Long Shopper Poems
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ALL TYPES OF GIFTS GIVEN
COOKING, ORGANIZING
GIFT MAKING, EVENT PLANNING
SINGING, WRITING GOSPEL SONGS
FASHION SHOPPER, A DESIGNER
ARTWORK, A PASSION IN REAL ESTATE
TALENTED ENDLESS, EVERLASTING
A TRAVELER.
WHERE TO BEGIN
FROM THE FINISH TO THE END?
ENTREPRENEURSHIP, LEADERSHIP, MISSIONARY WORKER TOO
GIVING BACK TO THE COMMUNITY
DESTINATION HAS FOUND YOU.
TALENTS AND GIFTS
ALL WRAPPED AND LIFTED
CREATIVITY IN MANY
A FOUNDER
A MOTHER
A GRAND-MOTHER TOO
A GIVER
INSPIRING
A GREAT STRONG SURVIVOR
A BLACK WOMAN OF DESTINY
POWERFUL, STRONG MINDED
CHEERFUL, AND KIND
NON-SELFISH
UNDERSTANDING
A STRONG WILL MIND.
NOT HIDDEN
FULL FIGURED
REVEALED
UNSEALED.
valentines shopper, there is a blue light special in Aisle Three
Gloria had no idea what this announcement could be.
but she raced to three to see toilet paper on sale for $1.95.
she tossed in two packages on top of her kitty cat Clive.
valentines shopper, there is a blue light special in Aisle Four
Gloria spun her cart and hurried to the aisle next door.
the special was dog food, which you could buy for a dollar off.
we don’t need it! We don't have a dog! Clive said with a scoff.
the next blue light special was in aisle twenty-three that day.
Clive was forbidding his mistress from heading that way.
they came home dissatisfied, with unusable stuff in their cart.
Clive said “Buying a bunch of junk we don’t need is your art.”
I wandered lonely with heartfelt sob
to see crowds roam through sales in malls
When all at once I spied a mob
A host,of glinting , jingling tills
Beside the cafe and near the stairs
Coughing up and vomiting bills
As raucous as their racket grinds
They jingle in the grasping store
Stretching in never ending lines
Along the margin of the floor
Ten thousand saw I at a glance
Pinging up prices in their merry dance.
The folk beside them paid-but they
Grabbed the glittering cash with glee
A shopper could not but sad be
In such cash conscious company
I gazed-and gazed- but little thought
What goods this visit for them had bought
For oft when at home I do brood
In pessimistic and reflective mood
There rings up in my inner heart
The sordid search for commercial bills
And then my heart with dread doth start
As my mind recalls those dreaded tills
When of beauty there is a dearth
What can we say are words worth?
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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)
Today I went meandering through the store, I went to see what I could see. I needed to get out before I went stir crazy, the house is closing in on me. I went meandering slowly down each aisle, I said hello to a worker and to another shopper. I found it to be most enjoyable, since as a rule I would run in and out in a flash. Maybe staying inside the house for months, has now taught me how to shop. Just take your time and say hello, as you go meandering down each aisle.
Date Written: 9/17/2021
1 Place
Meandering
''M'' Contest, New Poems Only - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
... and then every foot step becomes a monster.
and 'me' the simulacrum. it had no
matter where the legs took my theater:
my head-projector focused on the entities
around my case of skin.
I was the trapped. The epitome of
consumer in a strange twisted world
I once had known as home.
and then one day everything became
digital.
I died.
Reborn as the die-hard reluctant.
shopper || .. -->
C O N S U M E R
D E A D
:: 09-14-2017 ::
it is the fear i fear more than the dream
that the dream is a fear is not a fear i
should ever dream. i dream. nothing more?
I saw on TV that the perfect pair of jeans was on sale,
So I jumped into my car and drove like a bat out
of hell.
I just had to make it to the store and be the first anxious shopper waiting in line,
No one was there I felt so ecstatic, the feeling
was so divine.
The grand opening was going to literally be in any second ,
Those amazing and new pair of jeans were calling
my name, they beckoned.
