Poems About: SHOPPING

In a rumble tumble morning
After an evenings firelight glow
Prayers are left unanswered
From a God who didn't show read more »

I went to do the shopping at the Supermarket Store
Couldn't find a trolley - so hunted round some more:
I dashed around the car park searching every trolley bay
And at last, with the one with the wonky wheel, I was on my way! read more »

Some people work in a factory called a sweat shop,
They work from sunrise till after dark, and don't stop.
The blind man lives by himself in a room,
He cannot see, so each day is filled with gloom. read more »

Clouds, a cold november sky,
She sits alone on the crowded bus.
A world goes by, places farmiliar
Only as the scenes of a well worn route. read more »

Everything will be all right
if I make it through the night
if I can’t and
if I won’t read more »

tracing back the steps of my youth
cycling along what was the old tram route
and now is a park
into the city I grew up in read more »

While we were shopping, you tried to steal a bracelet that was worth a lot.
But before you could get out of the store, you got caught. read more »

It’s a quaint little ‘ole western town
With country in its soul
There’s an old fashioned barber shop
Along with a barber pole read more »

I often walk from market to my home
through chinese shop matters which sold; gold read more »

Wandering narrow, crooked streets,
Past Lavender Place and Forget-me-not Way,
Lead to a shop on Looking Glass Lane.
Inside, an old cleaning woman read more »

Bobby socks and poodle skirts, chewing gum and skateboards,
the soda fountain malted, a two-strawed creme delight,
unlocked doors and picnics, rocking on the front porch,
'What happened to the good old days? ' a question that is trite. read more »

They were playing shopkeeper's game in my parking lot,
Decorated a little corner with little dolls, little kites, little toys,
And every little thing they got,
Making innocent moves, in a round circle they sat, read more »