Long Promotion Poems

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Talus Sports Wrestling
From the Desk of;
Non Sono Affari Tuoi
President of Sports America LLC



Metacognition___________________________Promoting or Organizing
                     
                     Semantics
                     Bloom's Taxonomy
                     Performance Principle
                     Historical Aspects of the Business and Industry
                     Diversification
                     
                     Development of modern management 
                     Promotional Skills
                     impact of endorsements
                     Sunk Cost Fallacy
                     Myths
                     Theory of Constraints
                     Professional Sports Wrestling
                     Brass Promotion
                     Individual Promotion

                     Rule Book
                     Rules about prohibited moves,
                     Disqualifications  
                     How to win
                     Formats
                     Tag Team Rules
                     Ring Counts
                     Rope Breaks
                     Winning the Match
                     Kayfabe
                     Titles and Trophies
                     Contention and Rankings
                     Scribble and Scrap
                     Staccato/Legato Entrance Sounds
                     Angles (pitched) or confirmed
                     Allowance of Meddling (journalist)
                     Backoff Rule or Ragmireor overstepping(journalist)
                     Inclusive (management and press)made for Journalist                                                         
                     Studio Bout
                     Arena Bout
                     Clown-Show (no outcome is expected;used to recreate)
                     Duration
Form: Bio


Premium Member Try Just One More Time

Life is a journey 
It is not a hundred meter dash
It is a marathon of curves and twists
That unfolds in stages

Every phase serves a purpose 
In the university of life
No matter how brilliant you are
You cannot be given double promotion 
You must undergo and pass every course
For every course is for a purpose

As you ride through life stop-overs
Refuse to be stuck at red lights of life
Keep your eyes on the ultimate price
Be focused and resilient 
Persist and  become winners
Quitters can only lose
Keep your hands fasten on the plough
Let go only when you try just  one more time!

Internet Killed the Video Stars

An album once a year – a cushy job!
They toured to flog the disc. It’s called ‘promotion’.
From Paul McCartney’s Wings to Billy Ocean,
they did their vids to earn a couple of bob.
In those days, Stayin’ Alive was not a prob,
since every Aucklander, each Nova Scotian
aspired (was wired) to do the locomotion.
Though Patty Hearst could steal, she could not rob.

Today it all occurs on Spotify.
No videos are made now. People ‘stream’.
Epocs of plenty pass. The pendulum swings,
and groups who don’t play live are groups who die.
There are no Doobey Brothers, Canned Heat, Cream.
The truth? I’d rather hear the Gypsy Kings.
Form: Sonnet

Oh and then

What is it with the fans and the guy known as 
" Big Meanie" Maze? Some may be used to calling
him "The Craze" of Fresno: there were he defeated
Five reigning champions in one night! An off the grid
Superstar who once wrestled(defending against two
top notch contenders:.when his partner defaulted
and refuse to make the date, he was lefted to defend by
himself). "They made a mountain out of a mole hill: my
Partner was a jerk: the promotion wanted me to find a new 
partner , I said screws you and took the job and retained!"
"I aint need no stinking partner!For the rest of my title
defenses my manager stood on  the apron while I did the work!"
One night I bought a Big maple syrup barrel in the ring
with pillows tied around it: the jerk ref asked where was my partner,
I say's you son of a bytch: can't
you see the barrel of fun I just came in ith"
The barrel had a uprise.at the end of the match, my new partner
crawled from under the ring
and got under the barrel and when I went for the tag, he jumped out!
The place went wild.
We began using the "Big Barrel of Fun" gimmick bring
a barrel ringside and dumping ah fella
in it getting the countout win.
Until them Big nastys came in to the terrotry.
Smuck and Numbskull ruined our reign.
They were nomanated as tagteam of the year six years in a row and won.
I gave up on tagging: then I became Champion of Champion
contender and Champion!
Report Filed by
Toyo Siku
From The Big City Journel
Column Six
the Panflute Report
Rassling Publications Inc
and Mid-day Media LLC

The new thang is this article come up on scene: the panflute signals
the start of the segment! This Guy is a jerk!
Form: Ballad

Premium Member It Ain'T My Fault!

It all began with Adam and Eve and that wily snake!
Eve was tempted and ate the fruit - that was the first mistake!
Adam was right there at her side and took a generous bite as well.
"'Tis Thy fault, Lord! 'Twas the gal Thou gavest me!" he was quick to tell!

Thus the blame game and "it ain't my fault" stratagems began,
Causing consternation with each generation since the genesis of man!
We tend to blame everyone and everything for the problems we create,
Even blaming Burger King and Pizza Hut for being overweight!

Moms' and dads' and their wayward offspring without fail,
Blame society for their kids offenses and ending up in jail!
Dad blames his boss when he's passed over for promotion.
Could it be that he lacked ***** and on-the-job devotion?

Wily politicians blame the other party when things don't go right.
Voters blame the other feller for electing fools adding to our plight!
The President blames The Congress for not supporting his schemes.
The Congress blames The President for most everything it seems!

