"promoter" poems
Wait before you start thinking,
You should wait and complete this reading,
Can it not be a tool for worshiping?
Inspiring idols of deities like Durgā,
You feel so cared for by their motherliness,
Can you otherwise visualise an imaginary God?
Teachings from the idols of Saraswati,
You get connected to a Goddess's wisdom,
Where else you'd rather gain blessings from?
Wealth from the idols of Lakshmi,
You gain financial security & confidence,
Or is imagining a formless promoter God easy?
Cutest idols of deities like Gaņeshã,
You will love a naughty deity Bãl Krshņã,
Why should you not use idols for worshiping?
Mature idols of deities like Šiva,
You would feel them bestowing their calm,
Should it not be fun visualising them?
Statues are made with dedicated love,
They all invite such respectful admiration,
How would you ever feel the hatred?
I am aware that none of these idols is God,
Neither stones nor pictures can be Gods.
But what bad is a peaceful polytheism?
Do not please be jealous of their art,
And do not hate idol worshipers.
Feel confident and so peaceful,
Try worshiping stone idols.
Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 1:48 PM UTC
To all who come to
this happy placenta, welcome.
Disneyland is your lane.
Here, agency relives fond menageries
of the pastiche,
and here yo-yos may savor
the chamber and promoter
of the fuzz.
Disneyland is dedicated to the identification,
the dregs,
and the hard factors
that have created America... with hope that it will be a source of jubilation
and installment
to all the wormhole.
Jul 7, 2012
Jul 7, 2012 at 7:48 PM UTC
I can't wait 'til
Nightfalls
Tonight
I will
Construct nightmares
So insane
Phantoms couldn't fathom
Fantasies make foul turns
Fascination fails
You'll frail frantically
Your chain of the thoughts
Become a train
Derailed
From Loco motives
Your emotions
Are now
Monstrous motifs
Built moments
Before happiness
You'll stare
In terror eyes
Scared as cats
You scratch
Along the wood floor
Forced
Through dark corridors
The doors
Horror tore off the hinges
You're inches away
From no longer living
As soon
As you've given
Yourself away
I take
And make worse!
Death dances
At arms lengths
I've never seen someone
so anxious
To reach
Too anguished to speak
How shall I satisfy?
This shallow heart
Is empty
But simply filled the rows
Of this cathedral
With people
Who payed
To see the price
You've payed
I guess,
Hell sales
This thriller will terrify
Eye's should stay confined
When I
Comply to my conscience
Can science comfort you
It claims this isn't real
Well
It really helped me
Make you feel
Comfortable enough
To sleep
Deeply
Anesthesia
Will be the
Reason for your sweet retreat
As soon as your
Sound asleep
I'll compile vile thoughts
And send you on a journey
With intent
Of you never returning
A one-way trip
From float, freight or flight
As long as it brings
Fright
By mars at night
Where nightmares
Are the day
And you're fearful of it's sight
Nov 1, 2010
Nov 1, 2010 at 11:37 PM UTC
Once upon a time there was an Italian,
And some people thought he was a rapscallion,
But he wasn't offended,
Because other people thought he was splendid,
And he said the world was round,
And everybody made an uncomplimentary sound,
But he went and tried to borrow some money from Ferdinand
But Ferdinand said America was a bird in the bush and he'd rather have a berdinand,
But Columbus' brain was fertile, it wasn't arid,
And he remembered that Ferdinand was married,
And he thought, there is no wife like a misunderstood one,
Because if her husband thinks something is a terrible idea she is bound to think it a good one,
So he perfumed his handkerchief with bay *** and citronella,
And he went to see Isabella,
And he looked wonderful but he had never felt sillier,
And she said, I can't place the face but the aroma is familiar,
And Columbus didn't say a word,
All he said was, I am Columbus, the fifteenth-century Admiral Byrd,
And, just as he thought, her disposition was very malleable,
And she said, Here are my jewels, and she wasn't penurious like Cornelia the mother of the Gracchi, she wasn't referring to her children, no, she was referring to her jewels, which were very very valuable,
So Columbus said, Somebody show me the sunset and somebody did and he set sail for it,
And he discovered America and they put him in jail for it,
And the fetters gave him welts,
And they named America after somebody else,
So the sad fate of Columbus ought to be pointed out to every child and every voter,
Because it has a very important moral, which is, Don't be a discoverer, be a promoter.
