Short Branded Poems
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I write premium Brand Names
On all my cheap stuff
With a permanent no label waterproof Magic marker
Its magic
Works for me.
Five thousand sermons,
one point of view
The message sole branded
—the damned in the pews
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)
The society ousted some of it’s members and branded them as reserves
Now to look at the whole society it itself has become a massive reserve!
Universe’s mysteries
Underscore
Shaking beliefs
To the core
My heart is branded
Forevermore
Because it’s you
that I adore
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Rough desperate cowgirl Etta,
Really should have known better,
When she finally got a boyfriend
She quickly branded his rear end,
He surely did live to regret her.
God was branded as non-essential
gamblers and boozers were preferential
The playgrounds were yellow-taped
but no crime had taken place
while cons buffed their. 38 specials
Malignant, an echo of
calamity
penetrates the aura
of American freedom
as humanity
asphyxiates
an arsenal
of political fascism
shape shifting
into beads
branded by mercury
abomination
Grimly grown
into the
youthful
yearnings
towards
being alone.
Within this
wistful world
woefully willing
to wear itself down.
In order to be
branded as
something of
your own.
Form:
Here I lie and trace
The red crescent moon
You left on my waist.
Fingers traced my spine,
Dug in deep, drew this
Shaded shape of mine.
Trace the tender mark
You branded on my
Neck and naked heart.
old Betsy ross once fashioned a flag
from freedom's blood -n- crates of tea bags
the radical right snatched its meaning
the radical left branded it demeaning
now Betsy has stars stuffed up her a ss
a widow
forever branded
lost
alone
meandering
about
dense
hazy
cold
misty
fog
timeless
ageless
wondering
what lies
beyond
hearts
throbbing
with pain
in fog
AP: 3rd place 2021
Sharp and branded was the hunger
Thundering within my paunch
guised as the quintessence
spearheaded by life
‘twas the claw cast
from death’s marred teat
Heard within yonder valleys
Whence I sought freedom
The Archer: branded in the skies
With fading beauty and mind’s rust,
Yet the light is far; the route unwise.
I climb on hope; cracked rungs hold true
But winds whip me into hurt dust—
Shamed! I rise to start my climb anew.
fast
knight shady resurrection is implied in
first time hear-
ing sound chase hounds a-
round besotted worlds on a string-
y
free and translucent branded horse
high pendejo
Fringed by putrescent dusk
Fingernails dig beneath graveyard wounds
Fostered by lexical warfare
Within the harrowing fiascos of tomorrow
Nothing but bated memories
Braided by skin, coffee, and cigarettes
Branded by concrete whispers
(This is a fictional poem)
One day I was cheating at poker and I got caught.
When I saw them get the branding iron, it sure looked hot.
They branded my balls before I could leave.
I seriously regretted hiding that ace up my sleeve.
Form:
(This is the 1. IFA 2014 branded Haiku...
PA
NASONIC
PA
NA
SONIC
PANA
SO
NIC
PANASO
NIC
... created on the occasion of the rebirth of the TECHNICS - brand :-)
burst of rapid energy
voluptuous curves of
your flirting innocence
angels intoxicated by the
patrons of branded love
dance in the mouth of a
surreptitious storm
witnessing the loud past
of a circulating wind
we are making
our bed
Form:
A gaming aim is hardly for the lame
A real shame a gamer makes life as tame
A firing ball of flame gives him the blame
A group all came to make a final claim
A cool branded name offers up some fame
A life in frame to fit in all the same.
The ocean rolls, creating waves
The creep, to peak, pure art
Inspiring me, in many ways
The ocean rolls, creating waves
Though time moves on, the image stays
It’s branded on my heart
The ocean rolls, creating waves
The creep to peak, pure art
Alberta…..they probably just shook their heads and muttered “ey?”
Texas…probably rode it down, roped it, branded it and sent it on its way.
Florida….they probably took it fishing... in the Everglades…’nuf said!
John G. Lawless
12/5/2021
My fingers stained with blood of love.
My mind branded by the words she said
My heart torn by the sight of her with another guy
My arms weakened when I see she hates me
My legs crumble when I hear her voice
My fingers stained with blood of love
Form:
Listen to poem:
i grew up overnight
in one swift flash
redefining moment
you touched me
abused me
victimized me
you had no right
how could you
how dare you
i trusted you
you crossed the line
you branded me
scarred me for life
AP: 1st place 2020
Breathing tedious life into a heedless cadaver,
Peering over barbed wire to see the edge of never,
Building on the ashes of love that branded the heart painfully slow,
Deteriorating hopes plunge deep to the abysmal stillness only received once below.
No prisoner of faith was he
No member of religious ties
No hypocrite for all to see
No purveyor of ancient lies
No prayers spouted forth day by day
No sheep to be branded a fool
No collector of tithes to pay
No credo but the golden rule