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Tribute To A Grocery Cart
I see it outside the store
Wait for me
Calling to me
Offering to help my aching feet
Making it easier to walk the aisles
But, I know it is evil
It knows just how much money I have
Not a penny less or a penny more
It leads me past the cookies
Past the candy
And past all the things I shouldn’t eat
Then it takes me to the register
Carrying all the junk I didn’t need
To a girl with the sweetest smile
She knows its power
She counts up my items
Dollar by dollar she adds to the total
I know it is laughing at me
I know I have spent every last cent
Then it follows me to the car like an old friend
Helps me by waiting until I unload
Then it laughs again as I realize
That I had forgotten the milk I went in to buy
And it gets taken back into the store
To wait calmly for another victim
While I sit and curse that lonely grocery cart
The demon of the supermarket
My Prayer by Robert Allison
Dear Lord,
Please help the farmers as this world they try to feed.
And please help your people with their every need.
Thank you Lord for being with us as we take every breath.
For we know that you are with us even until our death.
Lord please help us to share in your love,
that we might continue until we're called up above.
Won't you help those that commit a crime?
Help them realize they must serve a time.
Help those that steal, even only one cent.
That they will come to you and repent.
Lord help those who are sick and hurt,
That none would treat them as though they were dirt.
Lord help us so your will we may do.
For I just want to say "I Love You".
Please help us even until the end.
In Jesus name, I pray, Amen.
Author's Note
This is another one of my poems from
the "early years" - late '80s to '90s.
Thanks for reading, Hope you enjoyed.
Will be posting more as time allows.
My husband’s worked for many years
For not a cent – he volunteers
At what we think is “his museum;”
Tuesdays were when you could see ‘im.
He enjoyed his job as “greeter;”
Meeting people made life sweeter
And he took tremendous pride
In helping those who stepped inside.
For history’s his favorite thing
And so this job was not a fling.
The only time he missed a day
Was when we sometimes went away.
Was he rewarded for his work?
A party? Plaque? Some other perk?
No, sadly, how they’d recompense
Explains my lack of present tense.
A new regime has taken reign.
The “greeter” job they didn’t deign
To stick with; now instead, there’ll be
“Explainers” in each gallery.
But these positions – don’t ask why –
Were open if you did apply
And passed an interview, despite
Your years of service. That’s not right!
You know, of course, how this did go.
My husband got his answer – “No!
No room for you – that means you’re out!”
Could age be what this is about?
We’ll never know and yet, methinks,
This situation really stinks!
I still can’t get my head to wrap
‘Round what, to me, was like a slap.
We know we can get it.
We can get it together.
We will spend all of our time.
Trying to find a way..
We will save all our money.
We will keep it in the bank.
We'll never spend a cent.
Save it everyday..
We know we can get it.
We can get it together.
We will spend all our time.
Trying to find a way..
And if we give up.
We'll try to pull ourselves together.
Try to stay intact, until another day.
We will educate ourselves.
Try to keep in shape.
Get ourselves together, till another day..
Because! We know we can get it.
We can get it together.
We will spend all our time.
Trying to find a way..
We Can Get It-Song Poem-By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1991,2016..ALL rights reserved..
LIE
They see us sitting in a tub of jewels and rings
TRUTH
They never see us how much we work hard for a cent
LIE
They see us wearing a glossy crown on our heads
TRUTH
They never see how hard we try to please someone else
LIE
They see us living pampered with love and care
TRUTH
They never see the wrinkles made by pressure and stress
LIE
They see us sitting on a stack of dollars
TRUTH
They never see that we're half drowned because of financial problems
LIE
They see us putting beautiful colors in room
TRUTH
They never see how we cry when we face our own misfortune
LIE
They see us branding good reputation
TRUTH
They never see how difficult for us to conceal a mistake
LIE
They see us projecting a moral perfection
TRUTH
They never see how phony it is to be in this profession
LeiStrauss2017
Form:
“Wind Song”
When the rain came it raised a torrent
music, little by little, raised the levy
light pebbles rolled over one by one
took with them
all their
flotsam and jetsam
leaves ferrying Black Ravens carried on
Brook babbling
listened to the birds scrabbling
singing -
“I am the one!"
"I am the one!”
Fed them bread and thanksgiving
Fat and feathered their over fed pride sung
Red Robin turned with the Wind,
flew red currents away from the Aviary in full swing
Spreading wings, riding on their Wind Song
She sings She sings
(Lovejoy-Burton, August 2018)
"Home is where your story begins."- Unknown
1. Levy
impose (a tax, fee, or fine).
