Best Stores Poems
I was reminiscin' the other day about times that were more sublime,
And got to thinkin' about those old stores called Kresge's Five and Dime.
I recall browsin' through Kresge's Stores as a lad with Mom and Dad.
There ain't no more Kresge's Stores as far as I know and that is very sad.
There was a Kresge's in every sleepy town along Main Street.
Sittin' on a stool at the lunch counter was always a special treat.
Munchin' on a hotdog and tater chips and then a slab of cherry pie,
Or maybe a sundae concocted by the soda jerk would lighten up my eye!
Notions galore were displayed on tables, bins, racks and shelves.
Friendly clerks stood by to help but folks generally helped themselves.
The cashier put yer money in a tube that sailed off into space,
And in a trice returned yer change from some mysterious place!
I recall the squeaky wooden floors and visitin' the store at Christmas time,
When Santa Claus doled out bags of candy to kids at each Five and Dime.
Alas, those neighborhood stores have been replaced by huge national chains,
And only pleasant memories of Kresge's Five and Dime Stores remains.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
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Baubles assembled
By suicidal workers
Somewhere in China.
Nature stores first
Mother breast feeds her infants
Sepals save flowers
I'm surrounded by stores from inside and out
and frightened by one when all are in doubt.
Depressed by no money seeing items for sale,
while wanting for everything slowly going stale.
Soon I'll be shopping for groceries again
feeling hypocrisy's end,
while spending my budget all at once
and knowing that death comes again.
New given money will blind me
raising my feelings and stall.
Falling will send me out spending
While looking for dreams forsakes all.
Slightly used damaged
Goods for resale jobs for those
Who none but prevail
(one can find bargains @ Goodwill Stores)
10/29/17
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Sometimes in a store I browse
And other times I buy.
It all depends on what they’ve got
That might just catch my eye.
And even if I fall in love,
An item might not make it
For if I can’t display it,
There’s no reason I should take it.
Today, 3 times that happened -
Two with posters, one sans frame.
I just don’t have the wall space
So I couldn’t stake my claim.
The last, a set of tumblers,
Painted with assorted eyes,
Turned the concept of “eye glasses”
Into such a fun surprise.
Still, I had to stop and ponder
If the joke was worth the price
And I came to the conclusion
That the mem’ry would suffice.
Yet I also made 2 purchases-
Some clothing and a gift
Which, along with pumpkin ice cream,
Gave my day a welcome lift.
Some things are painfully memorable,
These are the sweet moments of years gone by,
When we lived without knowing our share,
But you can't buy a ticket there anymore.
I was born under lucky stars
In the house on the corner.
This house is forever filled with dreams
It is like a beacon, cutting through the mist. ..
I remember the street from my childhood,
Where the first friends lived,
Forever there was the summer
And there's something left of me.
My home, my sweet home,
Stores forgotten stories and things,
It's so good and it has a garden in it,
I remember and my heart flutters.
That wonderful sky-colored house
It will remain only in the memory and heart.
Our album doesn't store photos about it,
It was not left in its original place.
I will always remember sweet home,
Where she hid her toys under the bed.
What a pity that we are growing fast,
And childhood is remembered with sadness.
People entering Giant Tiger usually have grey hair
It's something to do with the tattered clothes they wear
Bank accounts are smaller
They have dwindling dollars
A mask solves the problem of being recognized there
People Who Live Above Stores
Morse Avenue,
Chicago
It’s two in the morning
and people who live above stores
have sprung from their beds
this hot summer night.
They’re leaning out of their windows
and bellowing into the street
at the baker who launched the alarm
in the Rogers Park Donut Shoppe.
It’s been ringing for hours
and the police haven’t come.
Not even the firemen.
The donuts will never get done
and it appears now that
people who live above stores
will remain in a rage
leaning out of their windows
waving cigarettes like strobes
and bellowing the rest of the night.
