Long Shopping Poems
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Shrunken sweaters, dusty ball caps
Tarnished silver, and hedge clippers
Pointed hat pins, gaudy jewelry
Faded jeans and worn out slippers
Greasy fry pan, wobbly table
Crates of dog-eared musty books
Tattered doilies, ragged Barbies
One brown old crock pot that still cooks
Rusty shovel, dented buckets
Ma's old apron, broken dishes
Dated calendar, crooked lampshade
Chipped glass bowl for all your fishes
Ugly painting, candle holders
One old bike for exercising
Broken TV, toaster oven
Doesn't work....it's not surprising!
What's the point?" our husbands mutter
While we fill the garage with clutter
I explain to him..."She buys mine, and I buy hers"
"What's the point of shopping stores??!"
"Now...don't you know the grass is greener?"
"OH GOOD!" "She's 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...well, I can glue it!
Just hope she doesn't beat me to it!
Another point about my purchase
Perhaps I can use it for another purpose
Oh No!!...he's found old tool collections!!
And points at them with great affection!!
The point I'm making is simply this
Another's person's trash or junk, may soon become your bliss!
I spent my day shopping for rubies,
And what a day it was I swear,
A rollercoaster you could say,
For a ruby that I could flaunt and wear!
It all started with an invite,
A tiny little card which read
"Cordial invitation to you dear friend",
And to attend the same I would be very glad.
My thoughts then suddenly pondered ,
To the new red gown I had bought
It would match very well with a Ruby brooch
Aaah ! and that's what triggered my thought!
I drove out to the market next morning,
Starting from the highland mall
Hopping from one shop to another,
No, I wasn't having a ball!
Hither and thither I was roaming ,
In search of that one little jewel ,
But couldn't find that one special piece,
That would make my heart with pride swell !
My feet were tired and limping,
I knew I had to put a stop
For I tripped and hurt my toe in this sojourn,
Yet I was determined not to give up.
Suddenly then, did I realise,
That the sun was going down
But that precious Ruby brooch I wanted,
Was no where in the town.
Much exhausted and weary,
I was almost heading back
The feeling was not very good I say,
Even though I bought a Ruby for my neck.
Amidst the flickering city lights,
A glow sign caught my sight,
"Precious rubies sold here" it read,
All shining and bright!
At once I screamed with delight,
Startling the driver of the cab,
He was so bewildered and confused,
That he stopped the car with a drag.
Crossing my fingers I stepped in,
To this brand new Jewellery shop ,
The glitz and glitter was dazzling,
I knew it was my one last stop.
And among those dazzling beauties,
One ruby outshone the rest,
I knew, that was the one I was wanting,
To adorn my beautiful chest.
All's well that ends well
I hear the people say,
So it's a day spent well at last,
And I returned home happy and gay!
Friday shopping
The farmer and I went shopping every Friday
(horse and cart) to a small town at the lowland, the shop had a stable.
This place had no café or bars; the farmers congregated in the stable
And drank from a bottle.
The farmer in an expansive mood gave pennies to buy ice-cream
It was not much of an ice- cream; I walked around looked into shop windows
Selling things, I would not dream of buying.
When I came back the cart has fully loaded the staff in the shop had
Seen to this, outside the town the farmer fell asleep I took the rain.
When we came to the steep hill, the horse stopped I had to get off and help push.
On the home stretch, the farmer woke up, took the rain chewed tobacco
And looked sober as a priest a Sunday morning.
There comes a time in my life when I have to admit I’m a failure
I speak with forked tongue, I simply can’t hide it
Yesterday I made a promise and I’ve broken it again
Are my marriage vows now heading down the drain
I will confess I was tempted by its exotic allure
But I’m an orchidaholic there is simply no cure
Went shopping tonight and to my delight
On a stunning orchid my eyes did alight
I looked at my husband and he could see what I could see
Then he climbed up and got it down off the shelf for me
Dived into his wallet and this time he paid
Guess this time my marriage has been saved
But twenty one orchids is where I must stop
Or I will be banned for life from every orchid selling shop
Jan Allison
30th July 2014
SHOPPING WITH HUBBY
It was our son’s Wedding, I had to look good,
My car in for servicing, sick under its hood,
So willingly and heartily hubby volunteered,
To take me to the mall, he came geared,
Two magazines, it didn’t matter how long I took!
Such a kind soul, I could never dream
My darling husband could still wear a beam,
After I’d dragged him, from shop to shop
And exhausted him till he wanted to drop,
What a saint, I had tested him to the extreme!
Of course we went to the best mall around,
Cost or price didn’t matter, eventually I found,
Exactly what I wanted, a little expensive I said,
Never mind love, walked to the cashier and paid,
I’m so pleased, now let’s be homeward bound!
I took his hand and we began to walk out,
Somehow he knew I was on a shopping bout,
We arrived at a shop which I knew rather well,
I was up to something, he could tell,
Darling I said, this outfit will suit you no doubt!