"a tax of two per cent was levied on all cargoes"
synonyms: impose, charge, exact, demand, raise, collect, gather; More
archaic
enlist (someone) for military service.
"he sought to levy one man from each vill for service"
noun
an act of levying a tax, fee, or fine.
"police forces receive 49 per cent of their funding via a levy on the rates"
synonyms: tax, tariff, toll, excise, duty, fee, imposition, impost, exaction, assessment, tithe, payment; More
historical
an act of enlisting troops.
"Edward I and Edward II had made substantial use of the feudal levy for raising an army"
2. Levee
an embankment built to prevent the overflow of a river.
a ridge of sediment deposited naturally alongside a river by overflowing water.
a landing place; a quay.
Pay a little or maybe more.
As he moves his animatronic core.
What does it smell like behind the glass wall?
I feel my luck start to stall.
As I bought 12 fortunes, almost 13.
There was a man standing behind me almost unseen.
Does Zoltar Speaks say anything profound?
The stilted way he moves like a sickly hound.
So my 13th fortune was almost all right.
Until the man behind me stole it with all his might.
He was sick of waiting in this two person line.
He decided to steal rather than pay the fine.
I wonder if any good fortune is true.
Or if I’m trapped in this gloom of leftover hue.
But I was out of cash except for a cent.
I’m glad Zoltar doesn’t give a receipt of how much I spent…
Plight Of Religion
The motion that drives us in religion
Is ignited by the fear of dungeon.
Take this as the first fruit of barren truth,
Or patiently read on, if you dispute:
Pick up a fashioned stone scolded by sun,
Paint it half way with sharp red that's not worn,
Commune with air till you're in India,
Then place it beneath a tree near street light.
Position your Thomas opposite there,
Give keen attention and see cub serve deer.
Fewer minute would prompt mass foolishness,
As you'll see Plato bow and give cent next.
Believe in a god that knows your mind's state,
Not one you made or for whom you dictate.
18:11:07:11:41
Josh Berry. Ancestral Pen. Plight of Religion.
He saved my life, bid me "Repent"
My sins then on His cross were sent
I could not hide before His eyes
No way to pay, the cost too high
A Righteous Judge, though sinner I
"I knew Him not", my alibi
He owed me not one bloody cent
But on my debt, His blood was spent
I could not pay the heavy cost
Broken, hopeless, lonely...lost
In His light, my darkened soul
Washed in His blood, He paid my toll
Bridging the divide for me
I was blind, He made me see
He is the Way,
To Victory
He Is the King
A throne to rule
The debt of sin
He paid in full
The Lord is not slow concerning his promise, as some regard slowness, but is being patient toward you, because He does not wish for any to perish but for all to come to repentance. ~ 2 Peter 3:9
He who covers his sins will not prosper, But whoever confesses and forsakes them will have mercy. ~ Proverbs 28:13 NKJV
Repent, then, and turn to God, so that He will forgive your sins. ~ Acts 3:19
8 For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: 9 Not of works, lest any man should boast.
~ Ephesians 2:8-9 (KJV)
“Blotting out the handwriting of ordinances that was against us, which was contrary to us, and took it out of the way, nailing it to his cross;”
~ Colossians 2:14 (KJV)
9 And they sung a new song, saying, Thou art worthy to take the book, and to open the seals thereof: for thou wast slain, and hast redeemed us to God by thy blood out of every kindred, and tongue, and people, and nation;
~ Revelation 5:9 (KJV)
sitting on the bench in the middle of a field
eating properly made cornbread with blue bonnet on it
watching her do yoga and still not understanding
thanking God for putting me exactly where i am meant to be
our 15 year old welsh corgi named ireland asleep on the bench beside me
happy to not be doing nothing and just as thankful to be blessed with love
noticing you watching us with a smile and carelessly losing the focus of your center
coming to join us as if you were being left out of the fray
putting my arm around you letting your warmth and apple cinnamon cent long for a slice of apple pie
you kissing me softly on the lips asking me if i wanted her to make an apple pie
me and ireland coming to attention immediately after the asking of her ironic question
us both looking at ireland laughing as she puts her head back down to pout, knowing she will not being getting any
we both then beging singing the late o.c. smith's 'little green apples'
then, for some reason, we plan a trip to indianapolis for our summer vacation
we feel raindrops giving light, friendly warnings to our fingers
we wake ireland up and quickly head back to the house