Oval day broke and hunger looking for $5 meal
Walk into the discount store. Food fossils line the shelves, with beverages stacked in dusty years and bread petrified with mold, hard for two weeks. Jesus sings to shoppers from the boombox. Nero mocks Biden for losing to Caesar. They ban weed and *********** but hand kids assault weapons for school shootings. Broadcasts sold in installments to poor folks play on countryside AM like Roosevelt’s nightly chats. Jesus is a friend, but compassion ain’t rent. Social Security and EBT rolled cigarettes . Get a job, hit the streets, and hear jail anthems for the broken. Jesus’ blood drips, Buddha weeps, and they spit on my poppy’s grave. Rome is for Romans, commandments nailed for Judas, and the American dream turns to apostasy. The Samaritan’s gas tank runs dry. Billionaires make their riches from fraud, while Protestant TV preachers fleece the flock. The revolution flickers on the tube. Why is God love, Jack?
Categories:
discount store, addiction, angst, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
THEN the skies bellowed a frothy glitter and d o w n became up &
sideways turned horizontally truthful
said the vegan Aardvark.
THE Policeman chewed his m0uth-
side and a Red Ant crawled out from his nostril damn-us (Quatrain 173) &
my pillow has luscious lips from some disembodied woman who once cared
for me. The rest of this delirious
prose is buried in an unmarked book
within a discount store on the far
side of the Moon.
::02.??.2020::
Categories:
discount store, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I've seen my childhood memories
In broad daylight come and go
What ones didn't fade away
Away they were thrown
From Granddaddy's Carolina farm
To the old country store
As progress keeps on moving on
While opening and slamming doors
What used to be roaming free
Home on the range
Is now a giant discount store
Open 24 hours a day
Where you can go and buy yourself
Most anything you need
Don't forget and leave your soul
Somewhere in aisle 3
And what was once neighborly love
Is now behind an 8 foot wall
With no idea of how they are
When we don't even call
With the fruit of our existence
Rotting on the vine
We should have picked it long ago
The minute it was ripe
I could go on with this forever
As each day brings a new change
Some are good, some are bad
Some should have stayed the same
But the biggest change that I've seen
From every thing that tends to leave
Is the bitter change
That I often see in me
Categories:
discount store, life,
Form: Rhyme
I’m thinking of the letter “B”
So close and yet so far
It seems a bit unfair to me
Let’s stop, reset the bar
We’ve cast the “B” to status, poor
With quality less pleasing
Like something from a discount store
A lack of something, teasing
Yet think of how essential,
I’m sure you will agree
Just think how consequential,
Not having a plan B
It also fronts some of the Best
And Brightest of our text
So much more, I’ve not addressed
But look what’s coming next!
Perhaps this is somewhat a stretch
But imagine Hamlet’s bray
With the words he’d have to retch,
To “A” or not to “A”
Categories:
discount store, fun, humor, language,
Form: Rhyme
Black Friday zooms:
A magic poise,
A lusty room,
A greedy choice.
The heat is on:
Buy more and more,
Cheap discount store,
Odd stocks galore!
Wants now emerge:
Watch crazy surge,
Such a mad purge,
That buying urge.
Stores with such stocks:
Crowds push and block,
In mad gridlock,
For bargains flock.
Just for a day:
Cash promptly pays,
For things to sway,
Feel happy stay.
Thus stocks now pile:
To usher smiles,
Watch sales now style,
Find spree worthwhile.
In the mad rush:
Ugly moods brush,
Or else stray blush,
Sense a clear crush.
A shopping spree:
To fund odd wants,
To buy like free,
To prompt cash puns.
Leon Enriquez
24 November 2017
Singapore
Categories:
discount store, allegory,
Form: Quatrain
Multi Billionaires don't know your life.
And have never had to go without.
Decide whether to feed the kids or pay the rent.
Do a job that they really hate.
Clean damp from the walls and mice from their shed.
shop in a discount store or buy the cheapest goods.
To run a car that's on it's last legs .
they got their riches off the backs of the poor
If you vote for him he will screw you over
all Americans are immigrants unless your a red Indian, don't fall for his hate
this is a plea from over the pond
Please don't vote for Donald Trump .