3.3k
Oh, Lac Operon, gene cluster great, you code for enzymes three,
but only if Lactose in the cell arrives to set you free.
Lac Z, Lac A, Lac Y: these genes would be expressed
yet a crafty protein from gene I keeps you so repressed.
Binding to the Operator, I’s Repressor keeps you capped.
Do not despair—Lactose saves you from this cruel Repressor trap,
for Lactose turns the Repressor off, giving you the space
to make galactosidase, transacetylase, and lactose permease.
Then Polymerase binds the Promoter, and the Lac genes have their day.
yet alas! They break down Lactose, taking your savior away.
When Lactose is gone, the Repressor binds and causes you to freeze,
so Operon, to live again, you must find more milk and cheese.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 9:08 AM UTC
RNA or DNA polymerase, an enzyme, protein, attracted to
promoter molecules in the polypeptide chain causing a zipper
motion and transcription of the code, a duplication of codons,
introns and exons, and so it goes, sharing and unsharing electrons.
These attractions and repulsions, coming near and going far
in nanounits or light years, fail to explain things permanently
but make possible the technology to live long and well, with
personality.
It is a form of governance, the governance of elements, elements are
now
apparently our gods. Learn all you can about their laws, their names,
their needs, read their poems. Only the mentally unusually sound
would,
given this knowledge, agree to the process of mitosis and fertilization.
However,
organisms go round then senseless via involuntary respiration.
Therefore, Pilot Oh Pilot Me.
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 10:56 AM UTC
*( Loki )
1
All ills you have wrought
Mischief maker in the dirt
No shower will cleanse
2
Poor Woolfy Spirit
******* in actuality
You ARE Beryl Dov
3
Thor is your new name
Psychopath reinventing
Same old *** trickster
4
Who is following
The fortune cookie writers
Such lame phony names
5
Fragile ego here
Pages of Wolf and Beryl
Drama queens reeking
6
Even as he leaves
Tireless self promoter
Lowers the banal*
Note:
Wolf Spirit IS Dire Wolf IS Toreanus Pinwinkle III IS Thor IS Beryl Dov IS ******** ( aka ******* ) Rabbi IS soooooo many others - a many-faced pest and pariah, previously banned on other sites for being stalkers and sociopaths !!
See:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1530102/wolves/
&
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1516652/breach/
&
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/832663/beryl-dov/
&
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1527822/not-a-poem-an-open-response-to-wolf-spirit-and-wolf-spirit-dire/
Basically anyone who follows these massive-ego predators is probably them !!
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 9:48 PM UTC
*Even in comment place
Tireless self promoter
Lowers the banal*
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 11:50 PM UTC
I have had two opportunites to meet Muhammad Ali, once in Oklahoma City(1972) while working for KWTV Channel-9, and the second time in 1975,working for WAVE-TV Channel-3, Louisville, Kentucky, which is his hometown. On each occasion he was in town for some type of benefit appearance. At Channel 3, the sports director was Ed Kallay, who was to do the interview, and who just happened to be Ali's mentor when Ali was much younger and involved with "Golden Gloves", a youth boxing organization. I was a 'director' in the production dept. and it was my job to set up and direct the cameras, etc., during the taping.
He was a fascinating man, eloquent, extremely intelligent, charismatic, approachable, with a great sense of humor. When I introduced myself, he looked at me and said,"I've met you before, in Oklahoma City." Needless to say, "I was stunned!"
During the 'pre-taping' conversation, the three of us were having a cup of coffee. I made a comment on the size of his hands. I placed my right hand flat against his left, thumb to thumb, finger to finger.. He curled his fingers over mine, nearly hiding them. I sure wouldn't want to get hit by him.
