"marketers" poems - Hello Poetry

Golden Valleys, Growing Naturally <> This is a Logo in Ireland, Dairygold™ is the company. I would safely say, that there is hardly an acre in rural Ireland devoid of some form of artificial fertilisers, pesticides, herbicides or fungicides. (Ireland is riddled with consumer cancer) If the Logo was written as follows, a comma between Growing & Naturally plus an exclamation mark ! which should really be a question mark ? (in the absence of the comma between Valleys & Growing) i.e. Golden Valleys, Growing, Naturally! or ? Then it might pass. Let's see if we can force them to change it and by doing so, it will highlight the fraudulent practice of duping consumers with blatant grammatical omissions and the wordplay illusion by clever marketers. (Well, perhaps not as clever as they thought) ps. I spent all morning, wondering should they be a comma in the last paragraph, in the afternoon, I removed it. Oscar Wilde.

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Jan 8, 2019

Jan 8, 2019 at 3:27 AM UTC

ryan-olearyuu

Consumer Cancer

Golden Valleys, Growing Naturally <> This is a Logo in Ireland, Dairygold™ is the company. I would safely say, that there is hardly an acre in rural Ireland devoid of some form of artificial fertilisers, pesticides, herbicides or fungicides. (Ireland is riddled with consumer cancer) If the Logo was written as follows, a comma between Growing & Naturally plus an exclamation mark ! which should really be a question mark ? (in the absence of the comma between Valleys & Growing) i.e. Golden Valleys, Growing, Naturally! or ? Then it might pass. Let's see if we can force them to change it and by doing so, it will highlight the fraudulent practice of duping consumers with blatant grammatical omissions and the wordplay illusion by clever marketers. (Well, perhaps not as clever as they thought) ps. I spent all morning, wondering should they be a comma in the last paragraph, in the afternoon, I removed it. Oscar Wilde.

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yesterday the telephone rang non stop and the dashed thing had me on the hop all my time was spent saying hello and goodbye I had to tell the person on the other end I must fly those telephone marketers are an insistent lot they are more pesky than a horse fly bot not for one minute did they leave me alone ring ring ring went the overbearing telephone to get some peace from the telephone's hassling I unplugged the ruddy rampant thing one is fearful of reconnecting it to the socket as it may well send one right off one's rocket

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Apr 29, 2013

Apr 29, 2013 at 8:37 AM UTC

ElizabethSquires

Ring Ring Ring

yesterday the telephone rang non stop and the dashed thing had me on the hop all my time was spent saying hello and goodbye I had to tell the person on the other end I must fly those telephone marketers are an insistent lot they are more pesky than a horse fly bot not for one minute did they leave me alone ring ring ring went the overbearing telephone to get some peace from the telephone's hassling I unplugged the ruddy rampant thing one is fearful of reconnecting it to the socket as it may well send one right off one's rocket

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There is no longer any privacy, in this world where we live. To constantly be watched by the government, and other elite Marketers is something against our will. There is no longer any privacy, in whatever we say and do. There is so many things against us, trying to defeat me and you. There is no longer any privacy, as if we are being controlled. Marketers have all types of information on us, they have information new, and information that's old. There is no longer privacy, our lives don't have a chance. Marketers have so much information on us, they did this far in advance. By, Sandra Juanita Nailing

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May 4, 2014

May 4, 2014 at 11:16 PM UTC

sandra-juanita-nailing

No Privacy

There is no longer any privacy, in this world where we live. To constantly be watched by the government, and other elite Marketers is something against our will. There is no longer any privacy, in whatever we say and do. There is so many things against us, trying to defeat me and you. There is no longer any privacy, as if we are being controlled. Marketers have all types of information on us, they have information new, and information that's old. There is no longer privacy, our lives don't have a chance. Marketers have so much information on us, they did this far in advance. By, Sandra Juanita Nailing

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Such as I want, so it will be, for the power to change, comes only from me. I believe the things, that I want will come true, and if it works for me, then it'll work for you. But so many people, give their power away, to religions or prophets, or what marketers say. When the reality is, all that you need, is belief that ideas, can grow like a seed. And once your idea, starts to take shape, the universe moves, and shifts to create. And suddenly one day, its easy to see, that all that I have, was created by me.

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Apr 21, 2010

Apr 21, 2010 at 6:21 PM UTC

a-thomas-hawkins

My "Secret"

Such as I want, so it will be, for the power to change, comes only from me. I believe the things, that I want will come true, and if it works for me, then it'll work for you. But so many people, give their power away, to religions or prophets, or what marketers say. When the reality is, all that you need, is belief that ideas, can grow like a seed. And once your idea, starts to take shape, the universe moves, and shifts to create. And suddenly one day, its easy to see, that all that I have, was created by me.

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I am really getting tired of marketers and others who are phishing Hello Poetry. Let this serve as a warning, I will not answer your messages. So, don't waste your time.

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May 22, 2015

May 22, 2015 at 2:17 PM UTC

sherlene2

Not a poem: a warning

I am really getting tired of marketers and others who are phishing Hello Poetry. Let this serve as a warning, I will not answer your messages. So, don't waste your time.

