Best Sales Poems
A brand new car is what I love,
Love the body, the new car smell,
So to local luxury garage I drove,
that’s where I met lovely Shantelle!
Bright blue was the colour in mind,
A four wheel drive good for snow,
For my golf kit, lot of space behind,
A shapely front, as men will know!
I was shown to a desk at the rear,
Sitting in her chair was Shantelle,
Divine looks, heart stopping stare,
Like a Sharon Stone, behind a Dell!
What transpired? I can’t remember!
Who spoke and if anything was said?
My mind stoned my legs were timber,
Was I dreaming? Was I still in bed?
Later in the open, to show me the car,
She walked like she was on catwalk,
Blue skin tights kept my mouth ajar,
Her pretty smile was her sales talk!
The blue she wore, was blue I love,
every breath I took was her perfume,
She was so close, when I test drove,
my eyes on her, eyes focus and zoom!
The deal was done, the car was sold,
Shantelle I loved, not the four by four!
Ignored the price, paid what I was told,
Borrowed from a bank, to settle score!
Stone by stone every necklace grows,
Drop by drop, love and ocean soar,
Shantelle I wed, with marriage vows,
Now we are four, in our four by four!
N/A 27/02/2020
Dated 18/02/2020
Premier poetry contest Shantelle
Sponsor Julia Ward
Entered for John Hamilton N-A contest
12/Jan/2021
Yard Sales are the
Macy’s of Saturday shopping,
On a budget that fits in my coin purse.
written for contest
07/27/2019
Awoke with a feeling of deflation
The razzamatazz is over pressie’s given
Then a thought arouses me with a smile
Whilst the men watch the sport on this boxing day
A few cans in reach
We females can hit the sales with parking queues for a mile
Like a rugby match the people snatch and run
So much on offer, it’s all in the fun
You don’t try it you buy it cos it’s less than half price
A bargain is a bargain , wouldn’t usually look twice
You go home laden with things you know you’ll return
Was a bargain yet not quite what you yearn
Wearily you slip off your shoes with a big yawn
Food’s in the kitchen, help yourself, this maid is tooo worn
Been a wonderful day, so different from Christmas
Yet they both need each other to emphasise the past
As every meeting ends in a goodbye, a shopping trip always ends in a good buy. That's life. But the sales are over and I hope this time to avoid a buyer’s fate.
Oh, how I like thin collarbones of empty hangers, touched to death lonely blue dress, a cash register, still warm of residual heat and a young sales consultant, too beautiful for this world.
She's tired, she can't wait to go home, but professional curiosity gets the better of her.
- How can I help you?
That simple question always gives me the creeps. What does she mean? How can she help me? Can she help me, say, relieve sexual tension? solve Riemann hypothesis? understand the meaning of life? But what if she really can? Shuddering with sweet horror, I feel in the shining perspectives of her question the presence of an unknown, but such a mind-blowing meaning that, if I could understand it, it would cross out the meaning of the existence of myself.
She looks at her wristwatch and I cowardly give up:
- A pair of shoes, please.
- Fine, I recommend this one. Please note on material: it's vantablack, the blackest substance in the world. They make of it men's shoes, black holes and hearts of the sales consultants like me.
two shoes for the price of one -
a thrifty buyer
will not miss his benefits
Bill (in) Hillary? A turgid question.
Monica eased prostatic congestion.
His Altoids improved the taste,
while her dress absorbed the waste.
Her mother kept the prized possession!
*For the “Political Woes” contest. You can’t make this stuff up.
A study of girls who are cute
These photo layouts are a hoot
Sports Illustrated
For profits created
Issues saluting a swimsuit
Descending into a mega-mall, the fluorescence blemishes my skin.
There is a twinge in my temples as I approach the makeup counter,
meeting eyes with a woman whose shoes pierce my gait
and whose artificially white teeth flash like EMP bombs.
But I must not be blinded; there is something behind those calcium shutters,
illuminating inside her vessel and peaking through each crack ... I wonder.
Is her exoskeleton painted so pristinely to brighten the day?
Who owns the day she, in every meticulous gesture, labors for?
But every question is drowned in a clanging,
a clamoring of those persistent teeth trying to make a sale.
Rattling around like new tap shoes, sheening ivory.
White noise, white noise.
Every coherent thought blurred, humming viciously
as done in the shadows of the perfect women in chromatic ads.
But she is not perfect; I can see her pores.
They are weeping the regrets of thick foundation.
Those streaks of saline wet speak gallons and shimmer
as they slide, revealing pockets of uneven flesh tones,
subtle bruises from the hot-lipped sun,
every mar a testament to resistance in midst of the Tyrants.
Gravity, Matter and Time; how admirably this body has battled them,
unaware of its own striking animal; a masterwork of sinew and bone,
of neurons and cartilage, of mucus and moles.
Each electron hums in its proud, puffed little chest.
In earnest I wonder, does the sales lady know every outline,
every wrinkle of her beige, waterproof suit?