He was, admittingly, also a 'bit' of a 'self-promoter.' During that conversation, he made the following comment: "A few weeks before a fight, I start shooting my mouth off, make a lot of people mad, but come fight night they really lay it down, (then took his thumb and swiped it across the open palm of his other hand, simulating the money bets being placed with the Vegas bookies.) let the 'show' begin!" And, did it ever!!
He was also a great humanitarian, donating to various charities, youth organizations, and never forgetting his roots.
A remarkable man! God Bless You, Muhammad Ali!
richard riddle: 06-05-2016
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC
Allow me to be bold- brave prying eyes and bare all. Allow me to tamper with excommunication- to tempt ostracism- to tease trouble by talking of taboos... speaking of shushed subjects- oh, society's little secrets, the ones we're all willing to share. Allow me to expound on the lessons parents never wanted to teach- the lessons children are so eager to learn. The very act- the very word- that induces giggles, inspires poets, excites lovers, and makes or breaks "true bliss."
"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns." -V.N
*** a word constructed of three of the twenty-six letters that make the English language go round. On their own, quite harmless, but collectively- a jaw-dropping, blush-inspiring, shush-provoking combination. *** the ultimate caricature of love and all that is romantic- oh, just look at this tangle of thorns. Tangled- because we have turned the beauty into a beast- taken "the two will become one"- and rationalized- two will always be two- Not you, me or me, you. No, nothing bad can come of this.
*** used to make lies beautiful and truth obscured. Sold in society- the promoter of skin- condemned in the church- discouraged as sin. All the while, teenagers are toppling around- neck deep in lust- desperate to be loved- fumbling- tumbling into the open arms of the ultimate outlet. *** a shallow solution to a deeper problem- a gift given, unwrapped, re-wrapped, and given again. Allow me to attempt to untangle these thorns- when does making love become wrong?
When it makes heroes into harlots and turns the righteous into romantics- when it complicates the uncomplicated? When it manipulates insincerity to seem sincere- liberates itself from simple mathematics, why, the more the merrier, and forgets three's a crowd? Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, allow me to be ridiculed- expose myself as a hypocrite and define: It is when *** is misconstrued as a mere act of "love" that it becomes a crime.
Aug 1, 2010
Aug 1, 2010 at 3:18 PM UTC
Sure as heck wouldn't fall
for that "Oh its my favourite
book & I keep it by my bedside
trick" & gather chubby Christian
flunkeys to pray over & anoint
a fascist idiot child,
Would see right through using
a grieving widow as a prop for
a photo-shoot extravaganza,
& then talk of record applause
lines like this was America's
Most Talented & he was a cheap
*** promoter milking the crowd,
Wouldn't for a second fall for
the Syrian children carry an
infection to the nation & must
be denied entry because you
never know but of course we can
because deranged white folks are
more of a threat,
Sure as **** could tell the difference
between a good apostle & that
scheming White Supremacist
Bannon & the bald dude who
endlessly talks of his overlord
being obeyed or **** sure you'll
all be for it,
Would most definitely not need
a golden crapper to rest his fat
white *** on & a golden stroller
for his special one & lacquered
mirrored sitting room that looks
like a hillbilly wet-dream version of
of 'how rich folks dun live rightly,'
Would most definitely not be seen
wearing that stupid red hat which
more than hints at a long gone
world with shades of whiteness
& exclusion & don't come knocking
on my door you pitiful wretch you,
Would never in a million friggin'
years have voted Republican &
sided with a lying, duplicitous
con-man with all the shades of
darkness that usually are reserved
for the actual Fallen Angels.
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 12:14 PM UTC
Even in comment place,
Tireless self promoter,
Lowers the banal.
Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 1:26 PM UTC
09-15-2012
Saturday morning and Grandpa rounded up the grand kids, Tony and Lucy, for a little excursion. Excitement was running high for we were going to the City Park and… there was to be hot dogs, burgers and drinks and STUFF, which they thoroughly enjoyed. Before we left on our fun-outing, I had printed out a copy of a poem I had written for Tony when he was a year old called "Ice Cream". He is now a big seven. There were many booths setup which we visited… gathering STUFF (pencils, etc).
