Short Manufacture Poems

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maybe we’ll know what to buy
if you just help
I know what I got 
I hope it’s up to standard
my food 
maybe you could help me
major food manufacture

© Coy Bothwell  

Behold the sun
and all its authority,
great manufacture
of God

behold God’s man
and all his impurity

prototype written on 
fluid stone – the earth,
its belly of churning,
belching~ dis-pleasured 
groan….

© Joseph P. DiMino  

The version of history we were taught in school has been heavily revised
in order to favor our nation's agenda while hiding all of its crimes,
fostering an unrealistic sense of false patriotism
used to manufacture our allegiance again and again
to a corporite entity masquerading as our government.

© Billy Thekidster  

create 
                            discover, invent 
              building, generating, conceiving, 
construction, manufacture, damage, demolition 
          devastating, marauding, decimating, 
                       obliterate, annihilate 
                                   destroy



Date posted: 07/28/2021

© Edward Ibeh  

Talk me down from the edge of fame
Give me a name they'll all remember
Manufacture my talent in a capsule
Sell it by the bottle
Let me be the spokesman
Let me be the model
Wanting to shine like the stars I see
Wanting to live like the rich & famous
Do I have what it takes to be a star?
Do I have what it takes to be remembered?

© Skyy Allen  

Triumphant,? ?now i stand.? ?I
survived the worst self-devised
methods to bring me destruction?;
survived half a lifetime of attacks
upon myself,? ?by me,? ?as instuction.
Lessons on all the ways i invent,
unknowing,? ?to manufacture misery.
All those old ways I've discarded
to be open-minded and kind hearted?;
Over self,? ?I now claim the victory?!

© Ron Porter  

.
.
The makers of soaps
know the smell of clean
and manufacture all
their cleaners with it.
.
The grease of 
my life is my enemy,
my nostrils do a 
primitive quiver.
.
But I feel it bust away
with the foaming edge of my
cloth and the fragrance of
clean liberates my breath.
.
The burst of bubbles and
the squeek of fingers on glass
tell  me how
free I am.

© Don Schaeffer  

Waking unto another day as Babylon and deep inside you know...
That it's going to be the same; trying to manufacture joy, from pain ?
Yet afore his sun ascends while shadows cling highnoon this rattling their
Chains of perdition; left screaming amid these tombs ? Tis everclear the tears
Bedevilled her brew his crimson's crew ? Gnawing, at your brain; with broken fangs.

© Johnny Rhinem  

Mums make Christmas
Only they can
That is a fact of life
Her mission is simple
Every year
Recreating the day 

Christmas for her
Holidays for her
Require of her to
Illuminate the season
Supply an army
Trim and decorate
Make and manufacture
Aid and assist
Sustain and nourish

Thank her
Honour her
Assist her
Neglect her not
Kids and spouses
Should respect her

© Paul Curtis  

the old jalopy...
manufacture Oldsmobile;
daily drove to work;

inside my garage,
also dad's 1915 Model J car;
old that jalopy...

that old jalopy,
manufactured by Lozier;
three-three horsepower;

slobmodel auto;
designed with rocket tail-lights;
that old jalopy...

my dad drove in style;
his nineteen-fifty eight Olds, 
drove old jalopy;

7/12/19
The Old Jalopy Poetry Contest

© James Edward Lee Sr.  

I grew up knowing 
That all fruits have
Their seasons
There’s a season for Grapes
There’s a season for Apples
There’s a season for spring Onions
There’s a season for water Melons
There’s a season for having sex
To manufacture homo-sapiens
So how come everything
Around me now
Happens outside her seasons
I learnt science and technology
Has made 
Almost everything possible
But where on God’s earth
Are all these genetically
Modified fruits coming from

© Ohwojevwe Ese Ganiyu  

Happy is you
                who facilitate
                                  to be felicitated
In the future
                   because 
                                you manufacture
Better things which
                                 will push 
                                                some folks
                          to sing  
meaningful  
                   songs 
                            which
                                   they did not think.

© Alfonso II Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris  

-CORPORATE CHEMISTRY-
They are with us here today
These children of Dr Mengelè
Who hides away the answer?
Who would cover up the cause?
When we seek the cure for cancer
They forbade it in the laws
Long have they kept it hidden thus
The cause of it comes from microwave
The cure in the oil of Cannabis
Who decrees the truth as libel
But we found it in the Bible
They manufacture harmless vitamins
Before it  -Zyklon-B
Youre not supposed to smoke the ****
You might get THC

© Jannie Breedt