Categories:
discount store, political,
Form: Free verse
Happily piling in,
The discount store games begin
tis the season to be jolly but
Dont ****ing touch me!-
beneath the holly
I dont know where that mouths been
and look at those clothes!
thrift store threads, what hideous throws!
Clank clonk clank, duh
dribbling dance, but i wont get on the dance floor and
Cut a rug!
Im far too fly of a fashion bug
Hairs exquisite down to the longitudinal strand
ha did you see last night reality show?
Come up with phantoms
Sphinxes, and gargoyles-
The honest are misleading
Succubus lies in recline
And snickers at it all
While her parasol protects her
Cuz the demons dont like the sun at all
Categories:
discount store, friendship, funny, love,
Form: Free verse
You Won’t Believe Who I Saw at Target
By Elton Camp
I was surprised at who I thought that I did spy
But caught her only out of the corner of my eye
Even with a baseball cap and such dark glasses
I thought, “For the First Lady that easily passes.”
But of interest and surprise I didn’t show a trace
After all, she is entitled to her own private space
Nevertheless, a round-about shopping route I took
So perhaps I could inconspicuously get a better look
That time there wasn’t even the slightest doubt
From the White House, Mrs. Obama had slipped out
Standing around were several men in casual clothes
They were Secret Service. Anybody can spot those
That she’d shop in a discount store I had to admire
She could’ve bought anywhere her heart did desire
But if Wal Mart ever should happen to find it out
They will wish they had gained her favor, no doubt
Categories:
discount store, funny,
Form: Rhyme
(Written to the rhythm of "The Things that I Love", if you want to sing along!)
Eating black licorice and cake with thick frosting!
Not doing so many things too exhausting.
Trying out ice creams in flavors galore!
I’m always doing the things I adore.
Viewing good dramas that make my heart flutter.
Watching those movies with popcorn and butter.
Finding myself in a huge discount store!
I’m always doing the things I adore.
When it’s Christmas or my birthday,
That’s the best of all!
I always feel happy and now you know why:
Because I think life’s a ball!
Petting a kitty, curled up warm and cozy.
Doing my e-mails or writing a poesy.
Wave-running, sunbathing, down by a shore.
I’m always doing the things I adore.
Seeing God’s wonders - like sunsets and flowers.
Looking at paintings or reading for hours.
Dancing and laughing, and oh, so much more. . .
I’m always doing the things I adore!
When it’s Christmas or my birthday,
That’s the best of all.
I always feel happy and now you know why:
Because I think life’s a ball. Yes, life is just a ball!
For the Happy Days Poetry Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron
Categories:
discount store, christmas, happy,
Form: Rhyme
Yearning to dance, he went
to a discount store with
very little money to spend.
He needed new old shoes.
He’d been saving to buy beer
that evening, and aftershave,
and a ten dollar ticket
to a singles’ dance.
Loneliness would sometimes
crowd out the need for food,
but he couldn’t dance without
leather soled shoes.
He needed to buy black shoes,
inconspicuous ones that hid
poverty and social class and
help him fit in at the dance.
Of fifty or so pairs of brown
and black shoes, a pair
of black loafers still shined,
appeared almost new.
He wondered briefly whose
toes had shifted in those shoes--
Was he a dancing man?
A rich man? A lonely man?
He slipped into the mystery
man’s shoes: A perfect fit.
A new confidence,
A feeling of wealth.
Tonight in the dance hall,
dancing away his blues,
will be a man with
inconspicuous black shoes.
Categories:
discount store, dance, dance,
Form: Free verse
i passed by a guy
just the other day
in his hand he held
a sign that read
just hungry
i felt the need to ask my peers
for permission
as i labeled myself
a reborn christian
but i removed this thought from my head
not remembering the man
i should have fed
i walked through the doors
of the discount store
thinking
how could i feed myself
and this hungry guy
i shopped around the isles
searching for bargain deals
and cheap nutritious meals
only for myself
as i was not in need
only consumed by my greed
upon leaving the store
i met a girl by the door
asking for donations in the name of the lord
so i gave my ten percent
of the money that i spent
and forgave myself of this deed
leaving the man in need
as i tried not to listen
to the voice that made me a christian
getting rid of the kind voice in my head
for the man i should have fed
he who held the sign that read
just hungry
Categories:
discount store, food, inspirational, sorry, voice,
Form: I do not know?