Registration Poems | Examples

Aisle Constitution

Free formed American letters
Aisled constitution 
Assent
Report
Confer
Signature of alphabet.

Legislation 
Derivative of signatures
Posthaste
Carriage
Distribution of wages
Post War Conference

Numerical Assignments concur
Exchange of freedom 
Mandated registration for return


Postmaster
Post mastered
Door frame
Hearth

Circulation of the times
Of America 
Objective as Coordinate

RIP CME

Cheers to the CME, a carnival fun, 
Registration sky high, just a pocket - filling run. 

A meet in the past, where ideas reigned, 
Now a plot, these days, where pretense is feigned.

A hunt for souvenirs by speakers,
Goodies sought by eager seekers.

Science and commerce join hands, 
As pharma companies muddle with vital glands.

A booming industry, epidemic in proportion,
Campaigns for votes in skewed distortion.

Voices of substance lost to the phantom,
As the glimmers of limelight have grown random.

The Jeffersons: Ms Sanford

Now at my workplace, waiting for my corporate lead, and no sooner said there she was as everybody behind me being fellow workers--not working, before she reached the front desk counter, I turned quickly to them and told them to continue their obligations people are working, and with that said, they went back to work, and I turned back around and flights of a moment, sees her ...

Welcome Ms. Sanford/Isabel Sanford, of the "Jeffersons" sitcom, herself and her lady-in-waiting, she displays a sweet disposition as she fills out the guest registration. A few minor details, and lastly, mentioning the purpose that she's in the Bay Area, not so much the hotel, I hand her an envelope. 

This Ms. Sanford, was left for you by San Francisco's Morning A.M. TV broadcast. The bellman will take you to your suite straightaway, Ms. Sanford, do enjoy your stay with us and if you have any further questions, call me, my name is ..., enjoy your stay Ms. Sanford.

Rhyming

Some folks, for fun, collect stamps or cook.
Others may seek lofty mountains to climb.
Erudite people might well pen a book, 
But I'm happiest when I make a rhyme.

My hope is to write meaningful and true,
But, at times, I might get carried away,
And rhyme any 'ol thing and before I'm through,
I go overboard to my friends' dismay.

A speeding cop asks for registration.
I say, "this ain't cause for celebration".

The grocery cashier says, "have a nice day".
I say, "how, with the prices I must pay?"

I think I would be the most delighted,
If things like the presidential debate,
Or congressional proceedings were recited 
Completely in rhyme - yep, that would be great!

When I'm asked "do you take her for your wife?",
I'll say, "sure 'nuff mister, you bet your life!"

Follow Me

Having recently moved to a new state,
We were headed to obtain a new driver's license.

We did not realize that there were separate offices
of the DMV for driver's license and auto registration.

A bit lost and a little confused, I requested assistance
from a local resident sitting in his vehicle. At first,

He proceeded to give me directions but quickly switched
to a different mode. In essence, he was saying, don't

Just trust my directions, but trust my lead and follow me.
Without hesitation, he graciously said, "Follow me". The

distance was more than a few blocks, and I was rather moved
by the kind gesture. Without question, I relearned 'Hospitality 101'.

The Ineffectual Intellectual

I'm a kid from Oklahoma
Only wanted a diploma
I completed registration
For my four year education

Then off I went to college
Was seeking higher knowledge
I was taught by all these scholars
Who were making all these dollars

Didn't make a lot of buddies
Was too busy with my studies
Never racked up any tardies
And avoided all the parties

When graduating I was glad
But there were no jobs to be had
Now I'm living back at home
Can't pay off my student loan

My parents are so disgusted
Say the system can't be trusted
Became an ineffectual
Out of work intellectual

Basics and Bicycles

My old bike is good for me,
It takes me from A to B
Times when I need to be alone
My bicycle and I on our own

Cars are fine for families,
Cruising along can be a breeze,
Cars are too expensive to run
Petrol prices are no fun.

Registration, Insurance, maintenance, and more
Cars can no longer be purchased by the poor,
Public transport fares will rise
Poverty for many before our eyes

What a miserable sorry state.
Welfare is necessary at this rate
Of affairs, we are in,
Without a mention of
War, Flood, Fire and sin.

Back to basics and common sense
It would help to recompense,
For some of those that feel a need
To cause corruption because of greed.

Greed and power, I can't abide
I need my old bike so that I can ride
So my trusty cycle and I can roam,
To a quiet place to dream alone.

Changing the Screen Door

Vivaldi wrote the Seasons

Botticelli painted La primavera

and I change the screen door

 

Of all the ways in the world

to trace the miracle change of the world

I mark it in the lowliest way

 

They greeted the spring with joy

and the fall with registration

but I, I change the screen door.