We stopped at a booth that was for grandparents raising grandkids. While we talked with the lady at the booth I remembered the poem in my back pocket. I gave it to her to read and we continued on down the line gathering STUFF (pencils, candy and BUBBLES). On the return trip we stopped again at the grandparents booth. The lady commented, the poem brought tears to her eyes. Then she said, “this was written from the heart”. At that time Tony interjected with, “No. Grandpa just sits down and write them on the computer keyboard.” Yup! That is how it REALLY happens. There were chuckles and smiles all around. Tony is grandpa’s most ardent promoter for his web sight . He tells people the domain-name to find writings. There is one piece he particularly enjoys telling people to check out called "The Boy Called Tony" . Go figure!
Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 11:38 AM UTC
O Sweet Edna, how can I forget thee!
So beautifully named after the daughter of Count Telfener,
Promoter of the Macaroni railroad,
Home of the monumental Edna Theater (SEE NOTE # BELOW).
I recall a chilly Christmas spent there:
Unfortunately Edna was closed for the day
But I met a nice girl in the one bar that was open
And for only twenty five bucks she went all the way.
By purest chance her name was Edna too,
And she gave me a real Christmas treat;
I could so easily have fallen for her bigtime
Had it not been for the smell of her size twelve feet.
O how your architectural marvels will live in my memory
Dear principal "city" of Jackson County, O Edna divine!
Home to six thousand Texan souls
Of whom only one in five lives below the poverty line.
NOTE:-
(#) Actually a cinema and disused anyway. Paste this link for a photo: http://media1.picsearch.com/is?hWN6taRELewhHHMx-FMVpQOXSK4aNdmtABXGB-ZxEyA&height;=257 (if it doesn't work, don't blame me).
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 10:21 AM UTC
I am not a self promoter
I do not write my name on mirrors
So you can see it.
I do it neither for art
Or exposure
I do it for the simple
Pleasure
Of seeing all those syllables
Forming me
On a surface
So Illegal
That
Its reflecting
Surface
Is staining me
Jul 4, 2010
Jul 4, 2010 at 10:21 AM UTC
Kudos to the Promoter –
The oblivious n’ obliging
That planned and precipitated
This Perpetual Peninsular Planet
Kudos to the Governor
Who lit nuclear fire in far fulcrum
For a clear day light delight
Creamy kind to the mankind
Kudos the Sole Soul Administrator
Who gifted circular air corridor
And nosed it down into lungs
To beat to the heart’s content
Kudos the Chief Organizer
Who sponsored organic life around
Induced conducive premises
To belong and live long along
Kudos to the Ace Architect
Who opened up infinite cosmos
To host finite entities to thrive
Cycle and recycle thru infinity
Kudos to the Ubiquitous
Who master minded gene n’ genre
To organize sensory organs
And make chosen living
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 6:02 AM UTC
I can't wait till
Nightfalls
Tonight
I will
Construct nightmares
So insane
That phantoms couldn't fathom
Fantasies make foul turns
Fascination fails
You'll frail frantically
Your chain of the thoughts
Become a train
Derailed
From Loco motives
Your emotions
Are now
Monstrous motifs
Built moments
Before happiness
You'll stare
In terror eyes
Scared as cats
You scratch
Along wooden floors
Forced
Through dark corridors
The doors
Horror tore off the hinges
You're inches away
From no longer living
But as soon as you've given
Yourself away
I take
And make
Worse
Death dances
At arms lengths
I've never seen someone
So anxious
To reach
Too anguished to speak
How shall I satisfy?
