Best Walmart Poems
I want to mingle
with the people of Walmart
as they regally push
their shopping carts
Eclectically dressed perfection
each a work of art
Camouflaged chic
or an old guy
dressed like a tart
Back and forth my eyes dart
Over there
a sequinned heart
and here
a bedazzled jacket
that looks real smart
Some saunter,
some sashay
reaching into pockets
and purses to pay
The happy faced discounts
make everyone’s day
Treasure troves in hand
life’s better than okay
See the flying nun
with her habit hiding her gun
Today’s discounted ammo
is tomorrow’s fun
As I watch her pay
I wonder if her beads and bullets
help her to pray
A coupon cowboy
basement bargain pleasure
a new pair of jeans
some pork and beans
for good measure
Get in, get out
no time for leisure
Here the world moves too fast
he don’t like the pressure
Low cut tight tops
girls searching for cheap
bargains galore
listen to the cash registers beep
I let the sights and sounds
into my brain seep
None of these people are sheep
humanity is well beyond skin deep
Lingering laughter later
might make it hard to sleep
Perhaps too much butt cleavage
and beep bleep bleep!
Inspired by Kurt Ravinda’s poem “A Metophor” his is a brilliant piece.
blueberries are not an option
oversize strawberries, maybe.
16 pack
of pop-tarts
the workers look worried
or weary
worn down by the woman who taps on her wrist-watch
with her forefinger
her painted mask forms a frown
her eyebrows are more aggressive
flashing lights
spilled onto the glossy floor tiles
the shelves are soaked in strange
i am invisible
avoiding intentional eye-contact
content to be
a casual observer
unnoticed by an acquaintance
out of context
unaccustomed to our bodies without barriers
beside the cereal boxes i wonder
if i look different behind bullet-proof glass
fat-free or chocolate 2%
there is no middle-ground
but i prefer the color blue to brown
so the choice is made easier
by arbitrary affections
this is where college students
collect the contents of their refrigerators
this is where bananas
are available after midnight
on a thursday
or is it friday?
all i can say is that it doesn’t matter much
in this fluorescent fantasy land
everything is affordable
especially time
because wages are waning
and the hunger will never cease.
You made a rookie mistake, it is more than obvious
you don’t watch true crime documentaries or you would surely know
never buy murder supplies at the Walmart super store
YOUR WALMART GIRL
----verse 1
Sometimes some things just happen.
Sometimes we need a touch to help us get by.
When it's not there we wonder why.
I know your hand is lonely.
It's in your touch I see it there in your eye.
All I can do is wonder why.
------chorus
Why can't we get together?
I don't know.
How did you touch me? I don't know.
If I could reach your mind Maybe we could find it.
But I don't know.
I'm just your Walmart girl.
----verse 2
Smiling is tired and lonely.
There's no tomorrow when there's only today.
It's just a way to get us by.
Scanning goes by so quickly
While I search for words to ask how you have been.
Then it's too late -- you're gone again.
-----chorus
Why can't we get together?
I don't know.
How did you touch me? I don't know.
If I could reach your mind Maybe we could find it.
But I don't know.
I'm just your Walmart girl.
I'm just your Walmart girl.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
my empty car
idles as I shop. . .
Why aren’t my keys with me?
(This happened to me this year on Black Friday.
Lucky for me, I had not locked the car!!)
For Richard Lamoureux's QuestionKu Poetry Contest
YOUR WALMART GIRL
----verse 1
Sometimes some things just happen.
Sometimes we need a touch to help us get by.
When it's not there we wonder why.
I know your hand is lonely.
It's in your touch I see it there in your eye.
All I can do is wonder why.
------chorus
Why can't we get together?
I don't know.
How did you touch me? I don't know.
If I could reach your mind Maybe we could find it.
But I don't know.
I'm just your Walmart girl.
----verse 2
Smiling is tired and lonely.
There's no tomorrow when there's only today.
It's just a way to get us by.
Scanning goes by so quickly
While I search for words to ask you how you have been.
Then it's too late -- you're gone again.
-----chorus
Why can't we get together?
I don't know.
How did you touch me? I don't know.
If I could reach your mind Maybe we could find it.
But I don't know.
I'm just your Walmart girl.
I'm just your Walmart girl.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
At the local Walmart (some of us shop there)
a young woman was standing at the self-checkout
with a huge cart of groceries, sobbing her eyes
out. The store was crowded. No one
paid her any attention. I was passing on
my way out of the store, and I stopped.
She was distraught, her credit card, denied.
I asked how much -- happened to have cash
to pay her tab. She said, "You don't have to do that,"
and I said, " Oh Yes, I do." A Walmart employee
pitched in the few pennies I lacked, and I
left the store, marveling at the line of folks
that saw distress, and looked away.
Walmart, again, for a few purchases,
When it was time to pay, my wallet was left
on the seat of the car--a sometimes occurrence
in the absent-minded years. I asked the checker
to put my cart aside while I went to retrieve it.
She replied, "He wants to pay for you."
Turning around, "I faced a forty-something
behind me, and I said in astonishment,
"You don't have to do this." He, unsmiling,
serious-faced: "I know I don't have to do
this." "Hug!" I said, and put my arms
around him."You will get this back in spades,
you know. It's called Karma."
"Pay it forward..." he replied.
