Touting Poems | Examples

Oozing Insecurity

   Liars spend their days  
     touting insincerity
       oozing insecurity

   Do they stand a chance
     when their tongues 
       no longer dance

The movers and Shakespearers

No comfort for the stickler, sticking literary fixtures depicting conflicting inklings to their minds as perfect pictures.
With one stroke of my pen the standards rose again and damned be lesser men. 
As the pros of prose impose and profess, chaos needs redress. 
For I, who's distress you must address, now cower and cleanse this mess, confess my prowess only serves to impress all reason to, "stop the press". 
Anachronistic the measure of their metric, imperialistic so the eccentric can spiral in tantric concentric circlejerks. 
Central to themselves, it works. 
The stench of sh!t, a rose by any other name, smeared with effluent smirks. 
With all due respect you may cling to the historic. 
If you wish to press/play, I will lay waste. 
I'm not here to copy/paste. 
The past won't be replaced, though clearly trampled and retraced. 
Finding you're fittingly faced with chagrin laden grimace feeding bitter distaste. 
Thou is to doth o'er and o'er, as men of the cloth in unrestrained glory. 
Touting the gospel loudly and poorly, wholly unaware it's a fairytale story.

The Bull and the Matador

The Bull and the Matador

Stalwartly, the bull gaits around
the confines of the arena ring;
snorting and displaying
piercing horns and muscle-bulk build.

For this he was bred and raised;
to be a champion of beasts,
and no matter where placed,
will claim as his domain and ferociously
defend until death, if necessary.

Then into the ring swaggeringly treads the matador
(flamboyantly dressed, touting a cape)
saluting the crowd, though calmly noticing
the bull, whose eyes appear red
from the blood gorging in its head.

“Estás loco!” scream the patrons packing the place.
(Thoroughly, enjoying every minute of this barbaric sport.)
“Ole! Ole!” They sing in unison in horrific overture,
encouraging the matador to kill the bull or vice versa.
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Nina Loves Lefty

In bright red paint, beneath my feet,
Was a declaration, short and sweet:
Nina Loves Lefty! but with a heart
Instead of “Loves,” so, urban art.

That’s how graffiti used to be,
Touting one’s identity
Or that of someone much adored
Without a message untoward.

Prehysteric

I met a Megalodon who beckoned
“Welcome to the herd!”
I heard this lot was wily but
to me this sounds absurd 
Undeterred I approached
the powers that be
to see if it were true
But the powers that be
were absent without leave
leaving me nothing
left to do 

(except to …)

kick this can on
down the road
since no one’s left
to carry that load

(In the meantime …)

Some docile fool’s
touting fossil fuels
to a group of
solar-paneled minds
While his fearless peer
is stoking the fear
of the biomass hive mind

(touting ...)

“Fossil fuels are plentiful
can be found easily
Natural gas is very efficient
when generating electricity
and so on and so forth …”

(stoking …)

“Biomass energy is reliable
helps to reduce waste
But also expensive
requires lots of space
and more of the same
also and others…”

When both groups
could no longer 
suffer the ranting
all in unison
began their chanting:

“Good riddance!
Good riddance!
Leave them both to jostle
with that colossal,
wily, beckoning
Megalodon …”

“Welcome to the herd!”

Clerimerick Couplets Me

Introducing Mark Toney
The real McCoy, not phony
Works hard on accounting and income taxes
Writes poetry and prose as he relaxes

Mark fancied himself a tax expert
Cool pocket protector on his shirt
Touting tax tips he tried
Till terribly tongue-tied
Nevermore will he overexert

Hundreds flocking to Mark’s door
What does tax time have in store?
Mixed reactions to Mark’s beckoning
As they face their day of reckoning

Tears That Never Learn

In your heart, love has always been an elusive, fleeting feeling;
and yet, its absence has left a gaping wound in need of healing;
a flame that continues to burn.

Lust is a concept that you are intimately acquainted with,
pursued by every silver-tongued Romeo and clever wordsmith;
touting love, speaking out of turn.

