Best Shopping Center Poems
As I go through the store shopping, you go through the store a hopping. At check out~I have one thing, a full cart you bring. Cannot you read, only up to ten things you need. So you think you are very special, you are acting more like the devil.
Date Written: 12/18/2021
Categories:
shopping center, rude, stress,
Form:
Rhyme
Remembering the Past
Tito is Tagalog of Uncle
Tito David Rodriguez and Tito Willie Totanes are very good friends
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Tito David recruited me to Filipino American Multimedia Entertainment (FAME)
on the 90’s
Tito David is a Filipino model, journalist, actor in FAME
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Tito Willie Totanes strongly supports me
He drives me around the bay area
Uprising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Tito David is Also a base in Anima Christi choir at St. Andrew, Daly City CA
Both of them are supporting me
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Directed by the late Mr. Jesse Pangilinan
Who passed away
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Supported with Mr. Prospero Luna
A Retired Comedian and actor in the Philippines
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Knew by my late father
Mayor Leonardo G. Mendoza
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Mayor of San Pascual, Batangas City, Philippines
Returning to FAME
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
I would sing all throughout the Bay area
Had shows
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Sang at some Filipino gathering in SF, CA
Concert on October 11, 1998: Outrage on Stage Launching my only Song-Through the Eyes of a Child
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Would Sing in Karaoke beer house
At restaurants and parties in the bay area
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Sang in Westlake Shopping Center in Daly City, CA
Also sang in Serramonte Mall in Daly City, CA
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Met the Asia’s Song bird of the Philippines
Ms. Regine Velasquez
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
And the Song Writer
Mr. Ogie Alcasid
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Tragic Car Accident happened
On October 11, 1999
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
The late Director Jesse Pangilinan passed away
FAME disbanded
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
As of now a client of Heart Soul’s True Hope
In North County, Daly City, California
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
God took my singing career and He changed it to Poetry
He changed it to a harder one because I have to learn poetry but I’m having fun
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Categories:
shopping center, christian, devotion, god, memory,
Form:
Ghazal
Don Johnson Yuan-orang
We was in Coles a shopping center,
The wild man from Borneo appeared,
He reared up an started spraying
Yuan Oranaga-Taunga was here
Followers in their blue-gum robes,
With bark a prickling round their ears,
With dollar coins attached to ear lobes,
Dodged and sidestepped as they savoured
Uric acid and sweet urea,
Holy-man was gesticulating,
Gonads flashing so sincere,
Red hairy waistcoat ever stating,
Yuan a Tanga was the seer,
Deported then he was so,
Dropped by parachute we hear,
Back to the wilds of Borneo,
Thought blinking Wombats bloody *****…
Don
Categories:
shopping center, adventure,
Form:
Ballad
An Accident
On August 20, 1963 I was on
The back of a motorcycle going slow
At a pace of ten miles an hour in front
Of a shopping center that bowed
The belly of the bow was a blind spot
A young man we knew came around
That bend doing 70 MPH we had no where
To go pushing the driver off onto the ground
Rolled my head into my arms when the
Car slammed into my right side crushing me
The bike and I flew one hundred and fifty feet
Slamming into the pavement and slid into a tree
The muffler snapped and ripped out most of my inner
Right calf, I had thirty seven broken bones plus
Four compound fractures, broken ribs and jaws
My right leg hung on by a tendon laying in dirt and dust
I screamed “Oh God help me” and the pain
Left and I only felt like I had a cramp
I lost almost my body weight of blood
I spent one year in the hospital with pins and clamps
Three years in a wheelchair and one year on crutches
Had 28 surgeries, traction, body cast hard and shoddy
Was in a coma for six weeks had 22,000
Stitches In my frail 12 year old body
Over a hundred kids sat in the lobby
Enduring the wait for the surgery
That lasted ten hours, guitarist was Bobby
Singing and praying, I believe they are
Why I am still here!
As for my scars
They are my badge of honor
For I survived
08/11/2014 Shadow Hamilton's contest
Categories:
shopping center, irony,
Form:
Rhyme
Saw it online-
Chicago headline, it read...
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"FBI says bank robber called the cops to give confession and rolling location."
Apparently a 25 year old disabled man decided to hold up a teller and flee with $850...
Now for the kicker: The crime was committed in a bank inside the RANHURTS Shopping Center and the wheelchair convict was sentenced two and a half years and actually is from WHEELING, Illinois a suburb of the "Windy 2nd City."
