A field of blue
For who?
US or you
If I red, this right
About the American white
Knight's
Field of blue
Seeking justice true
Using a vigilant eagle eye
Persevering every try
Proudly raising the flag high
It flies
Message sent
Throughout the forging valley's tent
Watching old glory touch the stars
Blue field defends its red, white bars
Healing any freedom scars
Fifty or thirteen
It all means
The same
When one claims
An independent life
While piping the fife
And banging a drum
Feeling welcome
Under the blue sky
Where the American flag flies
High
Sounding the call
Down at the mall
Holiday sale all
Month long
Playing patriotic songs
Before debating what is wrong
Making us blue
Wondering exactly what is true?
That is how we act
And if you do not like it, go pack
Today at the mall, I seen a woman wearing a shirt saying Black is beautiful, I thought I never see any white shirts with slogans.
I wondered what kind of slogans would go with white, I thought white is wonderful, or white is nice, or white is bright.
Today at the mall, I seen a lot of families, they all looked so happy, and I thought life must be going great.
The mall has many awesome things, it has stores, it has people, it has food, it has entertainment, it has options to grow and display all the current things we like to purchase.
The mall is growing, it had so many possibility’s, many I envision as I shop, and look forward to all my shopping expeditions.
Thank you mall for all you sell, you make many of us feel so swell with all of our days in the mall.
Busy shopping day
lunch with family and friends
playing the arcade
One Couple Of Days ago last week,
the two dead men found out they were really meek.
The blind woman has learned how to knit,
she loves to knit shoes for her bunny outfit.
The deaf policeman is now off the force,
he loves being a twenty-six hour DJ in the mall concourse.
The two dead boys love to play lively pranks,
like driving down main street in their big red tanks.
paint drips down small hands
artists’ mural’s a fridge door
—soaped, sobs for new skill
Darn dogs bark, disturbing my thought
Two canucks in a truck never give up,
With a wide turning radius they hobble the curb,
Parking in stalls, for small cars,
One stops next to you, to block the view,
The senior’s scooter pushes through
The traffic, at the shopping mall
All with conflicting purposes
Trying to buy food ~psp
dr. (pi)
.
Finding true faith
Like going to mall
Spent few hours.
Go round and shop
Your eyes busy
Your feet is numb.
When all is done
With good judgement
Finding your choice.
No further fuss
At last you bet
To settle down.
Once and for all
You buy the thing
Mall has offer.
For all of my shopping years I can recall,
I’d love spending time at a popular mall.
I’d go by myself or with family or friends
And stay a few hours or more - it depends.
The stores were so varied and though I’d keep track,
My favorites were always there, luring me back.
When I’d need a break to the food court I’d head -
There were fries there and ice cream, that’s quite enough said!
I no longer shop like I used to and so
A mall is a place where I no longer go.
Yet recently, just to kill time, there I was
With my husband and talk about absence of buzz -
The place was a ghost town - the shops weren’t closed,
Which is what, in all honestly, we had supposed,
But there were so few people I can’t comprehend
How those stores stay in business with no one to spend.
It made me feel sad that a part of my life
Has been severed as if with a surgical knife
For an Amazon search cannot equal at all
To the times I spent browsing all day in a mall.
Glamour dog expected poodles to ask for her autograph very much
But they raced past her, as if they did not see her at all
How had they missed her fancy scarf, her florals and such?
She gave gray hounds a look, but they were so tall
They did not see her, so she groused to her cousin Hutch
Who cares? He asked. You know you are a gorgeous doll.
He is a gentleman, and totally Dutch.
This reassurance urged glamour dog out of the mall.
I am sitting outside Oak Park Mall
shoppers come in with bags
shoppers go out with bags
I watch them maneuver those bags in both directions
they all seem to be in a hurry
hurry in
hurry out
no one notices me
I am invisible
it is a powerful feeling
I continue to watch
I could do this all day
It's Saturday morning and off we go to the mall
The traffic just to get there is painfully slow
Upon arrival, it seems that parking spots are tough to be found
Up and down the rows of vehicles we finally get a break, someone is homeward-bound
As we enter the mall pushing and shoving start to ensure
We find an opening and make our way through
The list of shops we have to visit is much to long to count
It now seems the headache I just developed has started to mount
My credit card I know will take a pounding today
It is going to take me months just to repay
After a long day, our shopping trip has finally came to an end
Next weekend we will be back here again, this is becoming a trend
watching the leaves fall
sitting in the parking lot of an abandoned mall
memories are flooding my modern existence wall to wall
i am wishing that i could give a certain person a call
waterfront imagination in a poor man's dream
trying to find the greatest common denominator in this scheme
how i long for the feeling of the taste of cookies n cream
maybe then i will figure out the concept of how to redeem
loneliness lives with me everywhere i go
oblivious solo living is technique of which i am a pro
my air of mystery black charm always steals the show
what the flip side of it all feels like i will never know
it's summertime something in a winterized shade
for the inner unpredictableness i was perfectly made
for some reason the creation of me halted at middle grade
however knowing you once existed dissipates every barricade
The sun hangs gilded
I savor the warmth
as autumn trees glow like fire
flickering through hoar frost
mountains loom proud
into cloudless blue
like white-headed old men
watching over the world
the sweet smell of pies,
cakes and bread
mix with chocolate as
they escape from stores lining the street
wisps of frozen breath
drift from shoppers lips
it suspends in the clear air
for an eternity it seems
Oh, the beauty that God
has provided this day
going unnoticed by eyes
glued to small screens in idle hands
Away in a strip mall,
no strip did I see.
That strips might be sold there
means nothing to me.
And then I thought strip tease!
I walked all around
but no naked ladies
were there to be found.
No cute guys there either
in nothing but thongs
who hinted that maybe
they’d show us their dongs!
There’s Vegas strips, so why
not say a mall STRIP?
I went to see strippers
but wasted my trip.
i wanna know if ya’ll want to go to the mall?
not me said Paul. I am fixing this old horse stall.
yes, said Miss Kirkendall. I need a fashion doll.
could we please buy aunt Booboo a Christmas shawl?
weirdo Kirkendall must have been born with a caul.
because I had been thinking precisely this in the hall.
we had better hurry I said, it looks like a squall.
a Kansas storm that was coming up wide and tall.
junior jumped off of the south wall.
ran for the car as he picked up his ball.
we’d best get on the road, it’s time to haul
do I have time to make a fast call?
the ford took off with gumption and gall.
when Bessie is in a hurry, she does not crawl.
i headed straight away to the giant mall.
we had a fine time, each one of us, all!
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