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The U.K. announced another lockdown and Jack thought oh my golly
So he headed down to his local store , determined to fill his trolley
At the loo rolls aisle his face lit up, he grabbed fifty for himself
And with a mocking laugh and a grin, he cleared the entire shelf.
Next on his list was pasta shells , there was only ten bags left
An old lady begged him for just one bag but Jack left her bereft
He then made his way to the bread aisle, without the slightest care
Many people stood just watching him and all they could do was glare.
Fresh baked bread white, brown and seeded; they all smelt so good
And he made sure he grabbed them all before anyone else could
Shower gels and bars of soap, well you can never have enough
He went back for another trolley 'cos, he wanted lots more stuff.
The alcohol aisle was next, for some whiskey, wine and beers
And as he queued at the checkout to pay, there were some nasty jeers
He wheeled the trolleys to his car; he'd completed his shopping task
Then drove out of the car park and out the window threw his mask.
His car broke down halfway home and he tried to flag folks down
He wanted to get to the garage that was at, the other end of town
Jack swore under his breath muttering, why's this happening to me
As cars went whizzing past him he thought, how mean some folks can be.
Dedicated to all the panic buyers who think of no one else but themselves
Written 3rd November 2020.
Narrow streets overlooked by red-tiled roofs,
lie brightly in the April sun while small robins
nap in the branches of the blooming buds,
but awakened by the voices of vibrant youths.
The young nuns in black attire, cross the voice-filled street
of vendors and buyers, they can't be late for The Lord's Passion;
punctuality counts, it's a creed they firmily believe with conviction,
which is not found in souls that aren't so meek.
In this southern, friendly town faith matters more than wealth:
their devotion to Christ is that spring that never stops flowing...
it's passed from mother to daughter and son: it's following
the Cross until they reach the steps of the crowded church.
The middle-aged priest stands in the doorway and greets them all,
such a fervent faith is too undeniable in the faithful's overjoyed eyes...
Christ's life was given up for all sinners: poor, rich, big and small;
the Blessing of the Cross is an emotion deeply felt in grateful hearts.
This peaceful town at the foot the mountains dazzles in the mild noon,
the balmy breeze coming from the North brings in the fragrance of pines;
who was born here, will return and dwell in this valley of sacred shrines,
can all the wonders he saw be as enchanting as the midnight argent moon?
Written on 5/16/2017
Automotive experts clearly agree
Driverless cars are the thing for you and me
How did they arrive at this brilliant conclusion?
Perhaps by illusion or via delusion
Perhaps by a bit of Malthusian confusion
--All I know is it leaves me in deep disillusion
Yo, Honda Corp, Mr. Yamada, did you ask me about it?
Yo, Nissan Corp, Mr. Saikawa, do you think that I tout it?
Yo, Toyota Corp, Mr. Toyoda, can't we live without it?
Yo, Subaru Corp, Mr. Nakamura, why don't you doubt it?
The 'cool corporations' want driverless tech
Not one of them is willing to stick out his neck
Yelling like heck:
"I want my independence
I want my freedom
Whatever sights can be seen
I want to see'm!"--
Not sit in the backseat fiddling with a device
While the bot in the driver's seat ignores his advice
America's highways and byways, her mountains and valleys
Lo, her fields and her meadows, her side streets and alleys
Were meant to be driven, meant to be seen
--Not merely imaged on a tiny phone screen
"See the USA in your Chevrolet
America's the greatest land of all" (Dinah Shore, TV ad, 1950's-60's)
Keep humans in the driver's seat
Spring, Summer and Fall
--Don't slow this country's love affair with the auto to a crawl.
So, all you pundits of prescience, prediction, precision
You fearless-faced forecasters of science-less fiction
Before you commit me and my friends
To a future none of us desires
~ Think twice: Cars may just lose all their buyers
In the quiet night, I adore your face
So lovely. even when breathing with grace.
I yearn to kiss you, so tender and true,
Whispering my sweet nothings as I knew.
Dawn begins to expand as we embrace.
I kiss her luscious lips, I yearn, hearts race.
We feel the tender flame, our tangled vines,
Stars twinkle softly, fade, and the sun shines.
The multicoloured martins fly in song,
Outside buyers are busy. prices strong.
I go down and order morning good food.
But for our taste coffee is freshly brewed.
The balmy breeze entices us to swim.
I yearn, admiring her figure so slim.
Alas, our honeymoon is over soon,
We go home. In love, we yearn for the moon.
Why can't they fix the roof that is leaking onto me
How about the gutters full of holes for all to see
My windows no one can see out of,I wish a real estate agent could find me new buyers
When people ring my doorbell I cannot hear it because it doesn't work
But when I complain they say I am being a jerk
Robbers enjoy visiting me, the locks on the doors don't exist
The family for some reason blames me when I am unable to resist
The holes in the floors need fixing, something you better not ignore
I am sure the day will come when somebody will fall through, shaking me to my core
It would be nice if someone could take better care of me
If I was to be fixed up I might last for eternity
In a little while,
The sky will have
Shed enough tears
Leaving it's Google bankrupt
The wells would have run dry
While,
The rivers would have
Emptied it's tributaries
The sun will shut
It's eyes and lay down,
Fatigued beyond reason;
Eclipsed by the black wings of darkness
Then,
Flowers will stop blooming
And wither away
Farmers will harvest their crops
Buyers and sellers
Will close shop
And bid each other farewell
The choir and choir leaders
Will retire their weary voices;
Voices drowned by depleted vocal cords
The stars will shed their bling
And,
Rusted metal will decay
Soon,
Evening will be heralded
And,
They would all have supper:
The cat, the rat, the owl, mortal......
