Long Black friday Poems
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With the turkey out of the way
It's time to do some shop and save
Black Friday...here we go again
I am up at three o'clock
So I'll be at the door on the dot
Shopping like a mad whirlwind
Pulling up to Walmart
Grab myself a fresh shopping cart
For when the doors open up at five
Like a horse out of the gate
Your own fault for being in my way
Just count your blessings that your still alive
Beat the crowds straight to the back
For a little snatch and grab
Gotta have the newest wide screen T.V.
Blue hair had my T.V. in her cart
Took her out with a karate chop
Sorry granny it's either you or me
Next set my sights on this kid
With no clue of what he did
Or how he ended splayed out on the floor
In the remote car shopping isle
And it may take that kid awhile
To remember who, what, when, or what for
I next wildly veer off to the right
For that set of Ginsu knives
That I use to hold back the forming crowd
With it being the only set left
I Samurai it over my head
Which quickly clears out the entire Ginsu isle
With my shopping about done
I sweep shelves into my cart on the run
Figure I can sort it all out later
At times it's hard to pick and choose
With the attitude of I hate to lose
Anyways I figure they owe me for all my labor
When I get to the front of the store
There's bookoo bunches of crowds galore
I've never seen such a long drawn out line
So I clear the path in front of me
Taking people off at the knees
They'll surely think twice the next time
Before getting in my way
And my day of shop and save
Already planning for next year my friend
Satisfied I head for the door
But I tell you not before
I turn and say Happy Holidays and Good Will Towards Men!
Cause that's just the way I am...
The Real Christmas
From Black Friday to Christmas Eve,
presents to purchase and wrap.
Office and family parties, visits to relatives
platters of food and gallons of alcohol.
Trees dressed to the nines in dangling baubles
and twinkling lights.
Continuous Christmas carols blaring from radios
and loud speakers.
Wreaths and decorations to adorn tables,
night stands, credenzas, book shelves.
Lights hung in strings so large that rows
of houses look like runways for planes.
Inflatable Santas, snowmen, reindeer and nutcrackers
compete for space in yards.
Nativities, pageants, plays special music
consume congregations.
Is this the real Christmas?
Or perhaps it is-
A silent night, two thousand years ago
in a dimly lit cave.
A babe wrapped in woolen clothes
lying in a sheep’s feeding trough.
Only shepherds and loving parents
in attendance.
An infant destined to change history.
The future savior of the world.
I bought you a gift, Black Friday cheap
I hoped you would like it and want to keep
My credit card quaked and shook in my hand
I spent much more than I had planned
Black Friday gripped me, bargains galore
I saw the glitter, glistening and spent some more
The gold so yellow, Black Friday blond, amber
Will drape with pride on your delicate camber.
Black Friday arrived, a wooden gift box hidden
Inside the thinnest chain your heart may be broken
The diamonds larger on the screen, but tiny reality
The gold a wafer, the emeralds pale lacking vitality
Black Friday lied and Black Friday cheated
My cards are naked, my accounts are depleted
I dashed in the morning through the showers
And hid Black Friday, with a bunch of flowers.
David Cox 19/02/23
Terrified moments are frozen in time
another Black Friday inks history
as fear gripped innocence wrenching
it ripped it from their astonished eyes
Then lights turned off on a Tower
normally filled with life and love,
Mothers wailed as Fathers filled
with anger petrifying their hearts
Now knowing a magnitude of loss, grief,
The Country of Love weeps for what was,
steadfast, noble yet still abrim with hope
candles and flowers stop missiles of hate
So vast is this outpouring of love
the whole planet shines in tribute,
with ribbons of blue white and red
streaming unto the heavens above
we have cried with you, and for you
we've said prayers of protection,
I Daydream of peaceful saner days
when humanity can be in solidarity.
Showing humanity at its very worst
and at its utmost horrifying,
this act of barbaric monsters
has stoked the fires of Justice
Erase them from the pages of our age
it should be as if they never were,
like the Nazi's they should be hunted
the Federation of fellow man shall rise.