Ok, either the guy failed to hear the call of a little girl in the parking lot yelling "Run Forrest Run!"
Or he flat out forgot his hometown's varsity team cheer "Go WHEELING, Let's Go!"
Because oddly enough, the criminal called 911 on HIMSELF moments after the stickup. He was found by police at the nearest payphone, in his wheelchair, holding the loaded wallet.
Quality convicts come in all shapes and sizes.
~You can't make this stuff up. Google it. (November 2003)
Things that make ya' go HMMMMMMM?
Categories:
shopping center, adventure, internet, society,
Form:
Prose
I wanna state a cardiac arrest for ya chest
Detest your own humidity within humanity, cats rest in vanity
Controlling underground charisma the mic got me checking
Wrecking one image of fame at a time
Cursed vines connecting family to 10 o clock news
Dues payed, lives strayed in the fray battling demonic entities
Loving life as it was given to me never forgetting how bad days are now
Whatever happened to old love music and jazzy tunes programed to everyone's ear
Fears hold hearts by the numbers count beyond two plus two into thunder
Anesthetic agility slaying demographic amendment abilities
Beckoning nucleic AC's, base combination weeds
Growing fast forget what you knew last
Before trash wonders pounce into eyes of ghetto stricken children
Stereotyped to end up living in hatreds domain, so much pain
Vividly orchestrated symbolically government debated
No-one has awakened accept a lesser few
Scripted by transcendentalist dues, golden hues and cyripted clues
BOOM!, did you feel my vibe
Arise and cry your hearts content, repent what grounds gravitational
Ration cuz they called me action with a little bit of attraction
For tainted pictures posted on shopping center windows
JC penny pillows, couches and Nintendos
Forget all the unnecessary smiles and hug with love's style
Is it wrong to file times when wrong was right
Darkness was light, she became vigilante bright
Yo...this poetry thing is so tight
I just wish i found it earlier in mainstream ignorance
To electrify my repentance mechanism
Schisms tattooed onto tribal ancestor blades
vector shijin played
Yuki im comin girl
Your my world and much more, although I love Viviana
until my heart dies of pore romanticism interpretations
Pounding silhouettes emancipation anticipate that
See i'm just one of a few that appreciate metaphores
and naturalistic lore, women with imaginative cores
Naw it aint hard, see im just cruzin
but i guess its hard to contemplate daily iluzions.
Categories:
shopping center, imagination, philosophy, visionary, me,
Form:
Personification
A wingding Aussie will be defined as any single person thru to a minority group determined to be making a complaint containing false information or complaints of no substance about businesses, governments, government employees, organizations or not for profit organizations and if approaching the government requiring changes made to any official documentation they shall be known as Dead Beats
If the changes or complaints are deemed to be unsuitable, not required, or of no substance, the person or each person in the group complaining or requesting the modifications/changes will be billed $150.00 a day per person involved in the investigation, from the initializing of an investigation to and including the day of finalization. Weekends and public holidays shall be included at normal overtime rates
Every member of the Dead Beat group shall be individually billed. The bill shall be known as the Dead Beat Bill (DBB)
If any member of the Dead Beat group is found to be in Australia on a visa of any sort and receive a DBB they shall also be required to hand in their visa and leave Australia
Examples of complaints:
A complaint about the noise from an airport, industrial area, recreational area or club that was established before the residence moved into or was born into the neighbour hood of complaint is a complaint of no substance unless unusual circumstances can be justified
Applications for a shopping center, house, building, park or religious area that require a town meeting shall be known as unsuitable complaints unless unusual circumstances can be justified
Dress or language complaints about Australian icons such as Bugs Bunny, Santa Claus, Easter Bunny and Humphrey B Bear and others shall be deemed not required groundless unless unusual circumstances can be justified
Adding amendments to a legal document that require changes to Australian beliefs, customs, traditions or icons shall be deemed unsuitable, not required and of no substance unless unusual circumstances can be justified
Any Australian government employee that fits these requirements shall also resign from their position unless unusual circumstances can be justified
Categories:
shopping center, political,
Form:
These old bodies,
Clutched
Like paper bags
Full of food,
Soaking wet
In a steady rain,
The bottom falling out,
Sent
Into the parking lot
Leaning
On
The wobbling heels,
The wheels of shopping carts.
