue to worship, love and adore
Blinded by the shiny smiles, screaming for more
Facebook, twitter and selfies infest are minds
keeping us preoccupied, oblivious to the times.
Stocks are up but my credit card is at its max
all I got was an extra twenty dollars from my latest income tax.
Fake Louis Vuitton on a budget and inflated Nikes by the pair
As they flaunt their riches and successes in our blank stare.
We paid for their ivory towers with large gates to keep us at bay
no invitation to dinner as our struggle gets harder each day.
Un news worthy lives, overprice items with enticing marketing schemes
Owning the latest I-phone feeling you are living the American dream
REALLY, another reality show, “Oh Gee Golly I can’t wait”,
Wake up, pay attention. But I think it's too late.
Is technology and Beyoncé our new gods of choice?
As politicians rewrite their own reality, muting our voice.
We pride ourselves in others lives attempting to forget our own
Bowing down as they step across our backs, ascending their iron throne
We created this disparity as their influences make us crave for more.
But the rich are getting richer while we remain poor.
momma mia man date
comb the second Sunday during month of May
can be traced back to ancient Greeks and Romans
festivals held
to honor mother goddesses Rhea and Cybele
setting precedent for Mother's Day
where early Christians fancied festival
known as “Mothering Sunday.”
Fast forward to the early
twentieth century 1908 when
Ann Maria Reeves Jarvis (a social activist then,
and community organizer
during American Civil War) era to quieten
grief fraught era also cited
as informally memorializing her mother,
who begot said noble men
touring daughter
paying homage to woebegone
lachrymose role with accolades
to endure tragedy and loss put upon
child bearing women,
this event held (rain or sun)
at St Andrew's Methodist Church
in Grafton, West Virginia, which did quicken
in subsequent decades to formal fete,
where poets (like me) did open
the special occasion with ranked midshipmen
commercialization cropped as ken
be expected by the early 1920's imbolden
greeting card companies such as Hallmark gen
er rated a market (money making of course) even
though Jarvis believed companies sought profit
NOT prophet, thus misinterpreting
and exploiting idea of Mother's Day and met
aforementioned founder, who tried to jet
tis sin the vulgar appetite of the ole mighty dollar,
but her lofty ambition did get
thwarted by mass marketing
the quaint idea,
plus she feared going in debt
and though the industry
(initially proposed entailed low key
acknowledgement, the originator
(Ann Marie Jarvis) still esteemed re
formed unsanitary living conditions with zee
less ness and aplomb
set a course where greater longevity doth hum
all because, she sought to regale "mum."
Eating a bowl of Post Shredded Wheat
Is like eating big clumps of dead grass
Now I know why horsies simply can't wait
For the time between meals to pass
We feed 'em this stuff to reward these guys
Has anyone asked them their thoughts?
Might be surprised at the answer you'd get
“We'd rather be eating smelly socks”
Someone once said many decades ago
It will give your kiddies strong bones
So we feed 'em these horrible clumps of dead grass
It's why they can't wait to leave home
Don't be fooled by this marketing ploy
It's the cheapest damn stuff they can find
It grows in the field almost everywhere you look
They must think we don't have a mind
Post Shredded Wheat, what horrible stuff
It's not fit for human consumption
Please sign my petition to ban it forever
Absolutely no value, my assumption!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Questions and Answers
We are overloaded with responses
To questions we care little about:
What to buy and other nonsense--
Marketing crap without a doubt
Seems the only questions that matter
Are the ones that help you know yourself.
They're the ones with no right answer,
That one must answer for oneself.
(chorus)
What do you have worth living for?
What do you think’s worth dying for?
Does something make you greater than you are?
What down here most sets you free,
Helps you become what you want to be?
What is the dream that will take you far?
Who or what is your guiding star?
If you could filter out all the clutter,
The media makes us hear and see,
And let your mind be still like water
To ponder what it means to be.
What do you have worth living for?
What do you think’s worth dying for?
Does something make you greater than you are?
What down here most sets you free,
Helps you become what you want to be?
What is the dream that will take you far?
Who or what is your guiding star?
If think you’ve found some answers,
Please feel free to share.
If think you’ve got some answers,
Please feel free to share.
If think you know the answers,
Please feel free to share.
All chocolate comes from the cacao trees
They grow best in tropical vicinities.
The tree first grew in Central America
although most of them now grow in Africa.
A portion of them also comes from Asia.
Equatorial climate proves most ideal,
so the tree has plenty of pods to reveal.
The pods on the trees contain many small beans.
These beans have to dry by the usual means.
They have to spend many hours in the sun
before any further processing is done.
Once dry, they are processed with fermentation.
They get chocolate liquor through extraction.
The beans have to be shipped to facilities
where they are scoured for all impurities.
The brown dried beans are then roasted for some time;
long enough to bring out flavor that’s sublime.
Further along in this commonplace process,
butter is extracted by hydraulic press.
They add alkali and emulsifier,
along with sugar and vanilla flavor,
to a thick consistency that would favor
pressing into molds that are briskly shaken.
Air bubbles escape; solid bars are taken
to another room for wrapping and packing.
Finished products are ready for marketing.
'Quality is Job One' is a great marketing tool for the Ford Motor company.
Until a cure is found, quality of life becomes secondary to survival itself.
After survival is achieved, life, as usual, becomes a matter of discussion.
Rationale and certain constitutional rights are also set aside until the cure,
And until then, like an orchestra, the world must act as one great ensemble,
Never quitting or compromising but working in concert to maintain life and order.
Time for unity is critical, even if it means giving up usual places and spaces.
Isolation is not the goal of a world in lockdown mode, but disease control
Necessitates measures unlike any I have seen in my entire lifetime.
Economies all around the world are suffering from hardships, and people are afraid.
"Deliver us from evil" is more than a memorized prayer; it is the cry of the hour.
My latest doctor's appointment took place over the telephone; I was heard but not seen.
Yesterday, I transported my daughter to the grocery store and missed my church
Services over the internet, but I did not miss my daily meetings with God.
Technology is great, and high tech fellowship is lovely, but I arrived home too late.
Outdoor opportunities have been curtailed, but I'm doing my exercises indoors.
Retirement is still serving me well, but I'm praying for others who are really suffering.
Yearning for better days is not a good recipe in quarantine, so I am doing housework, yard work, and praying more.
033020PoSpCtest, Quarantine Poems, Julie Leigh Rodeheaver. 3P
Our modern society is very deft
at exposing our bodies to emfs.
Wifi at the office.
Wifi in our homes,
and of course those emfs on our cell phones..
We live in the time of instant connections but
whose looking out for our bodies protection?
Electric companies replaced augmented meters
to eliminate the cost of meter readers.
Apartment and condo dwellers absorb the cost
in their bodies cell damage and cellular loss..
Whomever thought that smart meters were smart
when they cause cancers and impact the heart?
Companies now marketing shielding products
but they often appear unworldly, and some what robotic.
I guess I'm too old for this wifi wave so I'm off to
the hills to look for my cave.