Long Discounts Poems
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A young squirrel named Stella, determined and spry,
on Black Friday, her Christmas spirit rode high.
Off to the Dollar Tree she did dart,
a tiny shopper with a giving heart,
As dollar deals filled her keen little eye.
She bought forty cheap wreaths for her oak tree,
fighting off a purple blue jay named Oakley.
She bought tiny battery-powered drones,
and all manner of burner cell phones,
'til her cart weighed a metric ton, Holey Moley!*
She shopped at the mall, lights burning past her bedtime,
but discounts? Oh, my goodness those were sooo prime time.
She stuffed her shopping bags with all sorts of loot,
a shopper extraordinaire, with Santa she was in cahoots.
Santa will be so proud! I must call him on Facetime.
Then Stella, with a huge grin on her face,
called Santa filled with squirrelish charm and grace.
Are Dasher, Dancer, and Prancer quite well?
Do you have gifts ready for your young clientele?
Will my gifts fit the chimney's small space?
Through the screen, Santa chuckled with glee,
Ho ho ho, my dear, Stella. Wait and you'll see!
Mrs. Claus has baked goodies and reindeer treats,
And my sleigh's decorated super neat,
And I’m bringing presents for loyal squirrels like thee!
*Holey Moley is an exclamation of surprise or astonishment, often used in a lighthearted context. It is a variation of "holy moly," which has been in use since at least 1892. (Source: Wikipedia.com)
April 30 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on 1Chronicles 1-4
Key Verse – 1Chronicles 4:10 And Jabez called on the God of Israel, saying, Oh that thou wouldest bless me indeed, and enlarge my coast, and that thine hand might be with me, and that thou wouldest keep me from evil, that it may not grieve me! And God granted him that which he requested.
HEART THAT CALLS ON GOD FOR HIS BLESSINGS
Our heart calls on God for His blessings midst our sorrow
Since He never forgets our commitment for tomorrow
While counselling us to overcome temptation’s arrow
For us to prevail against despair-harrow.
Our heart calls on God for His blessings midst our enemy
Since He never leaves our soul during challenges that are stormy
While defending us with His holiness’ army
For us to trust Him despite situation that’s gloomy.
Our heart calls on God for His blessings midst our troubles
Since He never weakens our devotion, but smites our anxiety-mumbles
While cheering us whenever our world crumbles
For us to abide in His will devoid of falsities and fables.
Our heart calls on God for His blessings midst our shamefulness
Since He never insults our well-being, fashioning it toward His holiness
While healing us from sin-illness
For us to seek first His kingdom and His righteousness.
Our heart calls on God for His blessings midst our pressure
Since He never underestimates our faith against worldly pleasure
While fortifying us with divine strength’s measure
For us to stand by His promises that assure.
Our heart calls on God for His blessings midst our difficulty
Since He never discounts our ministry-contribution in our full faculty
While satisfying us whenever we feel empty
For us to enjoy in His work with His contentment-bounty.
Our heart calls on God for His blessings midst our stewardship-plight
Since He never downgrades our commitment that He sees with our motives aright
While cheering us to continue serving by His might with His Scriptures’ insight
For us to please Him with our labour’s delight toward our heavenly flight.
April 30, 2026
I've often suspected the big box stores
When announcing a half price sale
Of bumping up their regular prices
So discounts seem larger in scale
They're probably giving us 10% off
But it seems like a big bunch more
I guess they're legally within their rights
But morally a bit shady for sure
I guess I'm guilty like everyone else
Of searching for that deal of deals
So when I get back I can brag to my wife
How I really got away with a steal
Who am I fooling, I just got skinned
There are no free tickets in life
The deal I thought I got away with today
Is not really that good of a price
I've often suspected the big box stores...
© Jack Ellison 2012
Vets ate free at Applebee’s
To honor them this day,
A heartfelt offer bringing
Good publicity their way.
Lots of stores gave discounts, too,
To soldiers with I.D.
And many took advantage
Of this generosity.
Every town and city had
A veterans’ parade,
With marching bands and waving flags
Quite jauntily displayed.
It shouldn’t be one day a year
To venerate our vets,
Whose sacrifices often bring
Such heartache and regrets.
We really cannot comprehend
How much their service cost;
Survivors often pay the price
For those whose lives were lost.
Our veterans deserve respect;
The military’s tough.
A gratis meal or dollars off
Is great, but not enough.
The wind, ruthlessly, has long been scattering gold through the streets.
Tons and tons of gold.
The air, your hands, and your lips smell like roasted chestnuts.
The wind, ruthlessly, has long been blowing gold through the streets.
Tons and tons of gold.
The air, your hands, and your lips smell like roasted chestnuts.
Of shops' windows bigs autumn discounts,
See these shoes -80%
Buy me something?
Please! Please!
Some little thing.
I will if you kiss me.
She kissed me gently.
I love you.
My choice?
Yes!
I bought her a rattling toy.
She laughed and cried at the same time.
You have lipstick on your face!
He, he!
Autumn still gilded the streets of the city.
She was happy.
