Amy Ingram, who lives next door,
like nobody, you've met before,
always talks with a whirring sound,
and walks an inch above the ground,
all mechanical that's for sure.
She reopened the hardware store,
mending microwaves and mowers,
AI hope for our run down town,
Amy Ingram.
Red capped residents, soon got sore,
said "this ain't our town any more",
but some of us stuck to our ground,
we wouldn't let them shut her down,
I'm just glad I've got to know her,
Amy Ingram.
Categories:
hardware, anger, discrimination, future, people,
Form: Rondeau
The wooden floor wore
decades of dust.
Near the doorway
brooms grew out of a fire bucket
and bloomed in an odd
array of heads. A pile of coir mats
lay stacked in a wheelbarrow,
all chorused in a WELCOME.
Bernie's store was a haphazard
sprawl of hardware stuff
and followed no order at least
by any stretch of logic.
Hammers were paired
with paint, boxes of nails
mixed company with hinges
and fittings for copper pipes. And yet,
Bernie had every item carefully
mapped in his head.
Ask for something
and he would take you
straight to the spot.
It had the air of a serious place,
almost like a church. Tools were
the blessed instruments
of a sacred order, treated with care
and reverence. Back then
power tools were just coming in
but none contaminated
the sanctified air of Bernie's
hardware store.
On the back wall,
above the garden tools,
hung a plain wooden crucifix
beside a picture of Bernie's
late wife. From her lofty height
she seemed to look down
with an approving smile every time
the cash register rang,
accompanied by a “thanks”.
Categories:
hardware, love, memory, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse
I work in the retail sector
and everyone's gone mad.
It's really very amusing.
It's really very sad.
Toilet paper and sanitizers
have flown right out the door.
Though everyone is asking
we've no idea when we'll get more.
The face masks of every type
are hoarded like they're gold.
Even the ones for dust or painting.
But those hoarders can't be told.
The painters and the contractors
are getting pretty mad
since the ones they need for their jobs
are no where to be had.
Panic is setting in
and everyone's afraid.
But off to work we go
because we just need to get paid.
The N-95 face masks
( the ones they really need)
are limited to six per customer,
a lot of whom can't read.
We wipe the counters diligently,
the keypads and scanners too.
We don't want the coronavirus
but we understand it's just a flu.
Wash your hands, don't touch your face.
It doesn't seem that tough,
and if you're sick, just stay home.
We can't emphasize this enough.
~~~~~~~~~~~
12/03/2020
Categories:
hardware, satire, sick, work,
Form: Rhyme
A handheld hardware is a manual mouse
Used to position or place a cursor
On a computer screen or flat surface
To be the user's item selector.
The pointing device performs an action
By clicking chosen function on display;
Allowing user to do the purpose
With much precision all throughout the day.
Cursor controller can move and pick text,
The icons, folders, and files are managed;
It walks in a pad or in a smooth desk,
Filled with wide wisdom, insight and knowledge.
An optical mouse works in distinct way,
Shining a bright light down onto your desk;
The effulgent glow comes from L-E-D,
As computer's view is quite picturesque.
The different types of the mighty mouse
Include optical, trackball, and laser;
Mechanical, ball, wireless, and others
Are a marvelous fine handheld hardware.
Categories:
hardware, poems,
Form: Quatrain
I walked into the hardware store,
A place I’d never been before,
And knew that I would surely find
Exactly what I’d had in mind.
The narrow aisles were like a maze
Which led to crowded wall displays.
The owner, deep in heavy schmoozing,*
Left me to my own perusing.
Finally, I earned a glance
And asked him if he had, perchance,
A drainage trap or some such thing
To catch a slipped-off wedding ring.
He pointed to a set of shelves
(I guess we had to help ourselves)
And then went back into his chat,
Not budging from the place he sat.
The whole time I was on my search
He prattled from his counter perch,
Not caring if I would prevail
Or even if he’d make a sale.
I found my prize, he named a price
And handed me my merchandise.
His goodbye smile said, “Good for you!
You found it, like I knew you’d do!”
*conversing
Categories:
hardware, people,
Form: Rhyme
The hardware store's a dying breed
As big box stores invade.
They used to have just what you'd need,
Each item U.S. made.
But now they face a growing threat
'Cause though they're down the block,
Most people hit their cars to get
A wider choice of stock.
You need a hammer and some nails,
A spatula or strainer,
Home Depot's got it - never fails;
To most, it's a no-brainer.
The old and dusty hardware store,
Which passed from dad to son,
Might rate a look-around before
The day there will be none.
Categories:
hardware, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme
The strength of bodily organs
carries to the extent they can
for sensual pleasure
Both are like hardware and software
Categories:
hardware, introspection, life, visionary, sensual,
Form: Verse
we need it at our house
to catch the mouse
you a trap
thats wrap
you don't need a maple
theyer not hard to fine
kept this in mind
just be a ware
yoy do nee the
HARDWARE
Categories:
hardware, business
Form: I do not know?
Flapping in the wind
A sign hangs near the front door
"LEAF BLOWERS ON SALE"
Categories:
hardware, sea, seasons
Form: Haiku