You fantasize about falling in love and what it must feel like;
some say it's magic, while others compare it to a lightning strike;
love's given, not something you earn.

From an early age, you've understood pain, hate, fear, and rejection,
but you were never exposed to genuine love or affection;
and that gave you cause for concern.

It feels like destiny chose your heart; that time has broken and worn,
to never quite know how it feels to love or be loved; cursed when born
to weep the tears that never learn.

Striking Striking the Only Way

People know the costs sky high.' In France and Britian
By and by.' 35% at least we've swallowed so far; no
Such qualms in the plan-demic, to get cash in the jar.'
Your footsloggers gov. You trundled them out with
Saucepans banging roundabout.' Was that an occult?
Nod? Owning their spirits, touting your clout.? We've
Seen it all the lies heaping up, professionals suffering
Raise a shout! balance and order; are needed no doubt.'
Yet thats not whats wanted, in the robbers lairs.'
Its control and delusions; the daily fare..its corruption
And disgrace..And there in your face..Give it up for the
Medics snd the stand they now make.'

Tony the Tiger

Tony the tiger you are sassy and loud
You make us happy with Kellogg, completely proud
You dance your way into the hearts of children galore.
Making their mothers take them to the cereal store.

Tony the tiger, you have been around for some time.
You like taking dollars from people who used to buy with a dime.
You have been touting corn flakes since 1954.
Isn’t it time for a respite for the tiger next door?

An Emotional Minefield

Love's an emotional minefield:
when hope steps on fragile feelings.
And hearts learn not to break or yield;
but bend like a reed in the wind.

Where innocence leads hearts astray:
love's an emotional minefield.
And it's easy to lose your way:
if you've never been there before.

Your reality stays concealed;
as dreams morph into fantasy.
Love's an emotional minefield,
pitted with pits of depression.

Youth painted pictures in your mind;
touting love's everlasting joy.
But as you venture forth, you'll find:
love's an emotional minefield.

Shallow

A scoundrel slithering all about.
Touting your own horn.
Immoral eccentricity.
Through prisms of false bravado.
A shallow soul.
Skeletons with no depth.
Humanitarian rights violations.
A skirmish of power.
Strong arming the weak.
Wrecked souls landing on the beach.

Trump a Bunch of Bunk Horn Haiku

My Many  Horn Haiku

when both knees would knock
would break my new precious clock
they crowed thrice each cock

each situation
mind needed explanation
remove word plantation

we were anemic
when they had a pandemic
would be systemic

with sugar coating
when we talked about voting
books to school touting

was a bunch of bunk
trump had been found in truck
all his actions stunk

had heard that each fort
and base needed support
as well as sea port

while riding trigger
image bigger and bigger
travelled with vigor

we are those who care
a mask must be sure to wear
have many to spare

saw Hickman crossing
library away tossing
they may be raising

Sean's Legacy

When James Bond had Pussy Galore
Moneypenny slammed shut the door
MI's telephones
Broadcast Pussy's moans
Touting British esprit de corps!

Dental Doodad

There once was an old geezer named Bob
who loved to munch on corn on the cob.
But since he wore false teeth
kernels got underneath:
and so he'd turn them down with a sob.


Sitting on the can, he read an ad
touting a brand new fancy doodad: 
So he pulled up his pants
got some dental implants,
and chomps more corn than he ever had.

Mad Mad World

Missing the days
When I was the craziest person I knew 
This mad world 
Has incredibly gotten madder
Radios TVs blaring panic
Humanity gobbling it up like candy
Social distancing 
Because society hadn't already 
Become distant enough 
Do you know your neighbor's name
Do you dare knock on their door
No
Cell phone at the ready
Why is no one touting "fake news" now
So much easier to believe 
Words that raise the blood pressure 
Society is being restructured 
In front of our blind eyes
When the smoke clears 
And the ash settles 
What will remain
Will the best or worst 
Be revealed 
Will you slow down 
Realize you've been ignoring 
What's most important 
Or will the social unrest
Already so out of control 
Use this fuel to engulf the nation 
The future is in our hands

04/02/2020
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