Cable
The electronic pipe
Flowing with bits and bytes
To keep the media ripe
Got to keep the masses
Enjoying the show
Keep them blind
With the digital flow
That delicious little wire
That poisonous snake
Whatever term you like
The truth can’t be faked
And “what is that?” you might say
Why you’re being programmed in every little way
You’re being fed a digital soup
To keep you in line
And out of the loop
We are all slaves of the digital code
All to willing
If I may be so bold
Baited, hooked and caught
Consume, spend, consume
Is what were taught
Click, click, click
My obedient slave
Fear not
I have what you crave
The lights
The sounds
And discounts you follow
All designed to keep you empty and hollow
Don’t forget to follow my latest tweet
It’s the same soul sucking message
Set to repeat
Do you see a pattern here?
It’s quite clear my dear
Your worth for the day
Is what you have available to pay
Quite a mess I must confess
But then again from this world
I expected nothing less
Sad that my expectations are so low
Then again that’s the goal
Of the digital flow
Eric (and sometimes not)
Sometimes it's not for me to always speak
Things that have pressed and pressured me
I believe
By gracefully spilling this rhyme
In time this time a creatively piece
Will form and grant me what is needed
Like cop with no license and driver given ticket
Like a light that stopped
A pupil that popped
There still a plan for me
Sometimes I scribble with a pen
Write names without an end
And then the form of a sentence
Brought me to repentance
Did I mention it brought back a promise
Pushed me up like baby vomit
My stomach was full to the tin
And pen wrote lines that blend
Blurred lines like Robin Thick
Released these lines that made me sick
With a brick busted discounted a chain without locks
Expressed expression like a pimple about to pop
Who stopped I did and felt much better
Smooth lines like bacon without cheddar
I better tell the truth and let this out
Sometimes been times I am not loosing this bout
As I know what to do this time
Take a pen and continue creatively line
Graze of this paper
Crimp edges without a staple
Not later but now
Release stocks up now down
Chase cars with bank cards
Flow mass today charge
Open skillets without flip
Zip pants without zips
Per ounce discounts
Sometimes I just bounce these lines
Feel better rest time
Fit to bake made signs
Raise up I made my Plies
Jokes choked commit crimes
Opposite do attract this time
Grave covered cleverly spent my
Days filled processed loose dimes
Penny sized career signs
Broadway stage jive
Turkey laced with season no sides
Fizzed resist without dis pride
Crisis told trimmed time
My time your time
I turn on my computer,
It leads me far away.
To all the places I need to go,
And some I wish to stay.
The pictures on the sides,
across, the bottom and the top…
They fill up the entire screen by any memes,
and, some I wish they’d stop…
Lovely dresses every color,
every shade and design.
They fit the perfect people
as if they were all “fine”?
Bright like butterflies,
drifting in the wind.
In styles for fairy people,
crisp, and sweet and thin...
The discounts they are measurable,
If half of all, is good?
So I place things in the box,
And wish, as if I really could! ($)
Not for me, don’t you see,
I…am trying hard.
Turn off the cart,
right from the start…
and keep your visa card.
How to Find the Shop
A whispered map for the bold, the broken, and the slightly curious.
--A cryptic guide for those who seek the odd, the magical, and the mildly cursed.
Read at your own risk.
Side effects may include wonder, confusion, and spontaneous teleportation.
It won't be there when you're looking.
But it might be
when you're lost.
Look for a door between bookstores--
one that blinks
and breathes.
Its doorknob may feel like bone
or a melted spoon,
depending on your mood.
Ignore the “Closed Forever” sign.
It's just for the faint of heart.
Step inside.
Yes, it will smell like burnt sugar, wet moss, and something
you loved in a past life.
That’s normal.
The walls shift. Don’t panic.
They’re just shy.
The shopkeeper will appear eventually--
a shadow with a crooked grin
and a name you’ve almost remembered once in a dream.
Do not ask for discounts.
Do not touch the orb labeled “Oops.”
Do not feed the candle.
But do browse.
Take your time.
The items may choose you.
When you leave,
you won’t know how you found it--
only that it found you.
And the catalog in your pocket
now has a new page
you don’t remember writing.
Gives that “you just found the secret code” energy.
MysticMisfits Product Line™
Coming soon to a dimension near you…
or already hiding in your junk drawer.
Written By: D. Collins 10/3/24
Drop your pup off somewhere around eight.
By the time you get off, they'll sit, stay, and lay.
Come out to my office, out there on the beach.
"Sunbrellas" all around connected to a puppy leash.
A Part-Time-OG-Dog Training-Pimp.
Is my part-time job in my retirement.
Blending with people and just being myself.
Soaking up the sun, while doing nothing else.
From eight in the morning until the sun goes down.
I deliver results to ladies training their hound.
All are welcome, including discretionary nymphs.
I offer discounts 'cause I'm a dog training pimp.
I even have options to obtain a refresher course.
It applies to clients near the beach, or way up north.
A fully trained pup is what I can undoubtedly provide.
And ensure their female owner is truly satisfied.