Does she wear it in precious stride, beaming just bright enough so as to share
her whole self, lovely-garish, yet never glaring the keenest lens?
There is no answer.
I only nod slightly, appreciating her mottled gem eyes,
politely severing our feeble connection, departing, contemplating them,
that such dazzling blue could exist immersed in milky pools
disrupted by long-legged channels of blood.
Elon Musk the Starman
Without gas you bet I can
Launched a Tesla Falcon Heavy
Using gas like an old beat Chevy
Electric car for your need
It's got space you won't believe
Lonely ride with astronaut
Use your paypal can be bought
Jumble Sales
Arts littered to granite threshold,
Hungred fellow with trapezium limbs,
Foursquare abstractive cupboard head,
In a thought out state of presence,
Designer fingers crawling over pots and bowls
Of serpents swallowing man head first, into sack
stomachs,
Static snails speeding on a space of time,
And like promiscuous Picasso stroking the buttocks
Of Madame Desiree,
Bending to rinse her negligee
On the bank of Elysees.
Sale in beauty shop
Waterproof kajal better
Than trendy lipsticks
There are signs everywhere
From here and there
With all of the hell I caught
From where I've been to
Where I took a stand
To understand that for my life
God you have big big plans
For Nikki all things in my life
Happened for reason.
I lost a lot of me and gained
More of you and did what
You told me to do.
You told me to write.
Sometimes at day...
Sometimes at night...
You told me to let go
And live the life that's
True because Nikki
Along with Dip I, God,
Am calling You. You sent
Me to Baton Rouge to
Get rid of the dude that
Is All About Slime because
Ten years is a long time
To deal with a man who
Was not mine.You had me
Wondering Who Do You Love,
A Love Story In Poetry, when
I went through an ordeal
And fell in love against my will.
Through all of that You were
Right there after getting declined
Seven times in Monroe
You wanted the world to know
That You placed into my
School Days, Holidays, and
All Days That Lie Between,
Along with a sequel to give
Me a fire resume that no other
Administrator hater could say
I did not belong in a classroom
That one along with many others
Tried to take my career as an
Educator to doom with lies,
You helped me give a story of my life
And shows you once again that
I'm wise and at times can see
Through racism, abuse, and
Spreading poverty because
I faced these challenges as
A youth. I learned that
Following the path of righteousness
Is much better than living foul
In my much latest book Trials
Of a Northeast Louisiana Child.
As I went through my life as
The seventh child, with seven books,
Many talents, many teaching certificates,
For my battles learning to let God
Deal with it. I know Lord God today
I saw the number seven in the heavenly
Sky three times. Seven is completion
And the goal is reaching. I know that
All is well. My books will sell.
From miniscule to massive is
My book sales in the future
Because my faith is active
And my diligence is unusual
And only came through You
Because I have stepped into
My destiny and I'm where You
Want me to be.
wrote 11-23-10
Some say presentation is everything and more
That’s certainly important if selling is your game
I learned that while managing a piano store.
Sponsoring concerts with musicians of fame,
Selling the idea that a buyer can learn how to play
That’s certainly important if selling is your game.
We demonstrated easy piano tunes every day
Teaching buyers simple tunes anyone can learn
Selling the idea that a buyer can learn how to play.
And it is true, anyone can memorize a pattern,
Playing an uncomplicated melody with satisfaction
Teaching buyers simple tunes anyone can learn.
To say anyone can play well merits a retraction
For only the truly gifted can learn to play well
Playing an uncomplicated melody with satisfaction.
Playing a few simple ditties is certainly swell
Some say presentation is everything and more
For only the truly gifted can learn to play well
I learned that while managing a piano store.
Written August 5, 2022
Characters were going to Delhi.
Exotic goods they wanted to buy.
Their prices were low.
Their sales were slow.
Their biggest hit was the henna dye.
Holiday sales
The holiday season is just here you can tell.
The stores are marking the prices up to sell.
The season starts with a preblack friday sale.
This is where they look to see how many people will be buying this year.
Then it black friday the sale of the year.
The stores all rush to mark up the prices
So they can give you a10% off sale.
People run through the stores like a herd of cows.
Pushing and grabbing everything in sight.
Stores stay open most of the night.
Saturday come the sale is not done
Now you have after black friday sale two days of the left overs are gone.
Now on to monday where the people stay home or go to work. So they can shop on line.
It's cyber monday what a joy. Sales on the computer until it goes dead.
Now it's time to relax for next week we have pre christmas sales.
Oh joy for the season I like it a lot but i just want to know what my bank account looks like.
On Boxing Day the malls
At twelve noon
The parking lot filled
No more space for cars
The malls doors are locked
People line up waiting
For the doors to open
Rushing in then searching
For something on sale
It is a mad house this
day
Some returning gifts unwanted
Others looking for great sales
Now tired the people go
Off to the food court
Tired and hungry
Needing food and coffee
As a pick me up needed
Before they start again