Time hands seconds past the minute,
winter melts the sands,
sprung barter the seeds to take root,
petals leave for lands.
Abandoned juice bathes the barren,
weather soaks wet dreams,
towering outstretched limbs fashion,
cries tear up the streams.
Quartered the core green overgrowth,
sweet fester the sour,
fertile soil sources root approach,
West turn sunset lour.
Stockers fatten wanting store shelves,
greens packaged refreshed,
farmers loaded like Christmas elves,
checks at counters cashed.
Shoppers and grocers swapping smiles,
carts staggering highs,
past harvested fields, endless miles,
as New Year's Eve, nigh's.
Categories:
grocers, environment, growth, imagery, new
Form: Rhyme
Cicada Dreaming was told to Roland Robinson in 1965 by Julia Charles of the Yoocum Yoocum clans from the area around Wollumbin in the headwaters of the Tweed River, Northern NSW and is used with permission.
Tiny Dreamtime children, imprisoned in the earth,
pierce the little tree roots to sip sap beneath the dirt.
For seven years, cicada grubs, as they scratch and dig,
keep getting so much bigger that they pop off their skins.
The final time they’re off and up: up a fence, up a trunk, up a shed.
Kids collect the shells they leave, stuck with claws on curling feet.
Buzz, buzz, buzz: cicada wings brush past my nose.
Their raucous chorus is a non-stop drone.
A thousand bodies cling on sticks and twigs and leaves.
Above my ringing ears their yellow wee rains down me.
Every year they deafen us. The noise is really bad -
crying for their mothers, screaming for their dads.
But, this year there are - none.
I’m surprised that I feel sad.
Where have the mad things gone?
Yellow Mondays, Green Grocers,
Black Princes, Cherry Noses -
Much as they annoy me,
I hope that they’ll be back.
Categories:
grocers, insect,
Form: Rhyme
glib glassy green-eyed gruesome ghoulish goblins grabbing gloriously
glitzy glimmers of gourmet garnish. Giants give garbled ghosts gruff
growls. Gargantuous groups of glamorous gargoyles give greeters
goopy green gravy. Garbanzos grab globs of giant gamblling goulash.
Glum grieving giraffes generate gibberish in German. Granulated grocers gripe about grimy glittering goblets. Gainful games google greening, guessing about grimy graveyards of gruffly grotesque ghouls. Glam Grandma Gigi gazed at gradual greasy grasshopper’s greedy game-changing griddles and granolas. Grazing garbled granite gleaned Greta Garbo’s grateful giblet. Gus’s glorious greasy gangly go-go galoshes garnishing Gilly's’s gristled grizzled gemstone gleaning gallons of gracious gangly gallows.
Categories:
grocers, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Alliteration
Did I learn a worthy trade? Study war as a warrior?
Was I a helper, a first responder,
nurse, nanny, priest, pumpkin farmer,
a horny handed laborer,
did I lecture nitwit’s on the liberal arts or economics?
None of the above.
Yet I claim the kinship of all these,
my esteemed traveling companion:
Master Walt Whitman agrees.
I extol all of you America! All scoundrels,
wasters, longshoremen, coopers, sail makers,
beef butchers, mechanics, farriers, truckers,
tech analysts, grocers, grifters and daytime hookers.
I offer all of you my theoretical talents
and apply them generously to you,
the heaving throngs, and huddled masses.
Praise be and glory to all impractical scribblers,
liars, disgraced philosophers, tricksters, and drunks.
We poets celebrate ourselves,
save the world for ourselves alone,
warn of the terrible dire in the good,
the terrible good in the dire, while distrusting both,
yet still and all, disliking our own works
even more.
Categories:
grocers, poetry,
Form: Free verse
When beef and ham went underground
The grocers cheered for they had found
When meat has roots
No one disputes
The moldy green that grows around
Categories:
grocers, food,
Form: Limerick
The hovering heavy clouds of a Monday,
Where behind tight windows
Those who once were a part of God’s world
Wander hidden away from others.
Where once more they wash and rewash and clean,
And fear the presence of their neighbor,
Where they hide behind tight windows
And long for their children locked away.
Where telephones ring with hollow sounds,
And grown children’s faces are researched,
While tears roll and grocers toll for business struggling,
We gaze at lonely unkempt trees and hope
Hope for a brighter tomorrow,
When hovering clouds of a Tuesday
Stand tall and waiting.
Categories:
grocers, confusion, hope,
Form: Free verse
US americans
spending weeks
camping on a beach
in Greece breaks the body
down to where
we've gathered one
by one collecting each
and everyone's drachmas
we need
peanut
butter
the
real stuff we saw
on the local grocers'
shelf we all willing and
young to eat Skippy with
all the heart
attack ingredients
especially high fructose
corn syrup because after all
it was only
an eight ounce
jar so how could
we go too far down
one
more
level of
damnation
Categories:
grocers, muse,
Form: I do not know?
One time above a little shop,
An old greengrocer climbed on top,
Despite himself he could not stop,
The world had changed forever.
The fruit of that old grocers loins,
Became obsessed with notes and coins,
She knew the club she had to join,
For she was very clever.
Yet not as clever as the man,
From council flat in Birmingham,
Bought her vision and now he can,
Not get help for his wife.
A wife he loves and yes adores,
Who gave him joy and did his chores,
And lives today in corridors,
The last days of her life.
She sleeps and so he sits a while,
And raises just a little smile,
As he begins to reconcile,
The error of his ways.