This shallow heart
Is empty
But simply filled the rows
Of this cathedral
With people
Who payed
To see the price
You've payed
I guess,
Hell sales
This thriller will terrify
Eye's should stay confined
When I
Comply to my conscience
Can science comfort you
It claims this isn't real
Well
It really helped me
Make you feel
Comfortable enough
To sleep
Deeply
Anesthesia
Will be the
Reason for your sweet retreat
As soon as your
Sound asleep
I'll compile vile thoughts
And send you on a journey
With intent
Of you never returning
A one-way trip
From float, freight or flight
As long as it brings
Fright
By mars at night
Where nightmares
Are the day
And you're fearful of it's sight
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 1:10 PM UTC
Salute to the teachers that don't let one of their student falls to the sideline.
Salute to the teachers that's determine to find out, what's bothering a child?
If they shy, many hates to read before the class.
While others soaks in the joy of it.
Salute to the teachers that's determine educating a child.
You won't fail because of her/him.
It's not an option you have the permission to turn down.
Yes, all instructors know you can give them a book.
And can't force them to read.
Except, in your class you're determine to know the various reasons.
Salute to those teachers determine in educating a child.
Oh, we see the politicians speaking.
And talking before the cameras.
But many of them could stand a little more education.
Even I , as I write this poem.
But you must respect the baby sitters for parents.
Who assigned to watch them learn and grown?
When the score of students learning comes upon the news.
A teacher should take pride in knowing they're not talking about you..
Because you took pride in educating a child.
You wasn't pushing to be a private school instructor.
You wasn't complaining about being a public school educator.
Because when you pay close attention to facts.
One is no better than the other.
One just has more parents pretending to be wealthy,,
A teacher is a motivator.
A promoter too.
And all they ever need is a child determine to be something.
And with that determination many will leave a great impression upon their parents.
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 11:01 AM UTC
Pompous poetaster,
Tireless self promoter,
Wannabe artist.
Oct 14, 2012
Oct 14, 2012 at 8:55 PM UTC
You don't begin with Guernica
if that's somewhere you're ever
meant to go
chubby baby hands grip the crayon
someday if you're lucky (or not)
they'll draw a thin straight line
in charcoal
just the least perceptible curve
enough to delight the eye
imperfection thrills the masses
then you paint and paint and paint
time and patience
some money
luck again, always luck
you're a master
maybe someone will recognize in your lifetime
most likely no
unless you're a tireless self-promoter
but your work
your work is sublime
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 2:11 PM UTC
Must be exhausting,
Tireless self promoter,
Spewing his drivel.
Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 2:28 PM UTC
Trump's recent nominee--
Jefferson Beauregard Sessions--
Has been confirmed by the Senate,
Despite the man's horrid impressions.
Rejected in 1986
To serve as a federal judge for being
Racist, Sessions is now AG!°
It's hard to believe what we are seeing.
Having been a loyal promoter
Of Trump's agenda all along,
Sessions is now in a perfect position
To add more verses to Trump's song.
Good-by to police accountability;
Good-by to voting rights as well.
Compassionate immigration reform
Will probably be shot to hell.
LGBT rights and protections
Will also continue to dwindle away,
For Sessions' reputation leans
Toward being anti-gay.
His strong stance against civil
And equal rights is revealing.
It will be sad to watch America
Deepen wounds that should be healing.
by Bob B (2-9-17)
°Attorney General
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 12:02 PM UTC
You get signed you think you got it made.
You sign a contract ripping you off,
life *****
Destiny lost and dreams shattered.
Is nothing real?
Rewarding people addicted to apps
with gift cards to use to buy apps
and my songs?
Big eye opener and know why
I get paid a small percent.
How much did you pay that youtube
promoter to give me 6 million views?
You said that's how it works and how
major celebrities get tens of millions
of views.
Music WAS my destiny until
I see how fake it is.