Random acts of kindness: Jesus
at the Walmart."
~Sale At Wal-Mart~
(Free Style)
I heard there's a sale
A sale right at Wal-Mart
They're about to sail
Still their biggest sale
I receive their notice
It came with my e-mail
Don't care what hails
Nothing beat their sales
So I'll run to Wal-Mart
Before sales get started
Want to be there first
Before people doors burst
So I'll see you there
Buying tons of footwear.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
January.25.2016
Walmart
I despise you
The flea on the dog
Aphid in the garden
Disease that turns into plague
Wasn't to pleased we did business with you
Was out of my control,
Had to watch the news
He comes in my room
Look of disgust on his face
Units being returned
Okay, no big deal
They never reached the shelves
Gamblers disadvantage seems unreal
You reported units sold
Numbers don't add up
Some underpaid worker
Wasn't properly trained on your scanner
It's seeing loved ones hurt
16 hours days,
Sorting through sheisty distributors
No first grade teacher telling you how to read a contract
It's brutal
It's full of life
So when someone really screws you over
You're lungs clench,
They bite
Hard to breathe
Hard to see
Wedding coming up,
Bills wont adjust
You've made it hard
Your business tactics
Make broke so abrupt
I try to keep my head high
Attitude optimistic
Trying to make a dent in the world
Hard when you're a role model for retailers
They'll be sure to follow suit
The real fear
Companies don't learn
Brick n Mortar stores will bump up churn
Because the leader of the pack
Decided to cut prices and help
High price of Low Cost,
Still cant fit my emotions into words.
Big picture,
Big release for us
Small in comparison to others
Can't imagine the look on big distributors face
When they got their numbers,
Want Walmart to burn in hell
Still wouldn't be even
She wore a teeny red bikini in Walmart to shop,
At 300 lbs, she made the shoppers jaws drop.
She bounced and flopped going down the aisle,
Enjoying all the attention in grand old style.
There were no signs that read, “No bikinis in the store,”
So the management let her shop despite what she wore.
I went home, put on my bikini, and thought, “Not bad for being older.”
Maybe I would wear it to Walmart too…when Hell freezes over!
l
7/23/16
Contest Rhyme Battle: Round 6
Sponsor: Juli-Michelle
Awarded 4th Place
on rolling hills they were laid
given a tomb stone and honored grave
up right and at attention
all standing in formation
on peaceful and silent hills
they laid
in rows, government issued graves
a place to stay until Resurrection Day
a place with a Name, on visitors day
a place to put flowers
or drop tears on a grave
they lie there waiting, still serving
as hero's are laid
on the rolling hills of Jefferson Barracks
cemetery they lay
At twenty-one
your life just started
how could you just give up?
You never know what you will find at the Walmart store,
One thing for sure, you will never be bored.
I once saw a woman in a fur coat at 80 degrees,
Standing there sweating as pretty as you please.
I’ve seen a woman walking around in her bikini,
She was not slender, and it was teeny weeny.
Shoppers that saw her did a double take,
Watching each step as she would jiggle and shake.
Many a time I have seen a man with his butt showing,
I pretend not to notice, and just kept going.
Some men wear their pants dragging, and low on their hips,
They are trying to be cool, but you hope they don’t trip.
A few with the motorized carts don’t know how to drive,
So you stay out of their way if you want to stay alive.
At the Walmart store you usually can find a good deal,
And the entertaining customers you see is part of its appeal.
soon all that will be left is a jar with
a vertibrae and rubbing alcohol.
methusela growing long exo-sceletal fingernails
in his seven hundreth year steers crookedly.
soon all that will be left is grocery isles filled
with bleached teflon he says.
rows of miraculous white wonder bread.
methusela tells how in the 80's outside of
berlin he used the psudeneum
sir diedrich chronograph.
apparently he was a well known grafetti artist
along the ribs of the autobahn.
methusela smiles a little dodging children down the
isle playing with plastic sabre swords.
Though the same might well be said for the men,
My brain is not on autopilot for them.
On a hunt for portable heat through a whipping wind
I approach the glow of our collective cornucopia
Out there in the dark, along with the other faithful worshippers
Of hopeful abundance,
There to sort amongst the tuefelsdrock
For the answer to my present need.
On the way through the magical self-opening doors of this temple
I reflect, for no good reason,
On the fact that if this were any moment in 99.9% of our past
I would be swiftly, fearfully gathering sticks while fearfully watching
For hungry eyes in the darkness,
Then running for my life back to the familiar squalor of the cave.
I rummage through the temple and find my portable firepit,
And stand cradling it in line with the other faithful,
Awaiting my turn to exchange the promise in my magic card
For my right to bear this bit of magic home.
And as I wait I look over the current legend sheets of our tribe,
Prominently displayed, which declare that mermen live in the waters of Florida,
Yea, and that beings from the distant stars walk unseen amongst us.
And I scan with my hunter's unresting eye and see
That indeed, the outliers of my tribe seem to be in a most unseemly condition.
But that's how it goes for the desperate little hairless apes.
There's naught to be done for it, so I take the successful fruit of my hunt
Back to my cave, oh mighty hunter I,
Where I shall light the fire with magic
And settle with my mate in grateful renewed security
And listen to the wind howl as I chase sleep beside her
And listen to the wind howl
And howl
And howl.