"tagline" poems
I am barely a mineral now, not yet a woman in the ground,
not yet growing gardens and begging people to cook my peppers.
My home is dizzy from my constant re-entry, which helps me to cheat,
in life I am looking for the harvest in people. I am a thread of cotton pulling
every word like it is more porous than the next, which helps me.
I summersault through conversations rather read in sharpie,
on the last corner white space of bathroom stalls,
alone and blushed. I remember love like a tagline inviting a smile
and messages to strangers. When I look in the mirror I am always inhaling,
my mouth says O, O I am out of excuses. I tell everyone I’m tired of working,
which helps me to hide in my comet ways. I am tight-lined,
which is to say I feel love on the hairs of my arms, the wind,
the blades of fans speak to me at night when I have nothing left to say.
I am licensed to moving. In the dark in the cities public spaces and
also in alleyways I am soft like a moonbeam. I am convinced the world is a sewer,
which helps me to explain the exchange of waste and skin and the secrets hidden
in tunnels of shadows. When I move the world blurs with me like a heartbeat.
I am underground like the sewer, rotten in negative spaces, which helps me,
to hear the echo ripple swish of every piece of trash call my name.
I have no response. Some days the world is too ***** One day I will learn
to quilt and stitch together every important face, which will help me
to remember my grandmother and how she loved to balloon to the sky.
I dream she is a large magellanic cloud beaming out of the universe, the force
of believing is the word Hallelujah sung from the lips of Leonard Cohen.
It is midnight. It is noon. I close my eyes for a second and I see myself as miles
from the moon. I am running every day now and there is nothing left to see. My heart
is a kitchen door swinging and it does not want to stop.
Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 12:30 AM UTC
There is a kinetic c e l e b r a t i o n
throughout the entire universe--
both known and unknown;
each molecule a universe to itself-
a world interconnected;
of sub-atomic celebrators
filling all time and space
perpetually valuing value itself
Value--
who, at its prime core
is in itself
the self-celebration
of hope/value= Love- (tagline) #healing
and it is everywhere.
Yet, we.. are unaware.
Loving words
(all that is real)
align with the celebration-
of the kinetic-heal
and they pick up the magic
(the receivable rendition)
allowed into the receiver
through the act of volition
and suddenly we become aware.
••••
I am melting into you--
and in the blend of us
I am finding the
c l a r i fi c ation of me-- a
process until today
I never believed in.
Once rolling alone
I am finding
the word h o m e
in everything
that you do
e v er y- t h i n g.
-by paulSN
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 3:42 AM UTC
Two book bags just got shot down,
while celebrating the end of the school year on the play ground.
Destroying our souls.
Again and again!
in Chi-town.
Ain’t nothing sacred anymore.
Marching from here to there.
Saying “Stop The Violence”
is met by a corrupt system;
that just don’t CARE.
We The People must learn to CARE once again.
About our community....
Our brothers and sisters in their beautiful black skin.
Those two book bags represent someone’s
little girls bleeding out on the cement shores.
Never to explore education's reach, marriage, or raising children in peace.
“Stop The Violence” isn’t just a tagline.
Its a call for justice,
while sustaining the Black man's bloodline.
Our children deserve to be safe,
while being Proud and Black in any living space....
at any given time.
Why does my Black skin come with a 'they died too soon' deadline?
(C) Copyrighted
Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 2:54 PM UTC
// Not really a poem, just sharing my experience, I guess //
I really don't know,
How my dad found out about my poems,
Maybe he went through my files
and read most of the collections...
Going through my stuff is
something he has never done before,
but on reading my poems,
He said to me,
' *To many broken-heart poems,
saying the same thing,
about the same person,
How long do you plan to
be this way, lost and messed up??* '
and I said to him,
' Dad you wouldn't understand '
Well he left me with that,
and he went to office and I to school,
but later in the evening,
he held out a box,
It contained a watch,
The brand name was Fastrack,
and the tagline went as, Move-On!...
I made a poker face
and told him,
' *I see what you did there dad...
your puns are more killer than my poems...* '
and he told me,
' *Your poems are pieces of ****
you are still young* '
And I said again,
' *You wouldn't understand, Dad...
Don't call them pieces of **** '
and then he interrupted me,
saying ' When I was your age....
and I won't tell what happened next,
just that with that classic line,
came in more puns...
but in the end, he told me -
" *You are not the only one who has gone through all this **** "
and with an expression I would call rather weird,
he exclaimed...,
" *Her lips tasted of wine,
and soft hazel were her eyes...* "
but I interrupted him in between,
and went shouting,
" Mom, Mom!!!.... "
and he behind me,
screaming,
" Wait, You Hypocrite !! "
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 6:41 AM UTC
The snagged line grows taut
As I repeat the question
" Is there anything you want?"