You see,
The doctor’s office had been moved
To the shopping center
Next to Kroger
For optimal convenience
To the shopper,
So the patient follows
A path of crumbs
Like those seagulls
That have permanently
Abandoned
Water
For this sea
Of asphalt.
To the hospital
She goes,
Holding her heavy heart
To her chest
Pressed
Against
The steering wheel MRI.
The blaring horn won’t shut up.
On the way,
NPR,
With extraordinary
Casualness,
Reports
That, Today
The Rusty-Patched Bumblebee
Has been placed
On the Endangered List.
She thinks
As she listens
To the faint buzz
Of calamity
How quietly.
How calmly.
How privately,
For all the expected hullabaloo,
How actually
The Apocalypse
Unfolds
So ordinarily,
True
As a light
Left on
For the entirety
Of night
In an empty room.
They say,
At the ER,
That they’ve
Been
Expecting her.
An obese man
Sits across from her
In the waiting room,
Wired up to a wild, dripping octopus.
His T-Shirt reads
In big blue letters,
ATTENTION
K MART SHOPPERS.
Categories:
shopping center, america, anxiety, destiny, farewell,
Form:
Free verse
What's so great about Arlington, Texas, is that of it's suburban community. It's got
everything one person can ask for: a built-in movie theater at the Parks Mall, an awesome
shopping center, better homes, and, at long last, an NFL stadium. If by "NFL stadium," I'm
talking about Cowboys Stadium. I even know that Arlington is home to Six Flags Over Texas.
I've known Arlington, Texas, since I was 8 years old. That's where I should've been from
day one. I love Arlington because of its suburban culture and amazing shops. I've been in
Arlington, Texas, for multiple occasions. And out of those multiple occasions, one of them
was when I'd spent all of the weekends out of the months. Although Arlington has a lot of
crime as well as the ones in Dallas, I think that being a resident in Arlington, Texas,
would be great. I bet that I'll be going to the Ballpark at Arlington to see the Texas
Rangers play against the other MLB team, making it my first Texas Rangers Baseball game,
ever. Arlington, Texas, is considered my favorite suburban town, and I love Arlington. I
also bet that I'll be going to the Parks Mall every weekend. And since I'm a native of
Arlington, Texas, I guess I don't want to be separated from my beloved suburban town. I
wonder if the Dallas/Ft. Worth area were to be united as one town?
Categories:
shopping center, on writing and wordslove,
Form:
Epic
She welcomes us into her husband's home,
Serves us with best dishes,
And refers to us as her beloved children
When daddy wants to get us new clothes,
He asks her to escort him to the great shopping center,
He says she makes better choices than our mother.
She takes us in,to sleep in her home
Whenever our father has gone on a journey,
And treats us just like one of our aunts.
When our father wants to make a decision,
He tells her the whole plan,
So that she can make the best decision.
Our sperm contributor compares her to our mummy
Saying she cooks more delicious food,
Than his wife's dirty and unsweet food.
When her children are sent home for school fees,
Daddy gives it to them,and they return to school.
While we stay at home, counting a week's stay.
He buys ice cream for her children,
And says they speak better English than us
And dance modernly unlike local us.
And when he wrote the will,
All daddy's property belonged to her.
The car,land ,cattle, business and children.
She wants us to love her like our own,
But to our faces,she's only a begging stranger-
Who wants to rob our mother of her family.
She wishes we could hug her with affection,
But our spirits are conservative,
Looking with disgust at her arrival.
She would like to have us for her children
But we belong to another woman.
She's only our father's wife!
Ampurire Anitah
Categories:
shopping center, child abuse, family,
Form:
Ballad
I have schizoaffective disorder
and everywhere I go I'm frightened.
Even a leisurely walk
all my senses are so heightened!
The other day I passed
a wrapper of Oreo cookies...
I felt this was planted
with the theme of Black and White!
Are my thoughts just my imagination
or is the Illuminati out to get me?
I think the grass and trees are poisoned
by gangstalkers that I cannot see.
So I take this injectable medicine
that is supposed to calm my nerves,
but I still think they are in the shopping center
giving me what I don't deserve!
MKUltra and MKOften
are the formal names of my demise
are they real and keenly active
or are my visions a false surprise?