I waited and waited but the doors never opened and to my surprise, I only stood in line.
I just stood there weighing my options as to why, I started to whine.
Until I noticed “ Grand opening August the fourth,
I was a day too early,
If only…. I had watched the entire ad on tv, now
I have to call my bestie Shirley.
Contest:If Only, Maybe, Sometimes
Sponsor: Silent One
08/03/2020
These old bodies,
Clutched
Like paper bags
Full of food,
Soaking wet
In a steady rain,
The bottom falling out,
Sent
Into the parking lot
Leaning
On
The wobbling heels,
The wheels of shopping carts.
You see,
The doctor’s office had been moved
To the shopping center
Next to Kroger
For optimal convenience
To the shopper,
So the patient follows
A path of crumbs
Like those seagulls
That have permanently
Abandoned
Water
For this sea
Of asphalt.
To the hospital
She goes,
Holding her heavy heart
To her chest
Pressed
Against
The steering wheel MRI.
The blaring horn won’t shut up.
On the way,
NPR,
With extraordinary
Casualness,
Reports
That, Today
The Rusty-Patched Bumblebee
Has been placed
On the Endangered List.
She thinks
As she listens
To the faint buzz
Of calamity
How quietly.
How calmly.
How privately,
For all the expected hullabaloo,
How actually
The Apocalypse
Unfolds
So ordinarily,
True
As a light
Left on
For the entirety
Of night
In an empty room.
They say,
At the ER,
That they’ve
Been
Expecting her.
An obese man
Sits across from her
In the waiting room,
Wired up to a wild, dripping octopus.
His T-Shirt reads
In big blue letters,
ATTENTION
K MART SHOPPERS.
No time for coffee, as the dawn arrives....
I raised the shade. The crowd's outside!
The mob takes over...I'm still in slippers
But someone bought our old hedge clippers!!
Those folks just paid me a ton of money!!
I could use some help..........Hey! Where's my honey??
I swear...if he went back to take a nap
I'll sell his priceless baseball cap!!
Oh! They are looking at that wobbly table....
"I'll help you load it, Miss, if I'm able!"
She grabs dog-eared, dusty, vintage books
And one old crock-pot that still cooks!
I show her some doilies, and a ragged Barbie
And a costume for her Halloween parties?
A rusty shovel, and a dented bucket
And a fishing pole from old Nantucket
I'm selling Ma's old apron, and some broken dishes
A chipped glass bowl for all her fishes
Aunt Edna's ugly painting, and her candle holders
She lives down the street....hope no one told her!!!
One old bike for exercising
Doesn't work....it's not surprising!
"What's the point?" our husbands mutter
While we fill the garage with all this clutter
I explain to him..."She buys mine, and I buy hers"
"Then, we won't need to shop the stores!!"
"Dear...don't you know the grass is greener?"
"OH LOOK!" "That couple bought my vacuum cleaner!"
Just then I point across the street!!
Another yard sale.....and we both shriek!!
He points at me and shakes his fist
But I'll just ignore and toss a kiss
And side by side I'm in a race...
Who gets there first will buy that vase!!
Whoopee!!! I spy a broken chair...
That other shopper gives a glare!
So what it's broken? Well, I can glue it!
Just hope she doesn't beat me to it!
The point I'm making is simply this
This neighbor's junk became my bliss!
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For Skat's Yard Sale Contest:
I loved you the way,
Johnny loved June.
I loved you the way,
The sun loves the moon.
I loved you the way,
Pleasure loves pain.
I loved you the way,
The desert loves the rain.
I loved you the way,
The needle loves the spoon.
I loved you the way,
Early morning loves noon.
I loved you the way,
Bone tired loves to sleep.
I loved you the way,
The shallow loves the deep.
I loved you the way,
Above loves below.
I loved you the way,
A heart loves a soul.
I loved you the way,
A shopper loves a sale.
I loved you the way,
The devil loves his hell.
I loved you the way,
The dark loves the bright.
I loved you the way,
The maiden loves her knight.
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