House too empty , stairs too steep
She wants me back, I worry
"Weve been to ASDA , dont ask what i bought"
Saturday afternoon phonecall
"How are things?"
The reluctant tagline
"Not so bad"
Front garden going native
I set off down the cracked path
Doesnt want next door to see
I dont wave
TALKING THEIR LANGUAGE
June classroom, stir of voices
Arriva trains glide to the coast
Coffee needs filling, the last biscuit goes
This afternoon we look at idioms
Unpicking centuries, cultures
Somalia, Bangla Desh, Kurdistan
English remains official
Still a puzzle
"Speak slowly and clearly"
"Dont hit trees with sticks"
"Its a piece of cake"
The intricacy of language
Shapes ancient letters
"Lemon squeezy " chimes Messa
Our laughter is shared
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 6:50 AM UTC
~
*A diamond is forever.
Don't leave home without it.
The complete man
Melts in your mouth, not in your hand.
Snap, crackle, pop.
Pleasure you want. Protection you trust.
As fresh as an autumn breeze.
Maybe she's born with it.
Think different.
Make. Believe.
Have a happy period.*
~
Dec 2, 2021
Dec 2, 2021 at 11:24 AM UTC
"Hard to live"
Should be the tagline
For our beloved country.
It cost a leg
To find a place to live.
And an arm
To physically keep pushing forward.
America has a problem.
I'll say it once more.
America has a problem.
This is where people have the
Right to be judged
For falling in a failed system.
Apr 13, 2023
Apr 13, 2023 at 10:01 PM UTC
Today,
I shared a post
on Facebook.
It explained that
manipulating someone into
having *** with you
is a form of ****
To the ex-classmate of mine
who thought it was okay
to post a meme with the tagline,
"Regretting consensual *** isn't ****
in response
to my own post:
Not only are
you are a perpetrator
of **** culture,
you act as though
**** is some sort of
joke.
You think
victims "cry" ****
like the boy who cried wolf,
that their traumas are fabricated,
cheap shots
to seek revenge against
impotent lovers
and unfortunate one night stands.
Being manipulated into
engaging in any sort
of ****** activity
does not equate consent;
because
to manipulate is to
unjustly coerce someone
to submit to another.
Consent is not the enigma
society makes it out to be;
really, it's quite simple.
Did they say yes?
I'm not asking
if they said no--
that's irrelevant.
Did they say yes?
The fact that
one individual
feels the need to
manipulate someone else
into having *** with them
implies that someone else
didn't want to have ***
in the first place.
Guess what?
If someone doesn't want
to engage sexually
with another person,
then that is not consent,
and just as ****
can be imposed physically,
it can also be imposed
mentally and emotionally.
So there you have it,
ex-classmate of mine--
you've said your piece,
and I have every right
to follow suit.
you are remarkably disgusting.
And I'll be ******* ******
if I sit around
twiddling my thumbs,
scrolling through
Facebook mindlessly,
while you belittle
victims of ****
for the purpose of
your own amusement.
Thanks for coming to
my Ted Talk,
*** hat.
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 6:49 PM UTC
Ok love hear me out, I know it doesn't matter anymore but I am writing this message when I have no hope left or whatsoever. You have your reasons to be I had mine. For a time I thought by forgetting the past we can move on, these past days felt exactly how I wanted our relationship to be. I never said you or made you realise how much hurt was I at times and I was okay with it because I had you and I will always put you first over anything even if it means work, yes work and at times you knew how much you meant to me over anything. I find myself in the scariest places I have put myself through the hell of trying to win this losing relationship but i feel it's been going nowhere at all as you have made up your mind cause that's what you asked me, in mind it was okay if I lose. there's no purpose in living i feel when I can't even feel anything I have been dead inside before and I know how worse does that feel, lately my emotions are detached and i feel tangled up like wires, chaos within. Our call that night, thank you you were there with me but that's how I feel exactly every moment, dead.
On that video call where we didn't talk I was looking at you and I don't know what your eyes usually tell others but right then you gave away a secret I learnt to say "I know". I will be always be with a tagline 'Let me feel again, Anything. Everything. Please. I will take it all.' and you understood me. 2020 has been a struggle as you can say, but for me, particularly, it's been a struggle everyday. I believed in you with my everything and I don't blame you for anything. Last time I needed time I sat in a place of peace and sweetness, and my thoughts about you and us became poetry but, the moment I came back it was too late and you were gone. Love, I write this to say that I love you and always will, and to prove it, I could end myself but it's not that I'm scared, but i would end myself, not knowing, if you smiled, when you knew, i loved you more than myself. Love, I have to thank you for everything everyday no need to go into detail and you know now without explaining I am what I feel. Currently empty, like a plant left over. Love, you are my sunflower, warm, yellow blooming joy infectious as sunshine which puts a smile over my face, golden in the light and my perfection. No matter what you will be growing through my heart, warm with happiness and love. You were my sigh of relief and now you're gone and I’m sitting here gasping for air. My eyes have dried with the tears I've cried and now I am empty, I've got nothing to give and now I am done, I've got nothing to look upto. I'm fine, if not completely at the moment, I will be, sometime later. I love you and take care, Yours soon to be unknown.
Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 9:24 AM UTC
Is it just me?
Or some feel close to what I speak?
Why?
Do reporters concentrate on DJT twittering thumb?
When many of us know it not him but someone.
If, he can't read a teleprompter before him without pause.
Are, we suppose to be buying into this nonsense he's on twitter?
Patience, he doesn't have.
Which means one of the minions writing under his tagline.
Pay attention closely, how all the newsgroup report this stupidity that DJT writes this on the social site.
Really, people, this man isn't so bright.
We very aware DJT Jr. just as dumb too.
Maybe he should let the other siblings speak.
For when he does he create more headaches.
Then the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
But we aware that DJT isn't writing all the tweets.
Even if they can't spell.
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 10:16 AM UTC
raise a woman an inch above a man,
and you will raise an hippopotamus
above an elephant.
jokes sided.... the piston works, yes?
the horsepower is ferrari or ford?
make a tagline of the treadmill lost
to the *******
tools are missing: hammers and other additives,
but the rich boy turned into ***** sniffer are aplenty:
next best seller, arab carpet seller turned into
a capitalist we are fathomed with!
raise a woman an inch above a man,
soon stilettos will not do, but the skulls of other men
for the tormented walk.
let man’s optics suffice... let woman’s felt suffice:
as her ****** of the closed eye prove: man
sufficed pleasing her with eyes glorifying open
and her skin numbed to a loss of a virgin’s pillow fight sleepover:
made man into a disquiet animal of her ennobled sacrifice of having
to live beyond his burial as a widow that
once spun web, then as widow spun doubly
an architecture of lies as the once spun
netting for enclosing a man for pure mechanics.
fools are we to attest such nature,
but double fools are we to succumb to it.
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 11:14 PM UTC
#Paul SN
*There is a kinetic c e l e b r a t i o n
throughout the entire universe--
both known and unknown;
each molecule a universe to itself-
a world interconnected;
of sub-atomic celebrators
filling all time and space
perpetually valuing value itself
Value--
who, at its prime core
is in itself
the self-celebration
of hope/value= Love- (tagline) #healing
and it is everywhere.
Yet, we.. are unaware.
Loving words
(all that is real)
align with the celebration-
of the kinetic-heal
and they pick up the magic
(the receivable rendition)
allowed into the receiver
through the act of volition
and suddenly we become aware.
• • • •
I am melting into you--
and in the blend of us
I am finding the
c l a r i fi c ation of me-- a
process until today
I never believed in.
Once rolling alone
I am finding
the word, h o m e
in everything
that you do..
e v er y- t h i n g.*
#
Mar 5, 2021
Mar 5, 2021 at 6:24 PM UTC
Song of ****
Things got wrong
Black dark sky
Landed on D2371.
This void soul
Dark matter shatter
Who are you?
A question perhaps
Trapped in screenshot
Living in simulation
Talk of town
Who's this sarcasticbong?
Dumb dumb
Looking for show
It's hidden flow
Blinded earthlings go.
Multiple parallel riff
Colours popping gif
Can't you niff
Awake your clairvoyance.
Narrate your story
Mock theosist lore
So called influencer
Hide your favorites
Blame to others
Boycott with hastags
Real is bluff
Everything good, me
Everything bad, you
Rhyming with tagline
Someone tagged you.
fyoo-cher
haz-bin
kom-pruh-mahyzd.
©sarcasticbong
Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 2:25 PM UTC
there are people on the internet
who will always know more about me
than my parents do.
they’ll see my tagline and
they’ll feel it
the same way that i feel it
the rush that comes with that
very first introduction
the freedom that tags along
on the coattails of
a name that at least one person
will keep as yours
they’ll feel the sadness
that comes with the moment
that someone you love
turns out to not love you back
well, not you
specifically, but
your kind
as they say
they’ll feel the dread
that comes with the look
in someone’s eyes when they
find out about everything
they’ll feel the excitement
that comes along with
the first smile that a stranger gives you
when you introduce yourself
and they don’t question
your very existence
or turn your greeting into a debate
they’ll feel the solidarity.
they’ll feel the community.
two words that i broadcast
to everyone except the two people
who gave me two different words
before they even asked what i liked.
mom. dad.
i’m not your baby girl.
i love you.
this is me
this is who i am
and who i am
isn’t going anywhere.
i hope one day
you’ll learn to love him.