Love will always conquer hate filled minds
tomorrow faces a thousand ways to evil,
let compassion and common decency
win the day, lets again know a gentler time
In the long grass, fear is only a concept
and humankind no longer knows only greed,
In these days to Love your neighbour
will just be, I'm just a dreamer maybe
The City of Light is illuminating the world
with Grace and Fortitude their shield,
and by their side the sword of the justice
is rising ready to strike so they can RIP.
Have you found your bargain
So many will camp out
To get a present on a deal
The lines will wrap around
The outside doors
When the door opens be careful
For they stampede in trying to enter
Many get injured if not fast or big enough
Everyone will get there gifts
They have been longing on
Then it's time to check out
And the lines are just as long
For we have called all the
Cashiers to the front and hired
All that would work for seasonal help
But the lines are just constant
My friend over to far right side
They have this new register
With not many seeing it
There is no waiting or lines over here
The problem is you will have
To check yourself out
But this register is much different
There will be one to turn on your light
To let others know you have
Now entered into a working progress
Place your hatred through here
And love will come through
Scan your envy and giving you receive
Keep working we ain't done yet
For this has to be done through
Each person that comes through this line
Have any questions about any barcodes
The answers for all are
Placed under the light
Only problem is if you
choose this line
Before you are able to go
Through the door to receive your gift
Your old self will have to remain in the store
And the new creation and living being
Shall have a chapparone
That will open the door to everlasting life
Love you all , Happy Thanksgiving
Be careful if you are traveling
If you are reading I will not give up on you. Love ya
This is a parable my friends I do not fight the crowds
Broad is the highway to death, few on the path to life
Tim had dreamt of magic mountains but was stuck in a snow globe
Luckily there was some antifreeze in the little dome on his desk
Used as a paperweight for discarded inked upon manuscript pages
A complete stark nativity scene directed wilfully by Father Christmas
Who looked like a hobgoblin lost in translation waiting for the storm
Weary for wear after a day out in the shops on a very Black Friday
Tim felt more like Robinson escaping from his treasured island
Preparing messages in a bottle of palm juice for seasonal greetings
There was no Santa Claus on his mind swirling with the natives
It’s a pagan charade which escaped from the Holy Book in contempt
Of meaning and humility as well as a festival of love and compassion
They might as well have created frosted cornflakes dancing on a dolphin
Tim’s script needed editing but a Gingerbread Man distracted his thoughts
While Mother Mary cuddled her cute firstborn on the way to Galapagos
Unaware of bloody nails and the cross born from post-partum blood
Hark the Herald Angels but his hero was a mermaid growing more fins
Searching for freedom and laughter as the chorus went forth to multiply
The many voices competing to take centre stage in verses and rhythm
I don’t need imposters or false prophets pirouetting under glass ceilings
But equality and empowerment to disperse fake opium for the masses
And yet the flakes drifting in his mind resembled cocaine for the few
Scrooge entered his senses and Pinocchio stumbling over his nose
Who fell through a trap door and was eaten alive by wild reindeer
Starved by the powers that be in the slaughterhouse aside frozen turkeys
Foul smelling odour scraped his nostrils and scarped a cliff face of doubt
Maybe he should write a novel about unicorns on their way to Nirvana
When Tim awoke it was Easter and rabbits had escaped from the burrow
27th November 2019
Thank you Almighty Great God for giving US
This extraordinarily blessed and gleeful holiday
The turkeys are being fried, baked or roasted
The cranberry sauce is protected from the snow dust
The children are happy because their stomach
Will be plentifully filled up with healthy food
Cakes and ice cream will put everyone in a great mood
The homeless will be feasting on the deck
Happily sitting around the well garnished table
Like everyone, they dream that every day
Was as special as today, where God’s graces
Are raining gold all over the United States
This is neither a tale nor an imaginary fable
Today feels like payday, today is a joyous day.
