Short Label Poems
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If we all had to wear a label that warned
what would YOURS say with which you were adorned
Would you hide it away?
Cut off where it lay?
Or be relieved everyone got informed?
Someone can call you " rebel "
Which is his " her" new label
As you are not under his " her" control
Then he " she" turns to be your new patrol,
That consumes much petrol.
My habit started with candy cigarettes,
a whole pack — my first bought by mom.
Smoking those cool white sticks addicting.
Did she never receive advice
from Dr. Freud and Dr. Spock?
7/14/2018
Campbell's 'Soup' is no more, with its name change usurp,
Eating soup without a label, makes me a twerp,
I’ve sipped every bowl,
Now it’s taking a toll,
If I ladle soup, with no soup label, I’ll burp!
cover me with make up
cover me with truth
cover me with lies
cover me with youth
cover me beauty
cover me with sin
cover me with smiles
cover me gin
you can cover me with whatever you like.
but you will never
cover
.me.
I have often wondered if they blundered
or if there's any truth to the advertising
within the words written on me
a simple clothing label advising
a promise a guarantee
100% Cotton
but does it refer to the garment or myself
merely the material it is printed on
a paradox perhaps
all of which goes to show
it's a dilemma the answer to which
this enquiring mind needs to know
Label Sticker Man
There is a man with a special job
He sticks stickers on apples
They have to be stuck the right way up
And central on the apple
Without folds or unstuck bits
It’s a learned technique
And a very skilled job
Doing 80 a minute without error
Sticking stickers green apples
Sticking red apples
Sticking stickers yellow apples
Sticking stickers multi coloured apples
All apples need a sticker
If the world refused to give me a label
I would demand it!
I would sit on the street corner wailing for one
Because how would I function
Without knowing what cage to sit in?
Without knowing whether to be round or square?
If the world refused to give me a label
I would tear my clothes, and run naked in the streets
Until they came to their senses
And put me in the right cage
And labeled my box
So I could calm down
Society wants to stick me into a chair and label me.
I think it is hilarious.
I have an identical twin.
If they gave us each ten labels, we would not end up with
a single one that is the same.
We have the same face, laugh, voice, and mannerisms.
Society would not understand.
For they are not us.
They cannot get into our mind.
They want to tear our hearts out by labelling us.
We are the same in this only.
We both laugh at her.
Label, Table, Abel
Love is the way you’re needed in the world.
Giving Peace to the wondering of your actions unfurled.
Patience was what you had while waiting for the missed.
Kindness was what you shown the stranger in your midst.
Goodness is the cause of the ending brought by you.
Faithfulness is the labor to see what's started through.
Gentleness to others that follow and are new.
Self control every label this list beholds is true.
The basic characteristic of hate
It's the power of corrosion.
Inside us,
Cups and more cups contain it:
Poisonous liquid flows through a pipe
No special storage conditions.
The inner manipulation of fury
It helps us to promote the harmony of cholera in our organism.
It is a weapon that requires instructions.
But we don't need a manual that teaches us to hate,
usually our victims walk away scared,
for we give warnings with our own eyes.
I'm a refugee
in my own country
I'll never be free
because they've
labelled me
They say I'm far right
And I'm not too bright
Took away free speech
Now it's out of reach
My mother would tell me
as I sat upon her knee
how we had saved the world
from tyranny.
She'd say how great we were
how freedom was our spur
I had no idea this situation
could occur.
I'm a refugee
In my own country
And if I speak out
They'll throw away the key
David Cox 07/09/24
A delicate ego, fragile, hypervigilant, easily broken.
A frightened ego.
Hidden in self shadow, scared,
Not easily lured out.
A well-built wall,
Constructed slowly, during hurt felt times.
A new persona. The protector, child’s own new identity.
To keep herself safe.
From the bad man.
Situation scary, heroine comes forward,
Baring teeth, biting.
Bad kid label.
Grownups misunderstand
Frightened by her fierceness,
Not recognizing a child
Just trying to survive.