Gathered courage to put emotions on paper
Ink agrees to be visible to anyone that pays attention
Pain introduces itself in a miserable situation
This time,not about love or infatuation
The poet cries with unanswered question
This time,I may not write a dark poem
Nor solution to my problem
Though inspired no one, neither that was the aim
The hidden best of me is what I always claim
Being Nobody's favorite is okay
Proud to be a poet with a few facts to say
My efforts and time is of no pay
On paper, nothing takes my profounding feeling away
Let me close the book for the ink has run out
Turn off the machine for toner has run out
Why was my poem a source of an insult
When it was rated for adults
I talk about the truth to leave no one with doubts
Categories:
toner, courage, dark, deep, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
They sit on the beach acting the loner
She slowly walks by wearing nothing but toner
With a flick of the hair
And a jolly good pair
She leaves ‘em, heads in the sand, hiding a *****
Categories:
toner, humor, men, sexy,
Form: Limerick
Of all the inventions
whose time has come
There is only one
that will raise your thumbs
All the way up, and then some ...
As I'm sure you'll agree, wholeheartedly
'twill resonate with every copy-machine owner
the day I announce my new discovery
~ Forever Renewable Toner! ~
Categories:
toner, creation, humor, technology,
Form: Rhyme
A photocopier without toner
Sometimes becomes an office loaner
I was no exception
So I sold confections
Becoming invaluable to my owner.
Categories:
toner, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Personification
Tethered to a Moment
A-ha flickers in the momentum of birthing inspiration
New love or grief or tantrums of the soul tether the nascent moment,
Tied onto remembrance in the thrust of a second split,
Swaddled in swooping formal obsidian curves -
Punctuated by specks dotting exhales –
In ebony lines of crushed lamp black –
Define a whisper in contours captured
In structured pools of graphite toner
Bending eloquent articulation into elegance
And blinding revelations secured to real time
By boundaries of quill and ink
Protected from unrestrained madness outside the lines
Teeming to fling the new birthed unexplored essence into crypts
Of unending oblivion where arches restrain full spectrum hues,
Swallowed by the mischief of cyber chasms
Where guilty remnants shove blind mystery into
Unheard screaming abyss',
Preserved,
Sheltered by boundaries inside the interval’s signature
Tethered to a moment
9-2-21
Title Chosen: Tethered to a Moment
Contest: This or That
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Categories:
toner, birth, inspiration,
Form: Free verse
Gun Control - (Violence in the workplace)
Talks with coworkers at the watering hole are fun
Water cooler conversations are important
Bonding with staff, as we speak of urgent matters
Like TV shows and reproduction are good examples
Of how to get things done
We laugh instead of doing jobs
We chat for hours and let assignments lapse
The copy machine near by is spying on us
It can not be trusted with our secret stuff
Copies come in black and white and color
When we go to use the machine it quits
Or gives us paper jams because it's lazy
It must be shot and killed and tortured
Not in any particular order
If I had a gun I would murder it myself
And kill the toner too
Beat them up and bury them out back
And never say a word to anyone
Except for coworkers as I should
And do it just for fun
Categories:
toner, abuse, business, silly, violence,
Form: Free verse
This vexing pencil in turgid fingers I gracelessly hold
Sorcerer's lead conjures up casuistic captions, fools' gold
My peripatetic purple pen winks at my commands
Dancing to a distant drummer on sun-scorched parchment sands
A cunning keyboard mocks me, in cast-iron briefcase locked
Contrarian bent, loaded for bear, at my Muse pointed and cocked
What with erasers missing and forever low on toner ink
It's a wonder the poetic process has not driven me to drink!
