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Snap... crackle... pop... microwave went kaput
After start button pushed
immediate auditory signal issued
nsync with billowing smoke
time saving convenient contrivance
rendered defunct trucked to dumpster.
Pre owned electronic contraption
unpredictably went on fritz
malfunction occurred without warning
luckily spouse, the Misses
she instantaneously intervened
lest towering inferno engulfed
yours truly and wife
poetic license expended
to identify latter counterpart.
Rather than dish out
(and scrape together)
scarce legal tender
strong probability resident
(housed with Highland Manor apartments)
will vacate premises within near future
abandoning useable microwave oven.
Another option? Nearby thrift stores named:
Habitat for Humanity West Norriton ReStore
sells kitchen appliances
close proximity to our living quarters
if unsuccessful pursuit...
Worse case scenario?
Shop at Bath, Bed and Behind (er... Beyond),
Bestbuy, BJ's Warehouse, Boscov's
Home Depot, Loews, Macy's,
Target, or Walmart.
Splurge (potentially breaking poor piggy bank),
plus overspend checking account funds
readily pitting yours truly into the red
money to purchase brand spanking new
cooking unit versus consuming
frozen and/or uncooked foods
remember Euell Gibbons?
Twenty first century western civilization
steeped in capitalistism
I find existence
palpable (barely), incompatible disagreeable,
yet ill prepared
to revel in luxurious self sufficiency
think sweat of one's brow
living off the grid.
Following the lines from pole to pole,
You can see a man in the backyard mowing,
The children in the park throwing,
The woman in her car going.
Following the lines from pole to pole,
Carrying currents that make night lights glow,
Causing music on radio waves to flow,
Sitting at home watching a picture show.
Following the lines from pole to pole,
They have reached the point of an idol,
Without them our world comes to a stall,
Without them how can we shop at the mall.
Following the lines from page to page,
Tells of God who sent his son as a man,
He gave his life upon a cross at Calvary,
So all could see the Glory of God who loves you and me.
I’m contemplating braces
My belts don’t seem to work
They just don’t seem to get a grip
Now I’m of a certain girth
I shop at Marks and Spencer’s
I like their thermal vests
I bought a pair of slippers there
With golden crowns as crests
I watch every weather forecast
The met office App’s my friend
I study all the isobars
To suss the latest trend
When I do the weekly shop
I always get a thrill.
If I’ve brought my “bag for life”
To fill up at the till
I can’t rise from the sofa
Without a grunt or groan
My knees “click” when I stand up
I think my caps have blown
I tend to drink at home now
I can’t afford the pub
I’m a regular down “one stop”
It’s become my social hub
I never miss a bin day
Be it brown or blue or black
I check the council website
That’s just how I keep track
I like routine and order
I wear only matching socks
I get weekly satisfaction
When I sort my dossit box
I know all the cloud formations
When I look up to the sky
Be it stratus, be it cirrus
Or cumulus nimbi
I can’t read labels or instructions
But my phones always on hand
To photograph the tiny text
And expand, expand, expand.
I’m not living at the cutting edge
Though some may call me dull
As I hear the drums of youth recede
I’m looking forward to the lull.
I’ve had it with the greasy pole
I’d rather find a watering hole
Where, on a sun drenched day in June
I’d while away the afternoon.
Life’s journey”s far from over
May these lines not depress
To all my fellow travellers
Its just time to “decompress”
Swept from the ballroom romances
She glides in search of serenity
Never did she wonder about the passions
Beyond the borders of the heart..
She could see through the sky scrapers
The rock music and the fake tattoos..
She could smell the flavors sweeter
Than the roses from the flower shop at the corner;
Brown boots, vests, jeans and a
Checkered shirt was all she had..
All she needed...
It was her and the bloody world
Competing for peace.
ONE STEP FORWARD:
The deep craters were majestic,
She could soar high, without directions,
She closed her eyes for perfect darkness;
She won; the smile was unavoidable..
My house was made
for a family of three
So it turns out to be
two little doggies and me
When I shop at the grocery store
in my mind I can't ignore
Will the pooches like this too
It's something that I often do
Water bowls here and there
milkbones buried under chairs
The couch I cannot recline
because a doggy bed you'll find
Toys toys chewed and new
overflow the house and in shoes
Please do not sneeze
or dog hairs dance and tease
Two little doggies wagging tails
run about for doggy thrills
Yap and bark growl and fight
and that's just the start of night
When I lay down to sleep
I force my form to be more petite
For laying long across the bed
two little doggies from toe to head.