He sees a TV playing news,
A woman in expensive shoes,
Repeats the grocers daugthers views,
F*** off out loud he says.
Categories:
grocers, care, political, sad,
Form: Rhyme
We moved up North and settled down.
We moved to Egremont, a crying out town.
Crying out for money to be invested, alas!
Not too many people were interested. Alas.
The people are good, wholesome and true,
A community of strength, of township glue.
It has a church, a dentist and great vets,
It has a post office and shop selling pets.
It has a memorial where time stands still.
A grocers, a bakers sounding their tills.
Several schools, a library, even a bookies
And best of all Old Grandmas' cookies.
We moved up North to start afresh; anew.
We lost some friends but only a few;
Their 'last post' heard across the vale,
Echoing memories into far distant pale.
Not all was lost. As time went by
We made friends anew; the chosen few.
The snow capped mountains, crystal lakes.
All worthwhile, we did what it takes.
We moved up North and settled down,
We moved to Egremont, a crying out town.
Crying for money to be invested, alas!
Not too many people were interested. Alas.
Categories:
grocers, memorial, poverty,
Form: Rhyme
Fully dropped partridge. Snowing in circles then? Interesting how a sparrow can use a spade but not a fork. And how amazing is it to whirl around and around in a barrel of sharks. Yes. It is to be said that nine times a heifer is a load of sugar lumps in a line. Rotating. Rotunda. Crazy crossing creations causing charmed cream. And a spirited spritely whale is not a light bulb glow or is it a left over luggage sign! Turntables taking trellises. Great. And an injection of interference os a ninety thousand pound bottle of wine spinning in a cloud or a solar system. Clap that then. But applause is for apples. Carry with care from grocers. And oh look the shiny sink is sparkling with wisdom and wit. For it is a carrier pigeon that sits in a pigeon hole. Wow. Wonderful wandering weave. Ha ha x and a large z too. Hypothetical Z
Categories:
grocers, angel,
Form: I do not know?
Innocents tremble in terrible terror
witnessing mankind’s deluge of errors.
Violence grows as a sure hate spreader,
intent on humanities' ultimate sever.
A barrage of plastic politicians with greedy minds
focus on leaving justice long lost and behind.
Modern media’s constant torrent of drama
drags good people down inside insipid trauma.
Landlords, bankers, grocers and their names
Disappeared behind campaigns for corporate gain.
Focused on leaving all people monetarily lame,
Corporations score God second to financial gain.
The world has grown unrecognizable.
Universal fairness may never know arrival.
Stupidity and apathy diseases worldwide spiral
as brotherhood, religion and ethics lose disciples.
Categories:
grocers, change, conflict, culture, fear,
Form: Rhyme
A very loyal woman was Miep Jan Gies,
Brave, caring, and really very wise -
She was confident and daring - On her some lives depended
Now, following her story, so many minds have mended.
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Considering the worsening situation for the Jews, the Franks decided to go into hiding in the secret annex of their office building. Miep gladly agreed to be a helper, bringing them food that she would gather from different grocers with ration cards.
She and her co-workers were able to keep the family hidden for over two years, but eventually they were betrayed. The annex was raided by the Nazis on August 4, 1944, and the occupants were sent to concentration camps. Miep found Anne Frank's diary and put it away for the family's return.
She was a great source of hope and motivation for the Franks; they couldn’t have lasted long without Miep’s help.
Categories:
grocers, betrayal, care, change, character,
Form: Clerihew
A PROSPECTIVE.
A POSTAL EMPLOYEE IS LICKED.
A GROCERS IS FRESH.
A FIRE FIGHTER IS PUT OUT.
A TEACHER IS LEARNED.
A WINE IS BOTTLED UP.
A MAILER IS SENT OUT.
A FISHERMAN IS FISHY.
A MASON IS BRICKED.
A CAR IS TIRED.
A DOG IS BONED.
A CAT IS MOUSEY.
A BOY IS PLAY.
A GIRL IS FANCY STUFF.
A MAN IS STRONG.
A WOMAN IS LOVE.
Categories:
grocers, allegory, silly,
Form: I do not know?
I often wonder slightly,
as I close the fridge door nightly,
is there more to know about produce,
so innocent next to juice?
Does the mayo fight the milk jug?
Does the ketchup dance out on the rug?
I swear I hear it faintly,
from the kitchen floors below!
Are the leftover pizza slices,
charging outrageous ticket prices,
to a vaudeville pickle show?
But everytime I creep,
to see what company bagels keep,
my eyes can only see,
silent eggs,
a quiet scone,
and a dormant block of provolone!
Hmmmm...
I'll get the tea pot to tell it all to me...
Categories:
grocers, fantasy, humor,
Form: Couplet
I take the easy way out
Life's a luggage with knotted cords
And walking around with it is hard
I take the easy way out
From beckoning sorrows deferred
Pass lazy neon lights where others erred
I take the easy way out
Away from the half-nude scent of girls
Drowning in their disgust, vomitted pearls
I take the easy way out
Away from glasses winking with sweaty skin
Cold as ice, and bar stools staggering spin
I take the easy way out
Pass insiduous young men selling relief
At conspicuous grocers' door of grief
I take the easy way out
For I cannot be solved by a chemical solution
Gargling through my veins, it's no ablution
I take the easy way out
Not before a screaming car or in a dismal leap
The rope can do that while I sleep
I take the easy way out
And laugh, because I believe, at everything.
Categories:
grocers, mystery, social
Form: Verse
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