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calling IV calling all truck drivers calling all car dealers all scuba divers all potato peelers all mothers all sons all brothers calling all who’ve won all losers, users, and just all perusers of rusty lust calling all criminals all those who’ve tussled and cussed calling all mechanics and all whom, in them, trust calling all politicians for i must beg of ye to see this infinity in we calling all ministers of high finance all fragile tendencies toward your dance with your blossoming children and their salty breezes their blown into kerchiefs and their seizing sneezes seeing you as you carry them toward our unifying dust i hold no ill will toward that soil you till i’ve passed around your notes, your bonds, and your bills i’d thought i’d be one of you ‘til i met a few untils love your children, and love yourself, for they shall carry your ashes into a box upon a shelf that dust behind all wealth calling all foxes, dogs, cats, chickens, and beetles all sages, rosemary, spikes, and needles all wages, incendiaries, wallops, and weebles all pages, all poets all police, all panthers all those battling fires without and within all those atop towers all whom are twins calling all wheels upon all surfaces all of those mired in a sense of worthlessness calling all kings calling all nations calling all jordan’s, americas, and native stations we’re writing too much blood into not enough ground we’ve survived our flood and are forever bound calling brother abel and brother cain father abraham and mother pain you’ve traumatized me from all this blood you’ve lain i see peace in all your eyes blown to pieces in terrorizing replies calling all consumers, producers, unionizers, and managers corporations, and not for profit planners all doctors, nurses, clients, and programmers advertisers, marketers, bloggers, and spammers all engineers of damns, bridges, and destructions those who fell they’re ****** due to their suctions i’ve sensed a fragile beauty in your moistened orbs you all carry i beg of you all to come from love lay down your swords i beg you not tarry come women laying into asphalt come scientists predicting san andreas’ fault come widows, charlatans, and poets of trite all ye poets weeping into ye hands all ye poets of darkness and light perfect light and darkness are myths upon this earth just as perfect black and white are myths spun from history’s dearth

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Apr 12, 2016

Apr 12, 2016 at 7:27 PM UTC

rf-jordan

calling IV

calling IV calling all truck drivers calling all car dealers all scuba divers all potato peelers all mothers all sons all brothers calling all who’ve won all losers, users, and just all perusers of rusty lust calling all criminals all those who’ve tussled and cussed calling all mechanics and all whom, in them, trust calling all politicians for i must beg of ye to see this infinity in we calling all ministers of high finance all fragile tendencies toward your dance with your blossoming children and their salty breezes their blown into kerchiefs and their seizing sneezes seeing you as you carry them toward our unifying dust i hold no ill will toward that soil you till i’ve passed around your notes, your bonds, and your bills i’d thought i’d be one of you ‘til i met a few untils love your children, and love yourself, for they shall carry your ashes into a box upon a shelf that dust behind all wealth calling all foxes, dogs, cats, chickens, and beetles all sages, rosemary, spikes, and needles all wages, incendiaries, wallops, and weebles all pages, all poets all police, all panthers all those battling fires without and within all those atop towers all whom are twins calling all wheels upon all surfaces all of those mired in a sense of worthlessness calling all kings calling all nations calling all jordan’s, americas, and native stations we’re writing too much blood into not enough ground we’ve survived our flood and are forever bound calling brother abel and brother cain father abraham and mother pain you’ve traumatized me from all this blood you’ve lain i see peace in all your eyes blown to pieces in terrorizing replies calling all consumers, producers, unionizers, and managers corporations, and not for profit planners all doctors, nurses, clients, and programmers advertisers, marketers, bloggers, and spammers all engineers of damns, bridges, and destructions those who fell they’re ****** due to their suctions i’ve sensed a fragile beauty in your moistened orbs you all carry i beg of you all to come from love lay down your swords i beg you not tarry come women laying into asphalt come scientists predicting san andreas’ fault come widows, charlatans, and poets of trite all ye poets weeping into ye hands all ye poets of darkness and light perfect light and darkness are myths upon this earth just as perfect black and white are myths spun from history’s dearth

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Eye sockets full of empty grasping hands. Penniless teletext marketers twinkling down bangers the lost boys cry. Be okay. Juicy covers, labeled lets do this again.

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Aug 23, 2015

Aug 23, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC

madison-moskowitz

I love playing pool

Eye sockets full of empty grasping hands. Penniless teletext marketers twinkling down bangers the lost boys cry. Be okay. Juicy covers, labeled lets do this again.

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I am just a number. I am a statistic on a corporate spreadsheet. I am a data point for marketers to sell. I am a profile for the government to monitor. I am a nameless figure for cameras to track. My life has been reduced to mere ones and zeroes. File names and report headers. Here in the digital dissonance I am no longer human.

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Sep 3, 2019

Sep 3, 2019 at 2:34 PM UTC

NorthernSpirit

Definition of Self

I am just a number. I am a statistic on a corporate spreadsheet. I am a data point for marketers to sell. I am a profile for the government to monitor. I am a nameless figure for cameras to track. My life has been reduced to mere ones and zeroes. File names and report headers. Here in the digital dissonance I am no longer human.

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Mr. Maker make Mikel meet many merchants miffed, most million marketers merely merged, manfully managing more meritocracy.

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Jul 18, 2020

Jul 18, 2020 at 7:18 PM UTC

Safana

Tercet #1

Mr. Maker make Mikel meet many merchants miffed, most million marketers merely merged, manfully managing more meritocracy.

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All along it was a feeling, created by marketers and writers. the glass shatter moment of my soul was when I realized this love I long for may not be real

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Jun 30, 2015

Jun 30, 2015 at 11:59 PM UTC

sloane-hill

Saudade

All along it was a feeling, created by marketers and writers. the glass shatter moment of my soul was when I realized this love I long for may not be real

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