The Wednesday before this amazing day
Should be called White Wednesday
Since the day after this day
Is notoriously called Black Friday
Thank you God for this special gift
For this day of hope; it sounds like a myth
No other country celebrates like us
This is truly a blessed day
This is like payday, this is a happy day
We all wish that we had more appetite
We all wish that we could remain light
After so many richly varied and delicious meals
Throw away the scales and the diet pills
For just today, let’s enjoy ourselves
Let’s not worry, and don’t pay attention to our curves.
Copyright © November 24, 2011, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
In January, the kaboom of fireworks
Redefining glitter above us: What if
The sky was pink, should purple rain besmirch us
Yet, don a cheer for New Year.
In February, the appearance of bouquets, cordate chocolates
Many secret loves trespassing sticky notes
Lovely nothings hang mid-air.
In March, the hope of summer
springing like anxious fledglings pushed off their perch
Rain becomes wet again, and slinky vines climb, and the clandestine shed their lairs.
In April, the ascendancy of kites, compassionate Christ, innocent rose
enfeebling the Tempter's snare.
In May, the juggernaut of time: mother's five-foot smile
displays Amazing Grace's incarnate view.
In June, the wonder of rivers, warm dews, a Padre's hard hands, and ears
Perhaps, a hidden hero you never knew.
In July, the rhythm & blues of summer moods
fiestas, rowdy follicles flow from idling youth
siestas, catching dreams, catching dust-lust-rust
cane harvests, when fireflies flew.
In August, the brigades of picnickers, lemonade pitchers, watermelon
Days just go by you.
In September, the persistence of our memories
Time mows on.
Some things stay.
In October, the signs of leaves in the copse
and June plums plumping.
Newness shortly falls away.
In November, the reign of pumpkin and cinnamon
With stew dumplings wrapped in singed banana sleeves.
Giving thanks, table heads bowed, raised prayer palms
Discount deals. It's Black Friday!
In December, the thrill of his Christmas kiss
glows my nose a carrot-red
blowing winter back
... till May
This is a parable how so many on the highway to death
Following and fighting over material things
Caught up in this world following the crowd
We have Jesus on the other end with the self check out
Have you found your bargain
So many will camp out
To get a present on a deal
The lines will wrap around
The outside doors
When the door opens be careful
For they stampede in trying to enter
Many get injured if not fast or big enough
Everyone will get there gifts
They have been longing on
Then it's time to check out
And the lines are just as long
For we have called all the
Cashiers to the front and hired
All that would work for seasonal help
But the lines are just constantzc
My friend over to far right side
They have this new register
With not many seeing it
There is no waiting or lines over here
The problem is you will have
To check yourself out
But this register is much different
There will be one to turn on your light
To let others know you have
Now entered into a working progress
Place your hatred through here
And love will come through
Scan your envy and giving you receive
Keep working we ain't done yet
For this has to be done through
Each person that comes through this line
Have any questions about any barcodes
The answers for all are
Placed under the light
Only problem is if you
choose this line
Before you are able to go
Through the door to receive your gift
Your old self will have to remain in the store
And the new creation and living being
Shall have a chapparone
That will open the door to everlasting life
Love you all ,
If you are reading I will not give up on you. Love ya
This is a parable my friends I do not fight the crowds
Broad is the highway to death, few on the path to life
I have a sad story that requires music that's played by a fiddle.
I've been wounded and I'm spending Black Friday at the hospital.
Gamestop announced that they were knocking 80 percent off of Playstation 4s.
Less than one hour later, paramedics wheeled me through the hospital doors.
I tried to grab a PS4 from a woman, I thought because she was a woman, she wouldn't put up a fight.
But she stabbed, clawed, poked and she even decided to bite.
I really wanted that Playstation 4 because of how little it cost.
But when that woman was through, a lot of my blood was lost.
I'm at the hospital on Black Friday and it's a real shame.
Why did I want that PS4, I don't even like video games.