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** Shopping Center Blackbird **
He, rising in defense of the others,
Presenting himself, to all with ears
To hear and before all eyes,
The black, flapping silhouette atop
The silver, double-bulbed street lamp;
This loudest shrieking,
Not to be ignored
Blackbird,
Appearing actually,
Half the size of his declaring all
This territory his own —
That expanse of dark blue
Paved spaces, surrounded
At a slight distance from an oval line of trees
— Yet he returns from his diverting
Watch of the over-all
To nest to rest hidden in security
And warmth, all tucked away
Behind the green “Y” of
The “Subway” store’s shopping
center sign.
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(c) sally young eslinger 3/22
Thanks be to God
As I go through the store shopping, you go through the store a hopping. At check out~I have one thing, a full cart you bring. Cannot you read, only up to ten things you need. So you think you are very special, you are acting more like the devil.
Date Written: 12/18/2021
Human history is full of trouble because religion has duped the human race and creates a lot of doubles all over the place. If I could turn the clock back in time, I would not change anything, but I would get what is rightfully mine.
If I could go back in time, I would conquer the mountains and build a shopping center in the middle of the tobacco land; I would expand the livestock and plant a gigantic cane field in the back yard.
I would develop the cotton farm and plant a sunflower field on the Lawn and pump cooking oil out of the belly of the beast and drain the color out of the human race and let it cover the entire street.
The color is full of trouble, and it has cast a sticky pigment on the universe and make us believe that the human body is made up of dirt, the British created this religious narrative with Adam and Eve at the center of the stage and the Prophet Mohammed dominating the Muslim race.
The narrative is so strong that it brainwashes every human being upon the barren land; it started from the babe in the womb, and it came to life in the temple of doom.
The scientist explains it and the religion fanatics’ shout about it but have no evidence to prove it. They continue to live a living lie and cast their breads upon the water until the day they die.
The romans started it and the British perfected it and everyone was brainwashed by it and start to believe it. Thanks to the Americans and the new world that rescued the human race from it.
The British is bound in traditions, they have created much of the history books on the land; the color trouble runs through the pages and create conflict among the human races.
Some people never overcome it, they die and go to the grave with it and a new generation is born with the color trouble spread out all over their face.
The stigma is still around and it has dogged some people in the town, color on food, color on face, color on house, color mingling in the dirt, color running on the street, color disrupting my heart beat, you must mix the two troublesome colors and make they stay together and if you think that it is improper let the different conflicting colors meet and let the Devil prowl around the street.
I would never change my color if you gave me a billion dollars. Let my color run all over the street until you accept my heartbeat.
I made a wish by the sea, that I would never betray thee; I watch the waves washing up the shores, and ripples of hope beating on the door, while the fisherman in the sea hang on to the sides of their boat and suddenly a giant wave cover them, and that was the last time that anyone had seen or heard of them. Look to the stars when hope is gone, look to the stars when the current in the sea is strong and all you have are only your two hands, swim against tides with hope by your side and the wisdom of the sea will protect thee.
I woke up this morning in a rundown building to the sound of barking dogs outside but melody was flowing in my heart on the inside, I crept slowly into my working space, and my adrenaline was spilling all over the place, I had so much to say, but the early morning bugs try to steal my joy away and ripples of hope came along and breath fresh into my lungs. Morning suddenly comes alive and traffic start flowing down the street and ripples of hope settled my heartbeat. A burst of energy engulfs me and I feel myself entering into a higher dimension and elements in the skies surrounds me and ripples of hope covers me.
Come with me to town and let me show you where destiny is bound, let’s go to the marketplace, the shopping center, the mall and the gym, walk with courage in your hands, ripples of hope will sooth your sorrows and give you a bright smile.
Pour some water on top of your head and pull yourself out of that comfortable bed, come and have brunch with me, and we will go shopping by the sea, meet me at the sushi bar, we will have something light, before you board the flight. We have important matters to discuss so adjust your schedule so that you don’t have to shout when we walk about. Ripples of hope have covered you; ripples of hope will see you through.
Just love
Remember the love
A life with you
Long time,
since long time
with love
Partnership, friendship
O yes with the love
morning to noon,
afternoon to evening,
day to night,
whole week, fortnight, month, year
we pass the time together
friendship love
binds us on one bud,
on moth or butterfly's flying,
on shopping center,
in enjoying festival show,
in watching new movie,
in gossiping with coffee
in bathing together
many more............