Ain't it time we stood up and took responsibility for our actions,
And stop blaming everyone and everything for our dumb infractions?
Lord, I pray that I be among the very first to bring about a halt,
To the finger pointing and proclaiming, "Well, it ain't my fault!"

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

Placed No. 2 in Catie Lindsey's "Outrageous Rhyme" Contest - October 2010
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member 'bout that pixy chick

.

 That girlie in the promotion
        Top yourn writes
 That black and gold drapery
                 and 
    That diaphanous sleeve
                 yep
  mine behave hath cause'd
             it's drape's
               undress

    The nymph's gold curlz
                knot'd
                 mine

        Mine cool breathe
               tickle'd 
            hern dome
      bloom'n hern breast

           hern quiver'd
                 hern
         dream'd scream

                 herrr
          In mine torso's
                Limbz
                limp'd



*well it could uv'd
    ,)
Form: Burlesque

The Burden I Carry

I had a nightmare, 2 nights ago
After 7 hours of fighting insomnia
This nightmare was hard to bear though
It forced my heart to sink into my gut, and caused me great nausea

In this dream, it was August thirteenth 
The temperature felt 70 degrees, it was bright and sunny
My arm tingled from the UV Rays and I felt relief 
I was in bliss and wanted sugar so I made a wish for some honey

But as I made that wish, this dream took a quick turn
Prism-like, ominous clouds started to swarm the sky 
Suddenly I wasnt outdoors anymore, causing me much discern
I breathed in through my nose to calm, so I would not cry

I was standing in the operation room at clermont hospital center
Seems I'm a scrub nurse, considered for promotion to resident
But I'm the only one at the table, no one allowed to enter
If they helped, the accountable would be everyone present

My test was to open a jar that was far from the normal
The purest golden honey was inside, but it didn't come from bees
This honey, as I was told by my cousin Taylor, afterall 
Was made of happiness, and that could cure any disease

I stood there shaking wildly, Taylor trying his best to advise
He was standing on the spectator platform to my rear
Since he wasn't allowed to interact, and Taylor has always been wise
He gave me a huge grin of confidence, that rounded past his ear

Time ticked by, I struggled for 12 hours to open this jar
My knuckles on both hands were bleeding and sore
Trying to achieve my dreams I had come so far
I've wasted my chance, and now it's all broken up and done for

The timer buzzed finally. It screamed, piercing me like a wraith
Taylor faded away into a puff of smoke and I was in solitude 
I laid the jar on the ground in defeat, since I had lost my faith
The dream faded away, waking me in my current foul mood

This poem is a metaphorical explanation 
Of the burden I have carried for far too long, you see
This dark depressing mindset has long since been taken
Now I'm beyond help from others, only I can help me

                Tuesday April 16th, 2019
Form: Rhyme

Knight In the Night

The knight in the night fighting off the darkness
A battle to the ultimate submission 
Swords aim to cut the opposition deeply 
No words spoken, very little transmission

A fierce competition between unafraid warriors 
Quitting is not an option for the brave at heart 
One on one, the fight seeks no promotion
Darkness proclaimed victory from the very start

Constant banging of weaponry with no signs of stalemate 
Dread is on the side of darkness, light resides in the knight
The faith of the world in the balance of two entities 
This is what it has come down to, a scurmish, a street fight

Premium Member The Trials and Tribulations of Life

They're once in a lifetime
These moments of joy
The first time you rattle
That colourful new toy

Your first day at school
With the rest of the kids
Your hair all slicked down
Bad smells Mom got rid

The ultimate joy
Of your first tender kiss
The shock when she tells you
Her period she missed

A puff from a cigarette
Makes you dizzy and ill
The beer in the closet
I remember it still

The joy of first child
The smell of their skin
The softness of touch
Their sweet tiny grin

Your first big promotion
The raise that you get
The first time you notice
A grey hair NO NOT YET!

Middle age quickly follows
With a sickening thud
It's all over now
Your life is pure crud

The sixties are next
And retirement awaits
Where did it go
You're in a hell of a state

Then someone says wryly
You've had a good life
'Whatcha crabbing about?'
But it still cuts like a knife

These tender sweet moments
You experience through time
You'll remember them fondly
And treasure the climb 

Hold on to them tightly
They won't come again
They're once in a lifetime
They're to treasure my friend
Form: Rhyme

COMMERCIALISM

Throughout a program playing so
Or the streaming of a show,
Commercials advertise the new...
Broadcasting to me and you.

Only seconds long, they toss
Their message out to get across.
Straightforward - sometimes with humour
To appeal to the consumer.

Marketed products for sale...
New lines of recent retail.
Variations of a flavour
Or something similar to savour.

Through jingles and spoken word...
Business making itself heard.
Near future events of outing
Made aware of - without shouting.

Samples of what can be seen 
Coming soon to the big screen.
What television has in store
On channels, services and more.

Commercials may often employ
A sense of delay and annoy.
Still, their purpose is promotion...
It is our choice to make notion.
Form: Rhyme

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