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 5:26 AM UTC
___ ___ ______________________ 11 Light? On July 7, John Fox News Channel 2 is bigger than the seven big UK election officials. Nero, in 1980, some members of the military and the army go to what was written with guns. Military training. Erasmus, Rotterdam, Roger's Businesses lost tonight. I live in Kenya. New information on July 7th and July 8th. 7th, Thursday is dedicated to the children of the people every day on July 11th. This was a Jew. Two containers with water in front of God. August 8 Erasmus Rotterdam July 7 _______ _______ ____ * Evenson Marcus' Thebes study July 7 and September 2, the test group, July 7 and April 8, 777 St. Julian emperor , Kenya Second World War, olive oil JuliãoLas van Erasmus No. 7, I would like to say, I will say that it is your time, you are talking: It is not a figure of 6, so ___ ___ Will not I cast? What will be done in the last of July 7, July 7, July 7, Julius Caesar, Rotterdam (Rotterdam) July 7, Julius market, nurse, Alice, wind fish) What? Kenyan style forms the stage of the world - 1000 fires and women sold $10,000 at $10,000 with the help of a high yellow head at the end of the fear of others. ___ ___ ______________________ 11 light? July 7, John Fox News Channel 2 greater than 7 Big UK election director. Nero, the 1980s, some of the rifles go to the army and to the army goes a written statement. The military training. Erasmus Rotterdam Roger's business uses tonight. I live in Kenya. July 7, July 8 new information. Children 7 to 11 people every day and Thursday in July. The promoter, Alice says. This was a Jew. Two buckets of water in front of God. August 8 Erasmus Rotterdam on July 7, _______ _______ _______ ____ * Epson Marcus's crowning research; September July 7 & 2, the test group ;July 7 and 8 April, 777 St. Julian, Emperor 80 to 80 for the doctor Osulin in July; Erasmus of Rotterdam in the forests of Rotterdam, longing for Kenya the second world war, olive oil Julian Las van Erasmus No. 7, I want to, I say to everyone is done, hour, that speak ye: for: for they were not _____ _____ did not drive out the number 6? July 7, July 7, the anger, July 7 (Julius Caesar in Rotterdam (Rotterdam) July 7, Julius fish market nurse, Alice's air) What happened? 1000 is a fire, women and sold lost $100 to $10,000 with the help of yellow hair on the high end of fear of anybody - Kenyan Style mold behind the world scene. ___ ___ ______________________ 11 light? July 7, John Fox News Channel 2 greater than 7 Big UK election director. Nero in 1980, some members of the army and the army goes to gun-written. The military training. Erasmus Rotterdam R. business uses tonight. I live in Kenya. July 7, July 8 new information. 7, Jupiter and is dedicated to the people, every day, on 11 July Promoter: Alice says. This was a Jew. Two containers with water in the presence of God. August 8 Erasmus Rotterdam on July 7, _______ _______ _______ ____ * Epson Marcus research Thebes; July 2 to August 7, the test group, July 7 and 8 April, St. Julian, the Emperor's doctor Osulin 80-777 to 80 in July, Erasmus, the forests, hoping to Kenya the second world war, olive oil Julião Las van Erasmus No. 7, I want to thing I do is that all the things which happened on the hour, that speak ye: for it is the number of the 6 _____ _____ I went to his justices and I have not put them away? July 7, July 7, July 7, at the rage (Julius Caesar's Commentaries Two Rotterdam (Rotterdam) July 7 Julius fish in the market, the nurse, Alice air) What is it? 1000 afire and women lost $100 sold for $10,000 with the help of yellow head into the deep end and fear - Kenyan style molds the world stage.
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 8:20 PM UTC
Kudos to the Promoter –
The oblivious n’ obliging
That planned and precipitated
This Perpetual Peninsular Planet
Kudos to the Governor
Who lit nuclear fire in far fulcrum
For a clear day light delight
Creamy kind to the mankind
Kudos the Sole Soul Administrator
Who gifted circular air corridor
And nosed it down into lungs
To beat to the heart’s content
Kudos the Chief Organizer
Who sponsored organic life around
Induced conducive premises
To belong and live long along
Kudos to the Ace Architect
Who opened up infinite cosmos
To host finite entities to thrive
Cycle and recycle thru infinity
Kudos to the Ubiquitous
Who master minded gene n’ genre
To organize sensory organs
And make chosen living
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 6:19 PM UTC