Categories:
shopping center, anxiety,
Form:
Rhyme
Clayton King was a cattle baron
With ranges like far flowin’ seas,
And thousands of Texas longhorns
Roilin’ around like swarms of bees.
He built a huge cedar ranch house
With everything he needed there,
And oversaw his vast empire
Right from his mighty longhorn chair.
He had huge sets of longhorns,
Some more that eight feet of course,
On walls and over fireplaces
And he even stuffed his first horse.
He was the greatest of the great,
His fame was everywhere—
It seemed he ruled the entire world
Right from that mighty longhorn chair.
Still the money stampeded in
And that King Ranch just beat all—
They said it was the world’s biggest
As it quickly did grow and sprawl.
Some say he just wasted money
On things that mattered so little—
That he always had the finest
But like Nero he just fiddled.
“I am the noble Clayton King
And my wealth is everywhere!”
So read the engraved inscription
On his still mighty longhorn chair.
In those long years the dollars flowed
And it seemed like it would not end—
Till a first then second wife left
Without leavin’ an heir or friend.
Then the cattle business changed
And money dried up like the creeks,
This went on for years and years,
Not just a few months or weeks.
The vast King Ranch then did dwindle
Till the day ol’ Clayton King died—
What was left went up for auction—
It seemed no one now cared or cried.
They tore down the house and buildings
And built a shopping center there—
And after that final auction,
I own that mighty longhorn chair.
Categories:
shopping center, cowboy-western, death, life, loss,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
** Shopping Center Blackbird **
He, rising in defense of the others,
Presenting himself, to all with ears
To hear and before all eyes,
The black, flapping silhouette atop
The silver, double-bulbed street lamp;
This loudest shrieking,
Not to be ignored
Blackbird,
Appearing actually,
Half the size of his declaring all
This territory his own —
That expanse of dark blue
Paved spaces, surrounded
At a slight distance from an oval line of trees
— Yet he returns from his diverting
Watch of the over-all
To nest to rest hidden in security
And warmth, all tucked away
Behind the green “Y” of
The “Subway” store’s shopping
center sign.
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(c) sally young eslinger 3/22
Thanks be to God
Categories:
shopping center, bird, city, imagery, nature,
Form:
Free verse
The Beer trip
I went to a party the other night
I had a great time and was feeling no pain.
When joe walked up to me and said it was my turn to get the beer.
I took his keys and went to the truck.
I headed towards town what fun I was having.
Got to buffalo and found a store.
Only a six packs were left.
So back in the truck i went down the road
And I found myself at a shopping center. In Erie.
There was just a case of beer so off I went once more.
When the beer ran out, I looked for a store.
In buckley west va.In a gasstation.Once again two cases of beer i did find.
So off I head south once more.
When I ran out of I found my self in buffalo.(sc) . I call old joe and told him i would be back
That I'm in buffalo. Old said to me that the beer was in the barn at the end of the road.
What a beer trip it was.
Categories:
shopping center, travel,
Form:
Free verse
Walking back through the Emerald Lady
Shopping Center parking lot Kenya
bumped into Nubia her one and only friend.
Who was the owner of Hair City which Kenya
was a faithful customer to. Nubia greeted
Kenya with a hug. "How are you
doing?" asked Nubia. "As fine as can be"
answered Kenya. "Can I do
a walk in today?" "Now Kenya you know
you're my homegirl. I'll look
out for you just let me run in and grab a
few things real quick."
It didn't take Nubia no time to pick out
something and pay for it.
Kenya followed Nubia back to her hair
salon. Nubia unlocked the doors
to Hair City and had Kenya to take a seat.
"So what's up?" Asked Nubia. Kenya was
glowing but Nubia
didn't know why. "You know what? You
been trying to get me to dread
my hair for the longest. I'm going to let
you dread my hair." Nubia
almost fell over when she heard Kenya's
words. "What on earth made
you decide to make a drastic change all of
a sudden?" A man said Kenya. "Guurrrilll
tell me who he is and what he looks like."
"He's name is Malik Maxwell
Williams. He showed up at the bank
Friday to open an account. I'm
changing my look to get him to notice
me." "He's tall I'll say around 6"3",
milk chocolate skin, small eyes like a
chinese, and deep waves in his hair.
"You have to see him for yourself."
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red
Seven aka The Green Poet aka The Brown
Philosopher
Categories:
shopping center, black african american, conflict,
Form:
Free verse