"shoppin" poems
Kisses under the mistletoe, holly, Santa's list,
Rudolph's red nose aglow,
Sleigh bells ringing,
A donated toy, presents galore beneath the glistening tree,
The rich, soft scent of green pine, wreaths to behold, angels above,
A wish made upon a star,
The wise men's gifts from afar, the drummer boy,
Satiny ribbons, big red velvet bows,
My hollyberry dishes,
Wondrous white fallen, holiday snow
With lights at night - a shiny, sparkling fairyland show! ! !
Christmas time magically brings dreams about heavenly things
Back to life again.
Boxes of candy are ready to go
Except for the bows - a must for shoppin'
Around the world Santa, driven by reindeer,
Will stop for good kids Christmas eve night.
Soon I'll get some seeds the scarlet cardinals and other woodland birds to delight.
Christmas carols were played past years
On our piano
With two old fingers and more.
My grandpa who had a heart of gold could play songs by ear at his memory's door.
Days have long ago gone by since
My grandfather so dear to us
Told me how they use to put
Wax candles on the window sills
And the tree - to light Christmas's way.
Around the deep, magnificent boughs, too, a scallop trim with splendor
Made by hand from strung popcorn and pure ruby cranberries, danced along its adorned, lovely strand.
A glorious tree it must have been!
Grandpa didn't have a red Christmas stocking.
He got a piece of chocolate
And an orange in his sock
Early Christmas morning.
Wishing you all a snowy, Merry Christmas
Filled with sweet dreams of sunshiny days
Tops my list like winter's cherry cheeks
On children whose laughter brings cheer while they play! ! ! !
Dec 25, 2011
Dec 25, 2011 at 4:08 AM UTC
Shoppin wiv Albert.
I met my uncle Albert,
down at Asda, in aisle three;
he got there in a Mazda,
jus' a smidgen after me,
said he'd traversed Sainsburys,
Tesco Liddle n the Spar,
but not one o' them flogged Caviar
Truffles or Foie gras.
He sidled past the pork pies
streaky bacon turkey thighs
a headin for the french fries
n forsaken knock down buys,
shimmied 'round the ankle biters;
expectant mums to be,
popin pills for bloated ills
in the haberdashery.
Jan 7, 2012
Jan 7, 2012 at 4:33 PM UTC
Yeah it's Jay, Mr. Self Saboteur,
Fill the bottle up thats what I got the bottle for,
Self fufillin' prophecies got me on the floor,
Drinkin' is the reason but it got me wantin' more,
Not a variety of sobriety when I'm shoppin' in the store,
Got me thinking what's the reason I'm coppin' all this for?
Jesus blood stains up on the sheets,
No Zzz's when I sleep,
All my cups filled up with alcoholic drinks,
So I'm up in that Anonymous,
Cup in hand, hungry hippopotamus,
Sayin' to the man, "I think we need a little Ciroc in us"
I've got a problem, why you think I'm stoppin' cuz?
My names Jay and the liquor's messin' me up,
Every night fellin' closer to Aaliyah,
Saw my reflection now I'm lookin' at the reaper,
Experiment with liquor so fill up my beaker!
Hand on the Bud Light,
Fuckin' with my love life,
Sippin' on the suds like,
Toast to the tough life!
This phenix burns,
Born in thorns with alcoholic horns,
Lookin' at the bottom of the bottle,
Askin' my self if my heart's this hollow,
What do I do? Toss it or swallow,
Well that is a problem for the Jay of tomorrow,
Tryin' to deal with the ills of my convictions,
Sippin' on the liquid of my sickenin' addiction,
Yeah ma, loosen up my inhibitions,
Binge drinkin' means no intermissions,
So welcome my beloved inebriation,
Cup to my mouth instead of conflict confrontation,
Sippin' on the liquid that is toxic to the nation,
Women gettin' twisted my ironic liberation,
If I drink too much I'ma keep it up,
Pinky finger up,
Worried my liver's not weak enough,
Speech slurred so I won't speak to much,
But my mouth's wide open talkin' greek and stuff,
Opps I made a mistake,
Trade Jack Daniels for tonights date,
Gotta live with the consequences that I hate,
Choosin' liquid over women that I try to sedate.
Seems like I'll never get them back,
Well I'll just have to find love within the cup that's in my lap,
So this is a toast to all the alcoholics,
Put up an empty cup, just a little symbolic,
Sacrifice love for a chick that's nymphonic,
And realize it was fine before the Hypnotic,
****
Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 7:53 AM UTC
yo
need yo-self some coverage
what if you get in a ax-e-dent
I got a little something for you......
