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As My Town Goes Sinking
My town goes sinking, sinking
Beneath a sea of shopping malls
As I sit and ponder, drinking
Staring into merchandise stalls.
Each mall boasts two dozen stores for shoes,
Providing fashion for Yuppie feet,
While all I can do is feel confused
As I watch the disappearance of my streets.
Now it's 300K for every tiny townhouse
For the foreign invader and his spouse
Come to commute, born to shop,
To drain the town's spirit to its last fatal drop.
Seems to me my memory of a nice little town
Used to exist here, before the glitterdomes;
A place where one felt up when things were down,
Sensible people in sensible homes.
Now I just sit sometimes, and watch it all sink
As I help myself to another drink.
Now Bart Simpson, over across the way,
Advises me, as he did yesterday
Not to get worked up, or "Have a cow";
But on reflection,
At the risk of rejection,
If I could, I would - right here and now.
He was born in the bathroom
One tiny white ball of cotton
Baby breath like a perfume
Little black nose like a button
Swiftly, he was a growing puppy
Blundering limbs making haste
Almost the way of a young yuppie
Leaving his siblings during the chase
As he grew, my love for him flourished
I discovered that I loved him more
As his sustenance fulfilled and nourished
Helping him to develop into the one I adore
Soon, his siblings were gone to new homes
It was just him and me, two hearts, one love
Together we walked and he loved the roams
What we shared was heavenly, from above
Everyday he’d wait for me to come back
From my day spent working or doing errands
I would typically bring him some snack
That he would thank me for with his presence
He lived with me for thirteen years
Taking walks and sharing our life of hope
Always his love that was so very sincere
Forever helping me to find ways to cope
It was the hardest day of my life that year
When I waited as he moved on to heaven
Although he didn’t seem to show any fear
I felt as if my heart wasn’t about to leaven
Grace got me through my loss of his ardor
But I will always remember his friendship
When I think of going home it’s not harder
Being reunited with my dog will be splendid
September 11, 2019
MY HEART IS FULL Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Cindi Rockwell
L is for Laughter, we share Lavishly.
O is for the fights that explode Occasionally
V is for the insurmountable Vastness of us.
E is love Eternity that is so much more than lust
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P is for Pacifism, to settle without a fight.
E is Everlasting peace, wouldn't that be a sight.
A is for Amnesty, to forgive an opposing threat.
C is for our troops, waiting for this war to Cease.
E is for Everyone, I wish all world peace.
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T is for the way she Tastes, and her Tantalizing ways.
R is for our late night Rendezvous after work each day.
A is our Attraction, Absolute for all our lives
N is for the Nifty way I asked her to be my wife.
Q is for her Quintessential fashion
U is for our Unadulterated passion
I is her deep blue, Indigo eyes
L is for her Loud teasing cries.
I is not just I, but for both of us
T is for her undisputed Trust in me
Y is meant for her, my gorgeous Yuppie queen...
Jared Pickett
10/24/09
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Mister Bourdain clearly in abject pain
The cook feeling crook can't refrain
Asked about same subject did complain
Coffee's not a culture he does explain
Why do they sustain their campaign
His bane such nonsense won't wane
Not like the throng along the Seine
Nor the glitz of Biarritz or arcane Spain
We know a barista may have to train
Wittily says in Italy have made it plain
Breakfast frothy coffee then not again
The agony of Anthony fuels his disdain
Slicker chair made from wicker & cane
Hysteria like wisteria on a trendy lane
Specs and pecs those necks will crane
Feline design plastic surgery is insane
Their ilk less coffee more milk will contain
Let's end yuppie caffeine bean reign
The vastly ghastly inane finally slain
Shallow callow stain down the drain
Forget arty farty latte said Bourdain
He did maintain to party & entertain
Not trippy dippy hippy Lion's mane
Go loco coca not cocoa yep cocaine
When the president said ‘misunderestimated’
Everybody wondered, ‘was he ever educated’
But I forgive him that, for the thing that makes me ‘EEK!’
Is the mad proliferation of Corporation Speak…
For thirteen years a desk paid my rent
As I gave a hundred and ten percent
While progress chasing, the big knobs suggested
I could perhaps be more invested
They said action that
And try blue sky thinking
Let’s square the circle
Cos floating ain’t sinking
So pick it up and run with it
But bring it to the table
And hit the ground running
Don’t smoke in the stable
Scare the ghost
Feel the commotion
Peel the onion
Boil the ocean
If you’re out of the loop
Go punch the puppy
We’ll take it on board
(While I punch the yuppie)
So here’s the game changer
Think outside the box
We need joined up thinking
Heads up, shoot the fox
It’s a no brainer, for it’s got legs
The tastiest coffee still has dregs
So find a window, bump some heads
You can’t make an omelette without cracking eggs
So let’s all sing from the same hymn sheet
For we live in a world full of corporate speak
60's Child
I found myself at the tail end of childhood then,
Coming out of its long sunny sleep;
The days and nights of pleasures, terrors, wonders
Strung together to make up the pitted landscape
Of being small
Still filled my world and made it whole.
Mostly i remember things like:
Summer crab feasts, "I Love Lucy" reruns
"Laugh-In" bits, the drone of ball games on t.v.,
Trips into town to my Grandfather's old store
For candy and comics
Back before my town became Yuppie Central.
Another child raised beneath the cathode rays' glow,
My mind absorbed images, words with only hinted meanings
- Like the smiling faces in the cigarette ads
The offhand reports of body counts
From a faraway, makebelive war,
i heard and felt the many signs of strain
Between the longhaired Bigger Kids and their parents;
But not for me their world of confused revolt.
That would come later, milder in my case
When I became one of their second, weaker, wave.
No, I stepped out of the close land of childhood
Just after it was all over;
Wondering ever since,
Just what it was I'd missed, or hadn't
By dint of being a kid of the fabled 60's.
My favourite episode scene
Has to be seen, to know what I mean
'Only Fools and Horses' is the comedy show
Just watch and the laughing will flow
The scene that I talk about
Is of 'Del Boy' in yuppie spout pout
As he talks with 'Trigger' at the bar
Has his business exploits, now gone to far
In casual chat as he goes to lean on the hatch
The waiter exits, now in gravity he's detached
He rests to lean into an normal leaned meet
In rigid compose to the floor he does greet
He rises all flustered in dishevelled pose
His desire to vacate from his embarrassed compose
He clicks his heels, running a country mile
Hey Trigger I'm out of here, your cramping my style
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