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 3:50 AM UTC
I would never have got to feel what I felt when your hands found their way to my head and ruffled my hair.
I swear,
That was one of the best feelings in the world.
''Tall dark and handsome'' goes the tagline, we know all too well.
''2 out of 3 ain't bad'' you lightly comment, winking at me.
You have a pool of men to choose from, but powers of persuasion and magnetism saw you pull towards me.
I am the babyccino you treated yourself to after a hard week at work.
A sample of the love and decadence to come.
If you only let yourself-
Frothy and soft, like my body succumbing, and letting you do as you want.
Milky and sweet.
Warm with every touch.
I could be the rich flakes of shredded chocolate,
the marshmallows gracing the top,
to make a good thing-
even better.
If only you let yourself
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 1:39 PM UTC
John Legend is
John Legend in:
John Legend
(the Legend of John Legend)
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 2:31 AM UTC
Always elected.
Washed 'til torn.
Had the line loved best.
Worn in rest, at play.
But now its dated,
It's too tight.
Tagline no longer fits.
Time to remove
and toss away.
Favorites are outgrown.
Replaced by new bests.
Time frays even favorites.
Aug 10, 2021
Aug 10, 2021 at 3:20 PM UTC
Lost minds
To the TV
Repeat tagline
Catchphrases
Disease
Internet ignorance interconnected
The polls are open
We've already projected
The results are close
But the people have selected
The next war monger
Mongrel
Expect
Death, secrecy
Lies
And hunger
The people of an
Invisible god are
So easily bought
Yet they give away so much
Sacrifice any inner peace
For their own sense of
Power and security
All the while still
On their knees
Waiting,
Praying
Voting
For their inner beast
This is the hell we seek
We speak in tongues and
Cheeks
The dumb will speak
Repeating these decrees
Segregation
Congregation
Separation
Modern nation
From the pulpits
And stages
They feel safe
When all their
Fear is in cages
And say they
Trust in the one
The god is a gun
Cruel religion
And a senseless vision
Evolution of the
Human conditions
Stuck in rendition
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 5:53 AM UTC
i have absolutely no idea why this world is built
upon the stagnation that good
is equated with being stupid,
and that evil is prime intelligence...
or primarily so.
take the retards away,
and what you're left with
is what democracy challenges....
democracy is a kind of politics
that allows for crimes to prosper...
take Jimmie as an example
a belief in strength is not a belief
bound to rebellion...
democracy breeds a faith in rebellion
and the distribution of injustices,
where everyone can suddenly
exclaim: NOT MY FAULT! hands
raised flapping, the innocence plea...
the dodo's: i shouldn't be dead,
but i am, nonetheless, here i out-flap
the attempts of pigs at flight!
so too the chickens croaked,
and didn't coo like pigeons;
so too the Krev Ørn:
na ma hyrna jar! ska hurn sad nah!
and then death followed -
hi sfaldnjier ga'rm! d + n + j = ð
dneerie... or ~, or quasi....
or nearer - knee earned ear -
harpoon tagline ooze!
knock knock. who's there?
onomatopoeia. onomatopoeia who?
echo! echo! echo!
so spoke the chastised pigeons
when hearing the morose croaks of crows.
Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 7:34 PM UTC
Facing your own.
One race for years has a problem confronting their own.
They are the master of total fear.
We seen it in segregation.
When that race became the rage of a hatred nation.
We see it in present times.
When confronting racists seems to hinder their test of humanity.
When any racial group of your own creating violence.
When professing they are better than others.
And those of that race hide behind the tagline-of see no evil.
Then you enable hate to move around society.
White churches that professes love.
Doesn't go the distant to fight hatred.
Like a person that can't speak.
They stay silent as if they are hate groups supporters.
But one day when that button is pushed to confront.
Just watch how the group that create the fear.
Now wants to seek peace at the conference table of love.
Except time for solving a conflict only started us to challenge our hearts.
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 1:08 AM UTC
Time always ticking
A trip triple tricking
The thinker’s talent telling
Told trust in their wits
A tad foretold in tableaux
Tot tot tin buckets in tams
Take out and talkative
Go tick tick tick tick
Trick the topography
Turn up the top town
To take a tent
Try truly hard
But tend to be tardy
Tagline and cosine
And untwine and the
capital of Lichtenstein?
And whatever else you can find
To taint the trees with
telemarketing
Watch the tardigrades
Trek through lichen and tailwater
Taradiddle my fiddle and
Trick the ticking time
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 12:42 AM UTC
Thou Shalt Not Lie, might well be his motto.
Except fabrication is his path.
The lying president loves to take the low road.
And honestly, believes his own truth.
More fiction than facts is his tagline.
Even when he speaks you ponder if he lost his own mind.
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 12:38 AM UTC