1. As you search the aisles at Walmart for something to say to your boyfriend’s mother?
a. You look for kind words in the book section
b. You search through the sheets and comforters
c. You listen to the other customer’s conversations
d. You pray that she isn’t listening closely to your wisdoms
2. When there is a sale at Walmart, you –
a. Grab your car keys
b. Put your favorite music on
c. Head for the clearance aisle
d. Read all the directions on the sale items
3. After buying something that doesn’t fit, you –
a. Take it back and search the racks for the right size in that color
b. Decide to toss it to the back of the closet until you loose weight
c. Head for the diet pills
d. Make up rhymes in your head about fat girls
4. During the Christmas season, you shop at Walmart –
a. Everyday
b. After payday
c. Only when they advertise their special sales
d. After Christmas
5. If you know someone who works at Walmart, do they say –
a. Don’t shop there – ever
b. Shop there when the sales are on
c. Shop their every chance you get
d. List what aisles the sales are on this week
6. On holidays, like Valentine’s Day, do you buy cards that reveal –
a. Your kindness and love
b. Your funny bone
c. Your dark side
d. Your bath time
7. After shopping at Walmart, what do you do?
a. Drink coffee
b. Dress warmly
c. Take a cruise
d. Light up the candles
8. If you had one J word for Wally World, what would it be?
a. Joy
b. Joke
c. Justice
d. Jury
A point of human nature that
mostly concerns the men,
or, at the least, sane people see
is prevalent in them,
is the need to compete and win,
that innate, inborn drive,
without which the whole human race
would not have long survived.
It’s gotten a bad rap these days,
from socialistic types,
who think we can live without it,
claim that it’s never right.
That all should just cooperate
for sake of common good,
as if such a thing exists here,
as if it ever could.
No two souls that were even born
have ever once agreed
on what path is the best for all,
even if such could be.
We’ve tried to force it many times,
that only ends in death,
and folks have shown they will not work
unless some gain they get.
But that male competitive urge
solves the problem here shown,
they make wealth by serving others,
some just to stroke egos.
By making goods or services
to acquire great wealth,
they provide products we all need
(and those we want as well).
The grocery market you shop at,
the iphone in your coat,
made by the competitive urge,
by men wanting to gloat.
In doing do they made our world
so rich our poor are fat;
I say if it can do all this
then it is good, in fact.
If the cost of lives of plenty,
grander than most past kings,
is letting the arrogant brag,
then let them do their thing.
It’s easy enough to ignore
a blowhard flush with cash,
and I don’t care why they do it,
as long as they do act.
If often some are driven by
motives that don’t seem pure,
but it still puts goods on the shelf,
their ego I’ll endure.
Yet it’s not just economics
we have to look at here,
a man’s need to become the best
in many fields appears.
How many artists wanted to
prove they defined an age
and worked to make a masterpiece
that would outlive their days?
How many looked at the next guy,
saw what he had achieved,
said, “I can do better than that!”
and they made great beauty.
How many musicians looked on
at bands of small talent
who somehow got a major hit,
then said, “I will top them!”
How many tunes that we still love
would today never be
If some rock god had not been told.
“You won’t sell ten copies!”
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
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Written: Sept . 13, 2012
First Place
Contest: Poets Garage Sale
Judged:10/23/2012
Poet Sponsor: Poet SKAT
On my way to the shop at Kondele,
A lady approaches,
She is scantily dressed,
her breast merely visible
below the 'see me through' boob-top.
Exposing more than a saint should view
Her skirt barely covers her upper thighs.
I look at her and feel loose.
She has nothing to fear
She smiles looking at me in the eye,
I freeze.
‘Baby boy, we can talk.’ she says.
I hesitate and wants to leave
but the Lot's wife in my head says,
'Dont you see she's fine.'
I say ' Really? let's talk.'
She grabs me by the hands
and lead the way to the stairs.
soon we are upstairs,
And I am tasting the berries already.
She grabs my chest,
I pause
Then she says softly,
It is already 500bob.
I freeze.
I only have 50bob for milk,
yet I’ve scooped a premium butter.
Sudden warm sweat dots my face,
Not from the exercise,
But from shock.
Again, I freeze
So here I am in Lecco,
An Italian lakeside town -
Charming, quaint and so idyllic
No one seems to wear a frown.
What could make the day more perfect?
Keep me in that happy zone?
Why, the answer's very simple -
Some gelato in a cone!
With gelaterias popping up
On every other block,
I could sample every flavor
Every hour 'round the clock.
But I chose a shop at random,
Picked 2 flavors that I love
And the taste was so delicious
It beat manna from above.
I'll be touring through the country
And one thing I guarantee -
Not a day will pass without a fresh
Gelato cone for me!