Going through a closet,
I was quite surprised to find
Several shopping bags of t-shirts
That my son had left behind.
While looking at them, one by one,
I realized they portrayed
His entire growing up, through college,
Starting in first grade.
The school shirts featured P.S. 6,
Then Wagner Junior High,
With a special few from Stuyvesant,
Where high school years flew by.
Another group had characters
From movies or TV –
Pee Wee Herman, Austin Powers
And the Simpsons’ family tree.
There was Beavis, there was Butthead
And the South Park kids, as well
As World Series shirts and Yankees;
(We’re New Yorkers, you can tell).
Favor shirts from his Bar Mitzvah
Nestled near the travel trove –
Shirts from Scotland and from Israel,
Plus some places where we drove.
Then the final category,
From his favorite billiards hall,
Where the hours spent resulted
In those plaques upon his wall.
As a grown-up and a parent,
His collection’s surely grown,
But I love these sweet reminders
Of his younger self I’ve known.
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The man in the elevator swirled in, a spectral glee,
the ghost of Christmas past, a ghoul from my history.
His chains? Not iron, but my Visa receipts tallied high—
Do you recall last December? he hissed with ghoulish eyes.
‘Twas a most expensive shopping spree.
Remember the velvet reindeer? The LED tree?
We passed Accounting, he moaned APR and interest fees~
those shall be the financial death of thee.
When doors opened at the lobby, he vanished... almost
Left one crumpled statement stuck to my coat~
Merry Debtmas, loser! the fiendish Dickens ghost wrote.
my best friend knows my stories, has my back, laughs with me
He and I share two dogs, they are our babies, Maxie and Maddy
We are silly enough to call ourselves their mommy and daddy
Been together for fifty-seven years, my best friend and me
My best friend misses me when I am gone, which is a rarity.
We are evenly matched in wit and wisdom, in complete parity.
My friend and I both have hazel eyes and dark hair, but I dye mine.
We take turns napping now, because babies want one up all the time.
There are so many reasons that I love my best friend, impossible to choose.
He knows me better than anyone else; can find anything I misplace or lose.
Knows what foods to buy, so he does the grocery shopping.
He also does the laundry, this man is a dynamo who is forever hopping.
We can finish each other’s sentences,
so claim we are redundant all the time.
I guess the best thing about my best friend
is that since 1968 he has been mine.
Ah yes, the joys of Christmas
Excuse me if, I seem a little listless
Just thinking about, all of the work
Turns my smile into a smirk
Carrying boxes, moving things around
That fake tree weighs a hundred pounds
Untangling lights, that came unwound
The headache caused is quite profound
Assemble the tree. What fun! I guess?
Unwrapping ornaments, damn what a mess
Decorate the tree, well, more or less
Did you know popping bubble wrap relieves your stress?
After all of that, it's on to the shopping
Gotta have something to put in your stocking
Unruly children, screaming and flopping
Looks like Christmas cheer, went island hopping
Then family time, so short and sweet
Cooking the food, for all to eat
The hugs, the smiles, the tears we weep
Don't wake me up, if I fall asleep
Finally it's over, do it all in reverse
Put everything back, while you swear and curse
I can't make up my mind, which is worse
The work or the crowds, I need a nurse
So I won't be sending Christmas cards this year
No buying gifts or decorating, let me be clear
I say, "Bah-Humbug", let the ghosts appear
To hell with all of this fake Christmas cheer!
by Daniel Turner
got me thinking about
when i was young
drawing a picture scar
shopping with
my parents
in north
of ireland
british armed soldiers
pointing guns at us
security checkpoint
i remember
a cold feeling
running down
my spine
mum warning us
to keep the noise down
these people
are dangerous
could kill you
in a second
she said
to us
say your prayers boys
guns are upon you
feeling darkness crawl
the devils tools
ten at the time
stepping out
of the car
my father grabbed
the barrel roughly
of the gun
with venom
in his voice
the blood boiled
feeling fathers rage
in the child witness
to such an act
roughly saying
stop pointing
that gun
at my children
makes one cry
how a world
they sat by
saw or country
in pain and suffering
being tortured
love is peace
terrorists are armed
soldiers employed
to kill innocence
you are now
seeing the world
through wisdom
grants you keys
into the souls eyes
that have saw suffering
become meek
crying a child
in fear
seeing my father
brought to his knees
on the ground
my mother
going crazy crying
saying what
is wrong
with you people
a higher
ranked soldier
walks in saying
that is enough lads
leave the man
to get back and sort
his noisy family
out laughing
like we were
beneath him
i hugged my dad
thought they
were going
to kill him
i remember
gritting my teeth
an oath
one made
as a child
when i get older
i will kill you
to this day
i remember
his face
that of darkness
a ten year old child
looking at the power
of the gun
staring growling
into the face
distorted sight
of a laughing satan
of a man
leaving a scar
on a child
one of
pure innocence
you really
got me thinking
opening up
inside the mind
on this
one wound
i have long
forgiven them
but it was
rememberance day today