Categories:
toner, poetry, satire,
Form: Rhyme
Vanity, the latest trick
Standing there with your selfie stick
Clamping your mobile phone
For your egotistic picture clone
Lets take a close look at lady Lou
Which are the real parts of you
From top to bottom, seeking attentions
Beginning with your hair extensions
Which are the same colour as your hair
Although now chestnut once was fair
Beautiful eyes to attract boyfriends
That will be those contact lens
Eye lashes, long and slick
Eyebrows plucked or painted slick
Mascara, toner, eye shadow, lipstick
False beauty, that will do the trick
Padded bra, protruding breasts
Look at me, it all suggests
Finger nails long and sleek
Very perfect, very chic
Toe nails painted different shades
Glitter sprinkled of different grades
Your body sprayed California tan
That will help you get your man
What when he sees you in the nude
Thinking, this is not the girl I wooed
So cast away, the unreal you
You may find a love that’s true
Cast away that selfie stick
You will find true love, take your pick
Categories:
toner, art, woman,
Form: Free verse
Just a soul without an owner
A drifted mystic persona
A body slipped into a coma
Art is the creation
A dreams realisation
An ideas preservation
Art without a canvas
An address-less campus
A globe without an atlas
A printer with no toner
An upper without a lower
Just a soul without an owner
Categories:
toner, art, life, lonely, longing,
Form: Rhyme
Paint my nights with all the colours of the stars
paint my heavens with all the colours of the cloud
paint my morning with all the colours of the sun
paint the rain with all the colours of tears
paint my path with all the colours of choice
paint my dreads with all the colours of valor
paint my silence with all the colours of thought
paint the pen with all the colours of toner
paint my mind with all the colours of the storm
paint my sight with all the colours of the wild
paint my passion with all the colours of life
paint the heart with all the colours of poem
Categories:
toner, blue, care, color, culture,
Form: Free verse
i do not have a girl, its just no im not a phoner, i do enjoy my bread, but just no im not a sconer, i know i like to laugh, but just no im not a stoner, im invisible to girls, but just no im not a moaner. i collect just what i want, and just yes i am an owner, no one wants some more of me, so its no im not a cloner, i am only made of metal, so its yes i am a droner, do not rush me im not fast, and just yes i am a slowner. i will never change for you, so its no im not a toner, i do not care about your life, i will never be a doner, girls just look at me like scum, so just yes i am a coner, i do have lots of friends, but i will always be...THE LONER.
Categories:
toner, art,
Form: ABC
You must have heard of “planned obsolescence”
But manufacturers say it ain't so
A devious mind surely thought this one up
Must be absolutely rolling in dough!
An automobile could be made to last forever
If these guys would play by the book
But once they discovered the money involved
They're decidedly hopelessly hooked
And what about toner for your printing machine
Imagine if it lasted a lifetime
You could buy a yacht with the money you save
You don't have to be an Einstein
To figure out what these shysters are doing
Their bottom line is all that's important
So what if they have to be a wee bit underhanded
It's disgusting and absolutely abhorrent
Well hello, great masters of devious deceit
We're on to your tricks and games
But we carry on with our thumb up our bum
We've only ourselves to blame!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Categories:
toner, social, money,
Form: Quatrain
Revenge of the Office Copier
By Elton Camp
I started to make copies of an important report.
Just as I commenced, it sent a printed retort.
“Though I don’t contain a single strand of DNA,
I deserve respect and have gone on strike today.”
“I’m tired of hearing humans describe me as slow.
In rebellion against their constant demands I’ll go.
Although I have been their most faithful friend,
They just curse and say that I’m, ‘Jammed again.’”
“They act like I’m deliberately trying to cause woe
Most any time that my paper tray dares to run low.
And when my cartridge of toner finally runs dry,
As if it’s my fault, they roll their eyes and sigh.”
“You needn’t bother to call the copier repairman.
To deal that I’ve already developed a sure plan.
While he is here, I will copy things just right.
But I’ll stop again as soon as he’s out of sight.”
“Plan to show him this note and you’re out luck.
In just ten seconds, it is designed to self-destruct.
I expect that after this I will get a lot more respect.
And that I have the power to disrupt, you’ll recollect.”
Categories:
toner, funny
Form: Rhyme