Short Supermarket Poems
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Saved the World today
In the supermarket
All I had to do
Was bring my own plastic bag
No special powers required
On this occasion
Revolutionary supermarket manager
Decides to place the eggs next to the deli chicken
To provoke spirited debate among his customers
supermarket bells
their strange clangor in the cold
the red-faced ringer
feet stamping one the other
while coins hit brittle like ice
I heard a tramp saying under his breath in the supermarket the other day,
'The consumer society is a mass murderer'
'We live in a make believe society'
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Fruit bowl without fruits
similar to supermarket shelf
without goods...
Trees without leaves
and flowers, equal to
blind without guides
He fills me
Like a supermarket
Bubble gum dispenser
With black eyes
Of condescension
Give me a dime
Eye will give you
A glance
That will POP
Your bubble
6/12/12
Freed a dozen hens today
For a week or so
$2 (additional) the price of freedom
On the supermarket shelves
Even though I may pontentially
Have stolen all their children
Today I am
A long, black beetle
In a supermarket
Scurrying
To primal mandates,
Obscene on the shine
Of polished plans,
Not knowing
That bigger traps
Have room
Like freedom.
Our eyes met in the supermarket queue,
She sent my heart a flutter,
But then all thoughts of love ebbed away,
In her basket, margarine not butter.
The purple sweet potato
All hail the royal
Sweet potato in my red
Supermarket cart
Wrapped with foil and baked to
Its coarse, velvety goodness
Marckincia Jean
Tanka
11/03/19
The large hairy gorilla creature had never had a full out fit
At the Happy Supermarket they said he dumped every stacked can display
Big lie made up by old ladies who like to make up fabrications
A panic buyer, name of Stan,
will grab each bottle, jar or can
and leave the supermarket bare.
(No toilet paper? Stan was there!)
His house is full...he buys some more,
and cannot squeeze inside his door!
Garden fresh and delicious to the core
Fattens before my wondering eyes
When ripe almost falls off the vine
Trumps supermarket produce
Astoundingly tasty
Easily frozen
Laying in her
Cozy pod
Happy
Peas
At the express lane at the local supermarket
Don't try getting through with one over the limit
Dirty looks you'll get
And bad-mouthing I'll bet
They'll push you down and stomp on your spinach
Just met a friendly supermarket cashier
Thanked him for the joyful presence he volunteered
A mundane occupation
Doesn't stimulate the imagination
Guess it's way better than a street bum career
At the express lane in the local supermarket
Don't try getting through with one over the limit
Dirty looks you will get
And bad mouthing I'll bet
They'll push you down and stomp on your spinach
If we don’t have time for the supermarket,
there’s a store on the corner for what we can get.
For years, it has stood.
The quality and service are good.
We get what we need and more
at the CORNER GROCERY STORE.
Had she looked back at me
Even for just a second ...
Our encounter might have been the stuff of tabloid frenzy.
But she left quickly a coffee in one hand,
A shopping bag in the other,
And I waited for my turn next in line.
Art is a talent,
a gift,a vocation,
it is not a product ...
So you can't buy it
on the supermarket ...
But if the result of that art
is well executed,
it will be sold
at the market
as a product
as well...
CHILD’S VIEW
Look!
Old folks
Funny skin
All wrinkled up
Nearly bent double
It must hurt when they smile
And their clothes are funny too
I wish they wouldn’t block the aisle
The supermarket is full of them
Mamma make those old folks go away
At the express lane in the local supermarket
Don't try getting through with one over the limit
Dirty looks you will get
And bad mouthing I'll bet
They'll push stuff on the floor and stomp on your spinach
© Jack Ellison 2015
When you're at the checkout counter
And you hear the beep
It won't be Dale having fun
On Supermarket Sweep
Dale's with the angels now
I hope they like his style
And let him have a trolley
And go wild in the aisle
© Gail Foster 19th April 2018
In a supermarket, phrases like “nice cans” or “nice melons”
Sound innocent unless a well endowed philly nearby threatens
Then head for the checkout
Avoiding a crime scene headcount
Run like a gazelle, she'll be on your cart in seconds
tension on roof
weight of snow crashed through
floor with big splash
© Joseph, March 14, 2008
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This actually took place in a well known supermarket chain when I do grocery
shopping. It was pretty scary!
The Lie
She's living a lie
For make her parents proud
But they're dead,now
She's trapped in a life
She didn't want
A school run , supermarket
Beck and Call nightmare
Aging like dust
A women by gender only
Servant to the lie
19th century lifestyle
20th century lies.
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