Too Busy Complaining About Texas To Take Care of Business Back Home

New York State voters just voted down
          Same-day Voter Registration
        leaving New York less progressive than
          nineteen other states in our fair nation * 

        Universal Vote-by-Mail was also nixed
          putting New York in a real pickle of a fix
        Alas, now her ballot-box rules are not as up-to-date
          as woke states like California, numbering eight **

        Of course, no one dares say a peep about
          the performance of P.C. Governor Kathy Hochul ***
        She seems not to have taken the pulse
          of her state's deplorable local yokels



        _______________________________________________
           *Source: Ballotpedia.org
         **Source: thinkcivics.com
        ***Pronounced 'Hokle'

Harmonious Concordance

Depart from your accustomed 
typically usual routine. 
Specialize in being a generalist. 
Immerse yourself fully in the whole entirety 
of the complete volume. 
You’ll be surrounded on all sides 
by a myriad and multitudinous plethora 
of permanent and long-lasting linguistic verbiage. 
Feel like a pedagogical school teacher. 
Have an impactful influence on events. 
Fly above the earth.
It’s deceptively mendacious,
and fine as French champagne!

Here’s a sneak peek advance preview of 
Colonel J. D. Waxwood's Harmonious Concordance 
of Repetitive Redundancies, Sufficient Enough Tautologies,
and Irrational Non-sequitors, from BadSeedPress: 
 
AKBAR THE GREAT
AMERICAN INDIAN
ATM MACHINE
CENTRAL CORE
CHICKEN COQ AU VIN
CONCISE SYNOPSIS
CORRUPT POLITICIAN
FLESH COLORED 
FREE GRATIS
FRESH FROZEN
GUEST HOST                                                                          
HAWAIIAN LUAU
MORE PERFECT
ORIGINAL COPY
PIN NUMBER
PIZZA PIE
PRE-REGISTRATION
SELF-CENTERED NARCICIST
SILENT MUSICAL
TINY LITTLE [ANYTHING]
TUNA FISH 
WISE-ASS SOPHOMORE

Poetry Writing Workshop

Hi James,

Thanks for registering. You’ve been added to the waitlist for the following event.

West Side Poetry Writing Workshop
Thursday, May 27, 6:30PM
Virtual

This event is full right now, but you’ll be registered if space becomes available. If you have questions or want to cancel your registration, please call us at 440.885.5362, or visit https://attend.cuyahogalibrary.org/myevents and enter your registration reference number (gn1qsv) and last name. Thank you for your interest and support.

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Lil' Richie

A butcher named Richard McCall
Attended a naturist ball.
        But at registration,
        Due to refrigeration,
His name tag read "Dickie McSmall".

A World Gone Dark

mom 
is comatose
tubes hooked up
on life support
words float
above you
they do not sink in
there is no registration desk
for the likes of them
on your own now
a world gone dark

Monsters

Monsters should look like monsters....
But most don't. 
I mean, some will actually 
warn you that they're monsters, 
But generally... most won't. 
Instead... you see
People you like,
People you love,
People you trust.
People you have fun with.
People you lust.
And, that's why I firmly support, 
Burning a BIG ASS M
onto their forehead. 
One that never heals,  
stays infected, 
and maybe drips Green Puss.
Because , 
we need a better way to identify 
these muhas.
A registration.... 
A muhin Monsters are Us.... 
& Let heartbroken mothers, 
& traumatized kids decide, 
who gets on the bus.... 
to ship these muhas, 
to wherever the , 
monsters need to go.
Let the victims make those choices.  
Give them a chance, 
to exorcize their fear silenced voices. 
It'll be a whole ass mess...
Because it's a whole lot of stress.
And, how it doesn't kill folks, 
is anyone's guess. 
And Psssstttt, 
if you haven't been through it, 
be a dear, and say less.
Go debate it with ya mammy, 
Because, I'm standing by what I said.
Monsters should look like monsters. 
Straight facts. No gest.

Members Missing

From, Hymns of My War
Unpublished collection 

“Dear Mr. and Mrs. Thomson,
In this casket is most of your son. 
We strongly recommend cremation.
The rest remains missing in action,
With the thanks of a grateful nation.”

Graves registration records them, “Members Missing”; 
Limbs now of a foreign flora? Will the Resurrecting
Repatriate them from the Sao Den and Cu Chi trees,
Or the killing fields endlessly cycle their lees?

No, no more mustering to the drums, as names
In limestones will report for their remains -
Until the last of memories unwrites any claim
By they who sent them to mindlessly proclaim,

“Thank you for your service”

Copyright Paul Thomson 2019

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