Long time,
since long time
love for you
friendship love
As no controller of your heart
As no dictatorship on your life
As no tyrant on your personality
Just love
for you I’m just love
-June 13, 2019 Chattogram
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.
Early for school and for the bus line, must be in my math class before nine. My homework is now all done and fine, off to sleep and be in bed by nine. Early going to work do not whine, today I worked hard asleep by nine. Up early for house work and shopping,
tired from long day back in bed by nine.
Wake up my writing creative line.
Date Written: 5/13/201
I Used: howmanysyllables.com
Remembering the Past
Tito is Tagalog of Uncle
Tito David Rodriguez and Tito Willie Totanes are very good friends
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Tito David recruited me to Filipino American Multimedia Entertainment (FAME)
on the 90’s
Tito David is a Filipino model, journalist, actor in FAME
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Tito Willie Totanes strongly supports me
He drives me around the bay area
Uprising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Tito David is Also a base in Anima Christi choir at St. Andrew, Daly City CA
Both of them are supporting me
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Directed by the late Mr. Jesse Pangilinan
Who passed away
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Supported with Mr. Prospero Luna
A Retired Comedian and actor in the Philippines
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Knew by my late father
Mayor Leonardo G. Mendoza
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Mayor of San Pascual, Batangas City, Philippines
Returning to FAME
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
I would sing all throughout the Bay area
Had shows
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Sang at some Filipino gathering in SF, CA
Concert on October 11, 1998: Outrage on Stage Launching my only Song-Through the Eyes of a Child
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Would Sing in Karaoke beer house
At restaurants and parties in the bay area
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Sang in Westlake Shopping Center in Daly City, CA
Also sang in Serramonte Mall in Daly City, CA
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Met the Asia’s Song bird of the Philippines
Ms. Regine Velasquez
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
And the Song Writer
Mr. Ogie Alcasid
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Tragic Car Accident happened
On October 11, 1999
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
The late Director Jesse Pangilinan passed away
FAME disbanded
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
As of now a client of Heart Soul’s True Hope
In North County, Daly City, California
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
God took my singing career and He changed it to Poetry
He changed it to a harder one because I have to learn poetry but I’m having fun
Up rising Star-Ms. Jacqueline R. Mendoza
I was walking down the sidewalk
of a big-box shopping center,
lost in my thoughts, as usual,
barely even noticed the thing.
Tucked back twenty yards or so,
I first thought it was a warehouse,
squat, and ordinary looking,
'Cavalry's Victory Church.'
No denomination listed,
just the name and cross to mark it,
a sad lump of steel and concrete,
cream-colored with no ornaments.
No spire, no tower, no bells,
nor statue of an ancient saint,
it had no sliding doors upfront,
could be a damn supermarket.
A grim feeling pulled me inside,
hoping here it would look better...
just factory carpets, few windows,
probably there due to building codes.
At least the pews are wooden,
if compressed sawdust is wood.
So many seats facing forwards
to a low, unadorned altar.
Just a cross to denote its job,
sans carvings and tall statues,
no stained glass playing with the light
while its images tell stories.
No pantocrator high above,
staring downwards from a big dome,
no gargoyles, looks a lot like
some high school auditorium.
I know the patrons are sincere,
and the Reverend does his best,
but this place doesn't inspire
or lift the spirit upwards.
Maybe it's a Protestant thing,
or fear of idolatry,
can't say. I only know that
nothing about this feels sacred.
Could it just be our laziness,
cheaper to build quick and move on...
or the money just isn't there
to inspire all who enter.
Perhaps it is a punishment,
laid upon us fallen sinners,
that He lets Notre Dame burn,
while this eye-sore continues on.
Today was my shopping day, my once a week day to go out. I could not believe my eyes, as I went down the grocery aisle. Did I just see a big cow, at the end of the aisle? Are my eyes deceiving me, I ran to the next aisle to see this big cow. Right in front of me a big cow, as I rubbed my eyes yes a big cow I did see. A shopper in cow pajamas she did wear, with black furry slippers. It is not October, not a time for costumes. I laughed until I cried, then I did my shopping. At home no one believed me, guess you needed to see it to believe it. After all who could believe a big cow, shopping down the grocery aisles. It is June, have people gone crazy.
Date Written: 6/11/2021
Note: Last year this did happen.