Retail Poems

Retail Therapy

I have never heard my mother express her love for my father. 
Perhaps after having seven children, she lacked the energy to articulate those sentiments. 

Many women convey their emotions through their unique forms of expression. I find myself questioning whether it was unwise to have loved someone deeply. 
I composed a piece reflecting on

Yuletide here

Does this mean much to you,
Force fed at Yuletide too?
Unsure if Jesus meant all this,
Tinsel town of retail bliss,
Beginning to feel like Yuletide,
Snow in Aussie ocean tide, 
Swimming and drinking,
What is Santa thinking?
Overfeeding everyone,
Overstuffed games in the sun,
Does Jesus think we're crude?
Groaning, here's more food,
Gimme more gifts and a card,
Graft for Christmas, that's so hard,
No

Retail

I want to have a go at the retail business but I just don’t know where to begin, I have the concept planted in my head and a plan that runs on a straight line leading from main to the divine. 

There is a tree that is lying on its path anD it only comes

A Retail Life

They trudged through the side entrance
past the wall of Pepsi products
down the aisle between
beauty aids and bedding,
passing stacks of toilet paper
‘As Seen on TV’ and sporting goods
deeper into the insatiable appetite
of American consumerism
They entered through the door marked
DO NOT ENTER!
climbed the stairs to exchange their freedom
for a badge number and a pricing gun
to trade their

Auntie Gets Herself a Retail Cat

I am getting myself a retail therapy cat said my aunt.
I met one once, and I am telling you that you simply can’t!
She had made up her mind and brought home Mrs. T.
A well-dressed cat that was persnickety, stuck-up and snooty.

She won’t speak to me and she puts on airs, said my Aunt Lee.
I told

Stranges and Reeds Is What It Needs

Strings and reeds
Is what it needs
Bassy sounds
and a
Groovy beat
A conducter
to give
Direction
The right singers
to collaborate
So we can
do our thing
and 
Celebrate


Get it right
a classic
Composition
Been sung
Many times
In ever position
Make it mine
That's a singers
Mission
Perfect harmonies
and grooves
The right melody
To make you listen
Caught the beat
Put your all into it
Make it mine
Don't ruin it
Sing it right
From 
Intro
To
Verse
The right chorus
Make you think
I sung

The Retail Game

There’s a place in never never land
Where shopping centres go
Every single night to replace 
The goods they have on show
You’ll never see them travelling 
'Cos they go through hyper-space
And sometime in the panic
Get returned to the wrong place
So if you’re in your city centre
And the shops don’t seem quite right 
You can bet your bottom

Ghost Mall

Ghost Mall


The chess king
	still searches for
his foxmoor inside
	the ghost mall;
she slips behind
	a casual corner
somewhere
	down by the Gimbels
sipping an Orange Julius
	with Hot Sam.
No one sees 
	the old 
 bypass men		
traipsing around
	the dry fountains
overandover
	in their white
 Kinney’s
others
	loop-de-loop,
over the Scoop
and under the 
	kiosk bone fields
stopping to 
 	prayby
the Lazarus door

Kick the Boot- a Poetic Sale

Kick the boot  

Kick the boot  

Put it in the net after we shoot  

Kick the boot  

Kick the boot  

Get a goal that would be a hoot  

Kick the boot  

Kick the boot  

I will play my magic flute  

‘Toot Toot’ 

This theatrical action 

Retail Scare-Apy

The Witch and the Ghost were sitting on a tree - 
Hot&Heavy K-I-S-S-I-N-G! 
She cast a love spell on her date, 
By dawn her beau would dissipate. 
Boo-ha-hah!!!The Witch flew on a shopping spree. 

Spiteful and vindictive kind, she got a plan -
To spread the evil word among her own clan -
That Ghost’s  macho

My Television Is Now In the Trash

My television is now in the trash because it became to much ,
the constant sound of selfishness and lack of human touch .
That one eyed monster is finally gone and good riddance too all it’s lies.
As I slammed that lid and I’m glad I did I could only feel despise.

Goodbye too your incessant drone ,

Packaging Hiku

                                   six trash inches

                 

Retail Worker's Lament

I work in the retail sector.
I smile all day long.
I hear the same lame jokes
and pretend to laugh along.

"If it doesn't scan its free""
I hear sixty times a day.
I smile and say "No it's not"
because I really need the pay.

"The price is too high' "Can I bring it back".
I wonder why they came.
I nod, agree

Retail Christmas 3

It's mid November and in every store
there are Santas and  Reindeer and coloured lights galore.
The sales clerks are stressing this time of the year
as all the cranky customers are drawing near.

They want this, they want that. God forbid we run out.
They'll string us up alive, of this we've no doubt.
It's Christmas in retail and

A Christmas Thought

A Christmas Thought
It was a night like this
That the world changed forever
Some say for the worse
Some say for the better
A child arrived
The King of Kings
The world would be different
So the Angel sings

Unto you a child is born
The Son of God by name
Some were happy he was here
Others not so that he came
Wars are fought in

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