Best Sundries Poems

I took my periodic stroll through the local antique store today.
There were the usual horse collars, clocks and various sundries on display.
Havin' no need fer horse collars and sech, I quickly passed them by,
But a paintin' of an abandoned stagecoach really caught my eye!

The artist...

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The South had Fallen
Horace Greeley came callin'
"Go west and grow up with the country"
Destruction and death
They packed and left
With horses wagons and sundries
Wounded and bruised
Nothing to lose
Their resolve hardened by fire
Disillusioned men 
Starting over again
Peace and freedom was all they desired
Hardships faced
Sidearms embraced
Settling throughout the...

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28.
So this is the  little shop
That you wish to stake your claim
Fill your precious storehouse
With sundries and fame.

So this is the commercial alter
That you pray to every night
Sell your cheap drink umbrellas
Hit on miracle sprites.

So this is the fun palace
That you built upon the...

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Shadows fill the alley, where they lie in wait
To buy and sell sundries of a wicked kind
needles injected, gun shots fired, witnessed in
     flashing neon lights

I equate them to sewer rats, crawling 'round
whose sinister stories would make me shudder
counting their number...

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Never spill secrets.
Always raise the bar.
Sometimes go in hiding.
Never steal sundries.
Always look to win.
Sometimes cry.
Never arrive late.
Always appear content.
Sometimes freak out.
Never sound alarms.
Always handle it yourself.
Sometimes find windows.
Never kiss your neighbor.
Always leave a note.
Sometimes pour your heart out.
Never stop too soon.
Always reassess.
Sometimes rip it to...

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One slow motion jagged tear
found me after you left me here.
Its wetness sits still upon my face
as I stare at absolutely no place.

What I do live and what I dream
and all sundries fitting in between,
now struggle in a frenzied dance
passing thru, in and out, this...

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Isolated by the shield of insecurity
The walls of paradigm unable to break through
Crouched into a small piece
The connecting door locked the border of my sanity

Long gone for the world of sundries
Terminated in limitation of self esteem 
Yearn for the reasonable life to live
Seems like my world...

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I can not remember how long ago
You told me your tale of greed
It's stuck in my mind for many a year
That we should take just what we need
But my kin are now wanting more and more
So your tale I tell them to heed

Now we are...

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Waking up in the year 2020,
I went to the local store
to buy some much 
needed groceries,
"what?" I said,
a loaf of bread $10.00,
and a gallon of milk
$20.00, "holy cow!,
can't even afford to
buy a few staple sundries,
is this some kind of joke
and is someone
trying to be funny?"
I...

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this was written after a day of snorkeling off mile marker 14 in Maui

Dominated by destinations and schedules
I can only look ahead.
Forward to 14.
We must park, we must mark ours.
I must govern us by order if we are to enjoy all.
Positioning my sundries I cannot...

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Oh, how our world has changed!
   Our days are rearranged-
this quarantine exchanged
   for freedom- so deranged.

How long- we do not know;
   the peak will come to show
a curve- and then plateau-
   at that, our hope may grow.

Oh,...

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When night markets begin to come alive;
Kaleidoscope  of light  glitters the street
As  sundries  pile,  welcoming a throng’s  dive
Where voices shrill to haggle for fine treat:
And cacophony rasps  like a foghorn
When perpetual hysteria rises 
Through  bargains from outfits...

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Two true taboo nocturnal friends
Bedeviling the vernal places;
Un-men unto un-town's undead ends,
Under wrinks in mansworld's faces;

Take care me boys, wear Wolfrat clothes - 
Make sure you're tooled - tooths fully bloodied?
Put yer foot in ther gutter that 'Overworld' loathes,
Splosh mirror truths Ministers muddied.

Rah, in the...

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When I was growing up in Brooklyn,
Which was way back when,
We’d always get just what we needed
In the Five and Ten:

Cosmetics, stockings, pots and pans,
Greeting cards and games;
Curtains, tablecloths and vases,
Clothes and picture frames.

Sundries (who knew what they were?),
45’s and candy;
Mops and brooms and other...

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Shall we continue the praise of the moon?
Or of the monk and the nun?
Shall our glottis be lean on the herbs?
Or on the slacken nerves?

Shall our words be drained on mountains?
Or our inks on the beauty of fountains?
Shall our eyes be seduced by the fir...

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