Donal Mahoney
Big malls and mega-stores, equals small houses,
With Waring spouses,
And children often the losers.
Making cents, not sense,
Politicians talking nonsense,
About skyrocketing rents.
When will the penny drop,
About the way we shop,
So, we can wear collars less hot.
THE STORES ARE ALIVE
(To the tune of “The Hills Are Alive” From The Sound of Music)
The stores are alive with the sound of Muzak;
With carols they play every Christmas time.
The stores fill my ears with the sound of Muzak;
My heart wants to sing every song sublime..
My heart beats with joy at The First Noel
as its harmonies fill the air
My heart wants to sing as we hear sleigh bells ring
and it seems that Santa’s there.
To sing with the choir as it tells
what the Herald Angels say.
The message rings clear, that Christmas is well on its way
I go to the stores when Yuletide approaches.
I know I will hear what I’ve heard before.
My ears will be filled with the sound of Muzak
Ringing through the store
30th November 2021
To The Tune Of --- Musicals --- Part 1 Poetry Contest
Sponsor Natasha L Scragg
I have bought in boutiques
on Carnaby street,
stopped in stores galore
on the Champs-Élysées,
shopped 'til I dropped
on Madison Avenue,
and, what's more,
I've been seen to arrive,
fashionably late, on Rodeo Drive,
but one thing I hate,
and doubt I'll see, or there'll ever be,
as there's not much call,
for a linear row of shops downtown,
in a small Möbius strip mall.
Tho' Johann B. Listing (1808 – 1882),
rediscovered the non-orientable surface first,
Mr. August F.Möbius (1790 – 1868)
published his findings earlier and, well-versed,
Euclidean geometry taught he,
while, his wife, Dorothea, danced provocatively,
in pole position, at a nightclub naughty,
and, where out at night, on a fun day trip,
paying punters paid to ogle and view,
the ever-arousing Mrs. Möbius strip.
A killer has nothing to kill,
if shoppers get a grip, and
swallow the bitter pill!
"Honey, you can't go in
big stores anymore.
Less your are willing to be
another victim on a concrete
floor."
Get off the dang you tube
and shop on line!
Unless you want to be
dispatched to life, divine,
And honey, dragging kids
into a crime scene to be?
I am here to tell you, you
are out of your dang mind,
at least presently!
Let them scream and holler
all they like.
They don't understand the
choice is between a coffin
and a bike!
Being cheap and sucked in by
"no taxes" on products today?
Well, how do you talk to a corpse?
What can you say?
Perfectly sane people have guns.
They are not on line writing insane
'Manifestos' for fun.
Only nuts do this, but the media
spreads non-stop fear.
Like rancid peanut butter, all thick
and stuffed in your ears.
God is in charge, not folks.
Oh, if people just understood
this, things might turn around.
DC cannot control America,
Oh, yes they think they can!
Americans forgot God, and
follow the idiocy of man.
The movie that was pulled
death for Conservatives,
Gives you an idea, of how far
we have drifted, from the House
of Our Father.
What sane American wants to
support a move that calls for
beheading of others?
Plenty! How insanely tragic!
Is this what we have sunk to?
If so, I am going to pray and
hide under covers,
And pray intensely for God's
touch and His thunder!
August 13, 2019
My feet are chilly, a reminder that winter is right around the bend so take care or yourselves.
Christmas thinking already? Yes, because I was in a department store yesterday, and they had already
Thrown out the witches, ghouls, goblins, haunted houses, and replaced them with fat Santa elves.
If you are dazzled by things red and green, and twinkling lights, and Christmas makes you feel heady,
Go out to the stores. Christmas music is already ablaze in some aisles where elves sit on shelves.
Let’s go get some friends and we will go out together. I will pick up Donna, you pick up Eddy.
We will sing Christmas carols at the top of our musical prowess, and pretend my car is a sleigh.
If we get the right friends, and they all agree to join our crusade, we could make this a truly fun day!