Ad Invasions
Advertisements, they’ve trashed the web,
Somehow they’ve gotten into bed
With common sense; ubiquitous
And so intense, insistent
As to cause offense,
Intrusive and quite truculent,
I would they should all go away.
[Your Ad Here]
But like the course of politics
A stronger force reserves its place,
Creates a vacuum in the space
It dominates and so restricts
Development of rational sense
That lunatics now have the sway.
[Your Ad Here]
With crappy ads in every niche
To queer the pitch between the lines
The heady times were easy prey,
And so it is with great advents
That breed within their callow frame,
Their fame indeed is sodden greed
And sows the seeds of their own descent.
[Your Ad Here]
(2 votes, average: 4.00 out of 5)Related poetry:
- Our biggest fish When in the halcyon days of old, I was a little tyke, I used to fish in pickerel ponds for […]...
- Dream Song 123: Daples my floor the eastern sun, my house faces north Dapples my floor the eastern sun, my house faces north, I have nothing to say except that it dapples my […]...
- The last excuse What is left now that we’ve used the last excuse, What is left to justify excess. The rhetoric at best […]...
- The Price of Fame Do I really love you? So let me guess, you’ll think I’m easy prey If I say, okay I do […]...
- And you will claim And you will claim we need more births to keep Our population mix in check while nature’s truths Suggest there […]...
- A Dead Boche To you who’d read my songs of War And only hear of blood and fame, I’ll say (you’ve heard it […]...
- Modern Love XXXI: This Golden Head This golden head has wit in it. I live Again, and a far higher life, near her. Some women like […]...
- Sonnet VI Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill’d: Make sweet some vial; treasure […]...
- Sonnet 6: Then let not winter's ragged hand deface Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface In thee thy summer ere thou be distilled. Make sweet some vial; treasure […]...
- The Lovers' Litany Eyes of grey a sodden quay, Driving rain and falling tears, As the steamer wears to sea In a parting […]...
- Absinthe and stained glass (i) Absinthe makes the hurt grow fonder The green fairy burbles what’s this ‘ere When vincent (sozzled) knifes his lug […]...
- Prologue 1 To sing of Wars, of Captains, and of Kings, 2 Of Cities founded, Common-wealths begun, 3 For my mean […]...
- Upon The Sherrifs Beere The Sheriffe of Oxford late is grown so wise As to repreive his Beere till next assize: Alas! twas not […]...
- Birds of Prey Their shadow dims the sunshine of our day, As they go lumbering across the sky, Squawking in joy of feeling […]...
- Jordan Who says that fictions only and false hair Become a verse? Is there in truth no beauty? Is all good […]...
- UPON HIMSELF Thou shalt not all die; for while Love’s fire shines Upon his altar, men shall read thy lines; And learn’d […]...
- The Concert No, I will go alone. I will come back when it’s over. Yes, of course I love you. No, it […]...
- Katie Drummond My Louis loved me oh so well And spiered me for his wife; He would have haled me from the […]...
- Ad Piscatorem FOR these are sacred fishes all Who know that lord that is the lord of all; Come to the brim […]...
- Eugene Carman Rhodes’ slave! Selling shoes and gingham, Flour and bacon, overalls, clothing, all day long For fourteen hours a day for […]...
- Sonnet XIV: Alas, Have I Not Alas, have I not pain enough, my friend, Upon whose breast a fiercer gripe doth tire, Than did on him […]...
- An Elegy upon the Death of the Dean of St. Paul's, Dr. John Can we not force from widow’d poetry, Now thou art dead (great Donne) one elegy To crown thy hearse? Why […]...
- An Epitaph on the Admirable Dramatic Poet W. Shakespeare What needs my Shakespeare for his honored bones The labor of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallowed […]...
- Negative Love I never stoop’d so low, as they Which on an eye, cheeke, lip, can prey, Seldom to them, which soare […]...
- Strawberries again today The red berries wreak an awesome spell that some would dread; Others, weak and soulless, must succumb, they treasure with […]...
- The Paper Nautilus For authorities whose hopes Are shaped by mercenaries? Writers entrapped by Teatime fame and by Commuters’ comforts? Not for these […]...
- Death Nor dread nor hope attend A dying animal; A man awaits his end Dreading and hoping all; Many times he […]...
- Ready to step into life This morning, coffee in hand, standing at the kitchen Window thinking of things that need to be done I contemplated […]...
- Beginners HOW they are provided for upon the earth, (appearing at intervals;) How dear and dreadful they are to the earth; […]...
- The Crossed Apple I’ve come to give you fruit from out my orchard, Of wide report. I have trees there that bear me […]...
- Sweetness Of The Decent Night They talked to me again today, they spoke in gentle tones And said the things I ought to hear then […]...
- Sonnet XXVIII: You That With Allegory's Curious Frame You that with allegory’s curious frame, Of others’ children changelings use to make, With me those pains for God’s sake […]...
- The Hearth-Stone The leaves are sick and jaundiced, they Drift down the air; December’s sky is sodden grey, Dark with despair; A […]...
- God Needs Antonio Your soul was lifted by the wings today Hearing the master of the violin: You praised him, praised the great […]...
- Providence O Sacred Providence, who from end to end Strongly and sweetly movest! shall I write, And not of thee, through […]...
- This Is A Photograph Of Me It was taken some time ago. At first it seems to be A smeared Print: blurred lines and grey flecks […]...
- Amoretti LXXV: One Day I Wrote Her Name One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed it away: Again I wrote […]...
- Uganda cry i have lost touch over the years With the hot africa inside me Illness and all – i spread to […]...
- Two Men (J. L. And R. B.) In the Northland there were three Pukka Pliers of the pen; Two of them had Fame in fee And were […]...
- Henry King The Chief Defect of Henry King Was chewing little bits of String. At last he swallowed some which tied Itself […]...