Shoes shopping
I dislike wasting my time shopping for shoes
The man who wrote Wasteland, a famous poem
He is known for this; he did like boots too for walking
He did indeed, and many other things too
I, when I had a bike, cycled through the Wasteland
a domestic landscape growing beautifully wild
I don`t see it now, there is a distance between
me and the dream I had, the touch, the aroma of
Nature is also a memory of horse manure in
a field verdant as the sea around Greenland.
I need a wasteland, a place where I can lose myself
Without it, life is an endless, trivial repetition.
Tomorrow I will buy a pair of walking boots.
Early morning
and it is still dark.
An abandoned
shopping trolley stands alone
in the centre of the car park.
I take pity and return it back
to its home and the company
of its own kind where it
rejoins the others
in their long coitus line.
Calling all drivers,
does your car go in reverse?
Why are you over the parking line?
I cannot get into my car,
now waiting until you are done shopping.
For weeks,
it has been happening.
Put your car in reverse and park straight,
or leave your car home where it belongs.
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.
Seeing the beauty of the morning sunrise,
then seeing the colorful sunset at the end of my day.
Making someone laugh when I go shopping,
seeing their face go from dull to lighting up.
Nothing is better than a new puppy,
all soft and furry with a kiss from a tiny tongue.
A child's face in wonder,
giving them a double ice cream cone.
Some writers here,
with their funny wit and humor.
I like walking to the store.
Every day I buy a bit
Of what I need, for home supplies.
Or maybe I just look around.
I like walking back to home.
On the way I might observe
If my neighbors are around,
Or maybe left their TV on.
Sometimes kids play out-of-doors
On the lawn, where their energy
Is safely ignored by all
Except by each other, and their dog.
Quote By Poet "March will start Spring off with a big smile."
March is a great time of the year,
St. Patrick's Day they serve green beer.
Four leaf clovers bunnies are hopping,
let's go green dress shopping.
Pretty flowers are now blooming,
the green grass needs grooming.
I have clipped my shopping antennas
No more garage sales, resale shops or flea markets
I cannot be trusted
I am a lover of shiny things, odd things, weird things
I cannot resist buying sequins, rhinestones, glittery mirrors
I am a lover of things
I drag home all kinds of stuff
With feathers, plaids, Mexican embroidery
I am a lover of the outrageous
The stranger, the better
I like the oddities others often overlook
Much of what I buy never makes it out of my car trunk
Stored for years in sacks until I donate them to another resale shop.
I wore my new shoes to the store.
They fit but they hurt.
I love how the laces come undone and trip me.
I love the chicken salad sandwich I get at the deli.
I love the notebook I write my list of groceries in.
Waiting in line to check out.
The thing about lines is, no matter how long they are, you can’t die.
Or you will lose your turn.
Dinging and beeping sounds.
We pretend it’s ok.
I hope the store doesn’t lock me inside of it.
Maybe I should have bought the cream cheese…
It was on sale.
Nothing will ever be ok again.
I almost tripped.
I dropped my grocery list.
Nothing will ever be ok again.
Christmas shopping
Less and less, I like being near people
The café was full of people talking about
How expensive everything is
Buy less is my answer, prices will fall
Until you can afford to buy things you like
To a reduced price
Businesses react to demands by putting up
To rake in when the going is favorable
Wait till the market is sated, then pay less
Don’t be a slave to trends here today
Adverts tell lies about their great product
Nothing ever works, they say it does
If not, whatever it is, it normally breaks easily
Santa Claus was a port wine-drinking man
From Amsterdam making us into silly fools
The Ideal life
Waiting for your other half, as she visits the loo
It’s usually the shopping mall, where she joins in the queue,
You stand with the guys, in equal appreciation
Of the predicament we find ourselves, in this situation.
Nobody makes eye contact but if we do it’s just a nod,
How long do we need to wait? We each pray to god.
Please let our partner be the first to fully reappear
Then we can get out of this place and silently disappear.
The waiting is tense, the brow begins to sweat
How long can this be, as we’ve lots of stuff to get?
Then a woman appears but alas it’s none of ours,
At this rate we could be here, for many, many hours.
A look at your watch, then a look at your shoes
Another woman appears but the question is, whose?
With a sigh and a smile, one of us is relieved,
A gesture to the other guys, confirms his reprieve.
Another look at the watch and a look up to the sky
A blow of the cheeks, then a very heavy sigh.
She finally appears, it’s a face we recognise
A nod to the other guys, a relief we can’t disguise.
“The Marketplace”
Today the marketplace is open.
Ready with crisp linens for handfuls of gold.
Hordes of buyers stomp the asphalt
scurrying by and through to the next.
I have worn my smile.
My hair is wind-born.
smelling of burnt amber and roses.
My dress, summer silk, covers my flesh -
Tones like island-bronze.
And I have worn my smile.
I banter over prices, politely.
Others haggle, fussing, who is next.
I, alone in my company, solo with passing
memories of your hands on my face.
I show everyone my smile.
Evening approaches, hushing the buzz of the crowd.
Memories of you sink into the dark...
falling with my head upon my pillow.
I remember walking the marketplace with you
and how you made me smile.
I used to spend an average of sixty dollars a day at a store.
It did not matter what I bought, as long as I purchased something.
I would leave the clerks cheering, I was their job security.
Unsure when I outgrew this habit, probably when I began working.
When you are at a job eight hours a day, you want to be home.
I could not wait to put on my nightgown and relax.
Thus, working not only gave me money.
But it saved me money.
I realized that now.
And to my vast astonishment,
I no longer have a shopping fixation.
what used to appeal to me is not appealing in the least now.
I spend all of my money on dogs, their treats and their toys.
Sometimes in a store I browse
And other times I buy.
It all depends on what they’ve got
That might just catch my eye.
And even if I fall in love,
An item might not make it
For if I can’t display it,
There’s no reason I should take it.
Today, 3 times that happened -
Two with posters, one sans frame.
I just don’t have the wall space
So I couldn’t stake my claim.
The last, a set of tumblers,
Painted with assorted eyes,
Turned the concept of “eye glasses”
Into such a fun surprise.
Still, I had to stop and ponder
If the joke was worth the price
And I came to the conclusion
That the mem’ry would suffice.
Yet I also made 2 purchases-
Some clothing and a gift
Which, along with pumpkin ice cream,
Gave my day a welcome lift.
I window shopping
For I seek genuine truth
About life and faith.
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