Then,
The clock will stand still
And,
Dreary darkness will insidiously
Saunter in.........
In a little while.......
A property needing protect
Postal delivers reads address printed “the intellect”
A smart move it would be
To arm oneself with the concept known as the degree
Brainy acts can go too far
Upended with a conversation at the bar
Conceptual thinking is a good plan
When taking a stand
Observe the whole scope of things
By interpreting it flying on creative wings
Looking both ways
Justice they say
When exploring being intelligent real estate
Seeing a plot that on the surface looks real great
Taking a step back
Studying what happened is a good tact
If not actually directly involved
Listen and stay calm
Not being an aggressor
Does not mean stop the pressure
Instead let others make the mistake
Turning their points into reviews stating, “You’re a fake”
Theatrical visual images do have shock
But can be forgotten after a few seconds on the clock
Sign up for the course
Designed debating peaceful force
Purchasing a one bedroom flat
Offered by academics saying, “We are not getting into that”
Late nights in this apartment
Taking notes in the Professor’s lecture department
Rhetoric revolution has just started
Making an investment
Maturing and distancing from personal resentment
Deciding to elect
A choice based on respect
After the seller gets the healthy check
Finishing the business with the broker
Being serious buyers not a joker
A good foundation due to civil tone
Reason for stating residing now at Bachelors’ “Home Sweet Home”
Advertising
Looking for clients, people who’ll buy
Got lots to sell bigger fish to fry
Looking for a break through
It’s got to come soon
I’ll advertise a fork and sell you a spoon.
Magazines and newspapers, that’s what I’ll try
Make the add slanted to catch the eye
Wait for the phone it’s bound to ring
On edge all night
Hope I got it right
But still didn’t sell a bloody thing
Changed the format and went digital
Spent four hundred quid, recouped sod all
Promises made, by a chief exec
On edge all night
Hope I got it right
Nothing sold online or by cash or cheque
I look at my product, I know it’s great
I look at the clock and I’m running late
Placing my add it’s all about me
On edge all night
Hope I got it right
But no buyers hooked even though it’s free
Last chance saloon, sent in a pic
I did my hair and think I look chic
Held my goods for everyone to see
On edge all night
Hope I got it right
Come to the conclusion, it must be me.
David Cox 09/08/21 Very early morning.
10:27 Post Meridiem
Eastern Standard Time,
Thursday December 21
Location: 2 Highland Manor Drive
Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
40.2562° N, 75.4638° W
Sunrise time: 7:31 am?(121°)
Sunset time: 4:46 pm ?(239°)
Day length: 9:14:42.
Mine circadian rhythm pulsates bright
imperceptible increments of daylight
increase fantasy fanciful heavenly flight
as I imagine myself
Icarus fearlessly gaining height
blindly heading into sunbeam light
strongly advised courtesy experts to travel
toward nearest star at night,
nevertheless unbeknownst plight
awaits me should foolhardiness
skew sense and sensibility right
off kilter yours truly blithely soars
reins of waxed wings held tight.
Plus I, a garden variety generic guy
aging long haired pencil neck geek
who presently wonders why,
rare astronomical phenomena
hashtagged great conjunction 2020 doth defy
illusory phenomena whereby,
two largest planets of solar system
about 1095 five days ago
Jupiter and Saturn separated in the sky
amateur astronomer seen
courtesy visible/ naked eye
6 arcminutes at their closest point,
which was the closest separation
between the two planets since 1623.
Inhabitants upon solar systems far and wide
will find Earthlings and aliens alike
their curiosity well supplied
out of world event
sponsored courtesy monopolists.
American Family Insurance
chose home renovation
duo Drew and Jonathan Scott
aka Property Brothers sweat equity
find fixer-uppers and transform them
into dream homes
use state-of-the-art imagery programs
to unveil their plans for how
properties will look after transformation,
but potential home buyers
have to take risk
to make the twins' vision come true,
and it's up to Jonathan and Drew
to convince the couples
purchasing an older home
in need of work is best option.
Her vegetable vendor, ‘a nice man’,
Known for his wile nor sly, rather for smile,
Unaware of his cunning and sly guile,
Who proved the point: it pays to please a fan.
He was game to bid a round of bargains,
For return of tomatoes raw or ripe,
Brinjals less brown and onions not her type,
To let her feel: she’s right and always gains.
E’er ready to replace whatso any,
His customs were fond of his facile grace,
His hawk-like air hid by unhurried pace,
She hardly perhaps saw his rehearsed glee.
Rather his sweet and soft words, ready smile
That seemingly— not in truth— let her win,
He disguised well his demeanour so mean,
A chameleon as conceals disguised guile.
I suspect, he still makes good on slashed price
What with his weights that never weighed so well,
Aided well by his charming outer shell,
She scarce suspects Shakuni’s loaded dice.
From distance, this is what I tend to guess:
He’s so far played a well-rehearsed innings
That has proved well to go far on his wings,
His strategy for a win-win success.
And what a business strategy! So rife,
To make a case study for who so care,
Yet, all buyers are seldom like my wife,
Maybe, my observations are not fair.
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Tongue-in-cheek | 02.05.2012 | narrative