I’m pimpin pauly
a financial planner
insurance guru
no ones badder
he’s ****** with your lame rates
offerin you better bank states
better call for quote dog
don’t forget to say thanks
I’m pimpin pauly –
I’m pauly pimpin
sendin him diff-rent
clients on the real tip
lookin to save
for a dope trip
maybe you got your throat ripped
he works with HMO’s, *****
savin dollas
makin ya holla
give him a calla
no mo shoppin
middle of the malla
wont fall-a
be a balla
I’m pimpin Pauly –
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC
Chapter One: Bozo & Bonzo
The Goatman was a fat guy who lived in the old part of town where everything looked tired. No one around there cared very much about anything.
There were two bums who liked to hang around the train tracks over there. We started calling them Bozo and Bonzo. Bonzo didn't mind because he loved The Who and Bonzo happened to be his favorite drummer. Bozo did mind and would curse and spit at us whenever we'd say the word. He told us to call him by his real name (Charlie) but we liked Bozo a lot more.
Anyway, my friend Lawrence and I would give Bonzo and Bozo a quarter each for a recounting of a recent sighting of the Goatman. One day after school we decided to drop by the tracks to see if they were around. They were, and they were both **** drunk and stunk like wet dogs do after they come inside from the rain. Bonzo asked me if I wanted a swig from his flask and I shook my head no.
"Fuckin' ***** I knew you weren't the real deal," Bonzo muttered as he swirled his flask in a circle, as if it were an expensive martini.
"I don't need your nasty backwash, thanks," I shot back.
"We want more information on the Goatman," Lawrence broke in.
"We have quarters," I added.
Lawrence took the 50 cents from his pocket and extended his arm. Bozo quickly snatched up the coins and laughed.
"You two hot for the Goatman or somethin'?"
"We're not gay for the Goatman," Lawrence says. "But we're definitely gay for finding out who the **** he actually is."
Bozo laughed some more but it came out as a hearty, borderline obese and drunk gargle/scoff.
"We saw him yesterday, believe it or not. I was takin' a **** in a bush across the street from him and he came amblin' out. I was too drunk to care much at the time but lookin' back, I shoulda been more scared," Bozo looked down at the worn boots on his feet and kicked the dirt. "He was carryin' a tiny plastic shoppin' bag, all neatly tied up. After he went back inside I crept over and took it and just fuckin' ran, man," Bozo seemed distressed just verbalizing his encounter.
"So what was inside?" I knew he was getting to it, but I needed to know.
"Just some candy wrapper. Nothin' but candy wrapper. Butterfingers', 3 Musketeers', Pay Days. You name it, he ate it," Bozo completely broke down laughing this time. I'm coming to realize he is the sort of person who thinks he's funnier than anyone else seems to.
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 9:58 AM UTC
No my dear… I don’t want to go
not fishin or shoppin or sight seein… NO
I want to stay home ****
Looking crazy… in a doo rag… and plaids and strips…
And look at the caller id… and still not answer the phone…
and talk to myself… and/or
Scratch in inappropriate places…
I want to eat leftover spaghetti... for breakfast…
I want to pretend like I’m cleanin my room…
and 4 hours later realize it’s still messy… and not mind at all…
I want to walk into that other room… and turn around and walk back out…
I want to lay down… and get up… and lay back down again…
Then listen to some music… really loudly…and sing… really badly… and
Talk to my plants… so that they don’t feel neglected
cuz I spent all morning talkin to myself… and
stand in the front doorway… and look out of the glass screen…
and open it up… just to feel the temperature outside…. And
then shut it back…
and lock it
It’s just one’a them days… So No…
I don’t want to go…
And go… and go...
You feel me...?
Today...
I just want to stay home…
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 12:25 PM UTC
She told me the mountains
weren't the peaks they used to be
I chuckled,smiled and understood.
Every year the walnuts seem
farther from the tree
We took a trip down memory lane
with the hazards on
a turtles pace
nothing really seemed the same
people flew by
it's an interstate
We stopped a few times
that was okay with me
I needed my meds
and she had to ***
again and again and again
The lane is now a highway
No shoppin' at Sears
now it's just bi-way
discounts don't really mean that much
when you pay fifty dollars
for what once was a buck
So I sit back in my rockin' chair
I listen to oldies, losin' my hair
She weaves then leaves
('cause she has to ***
Everything aches where there isn't pain
but we've got each other,
and we both have canes
I love her now more and deeper
Kinda glad those mountians
aren't any steeper
I'm gettin' too old to make that climb
And she still likes my walnuts fine.
So I smiled at her
when she returned
Showin' teeth no longer mine
And I asked with a wrinkly smile
If she'd like to fool around a while
She smiled back and said "Not today...
it's gettin' late anyway."
I looked at the clock
and had to agree
It was nearly bed time
and we needed our Z's
The days make us tired
and now my drive is low gear
So it's off to sleep
(after she pees)
After all, it's after three
on a Sunday afternoon...
Roosty
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 10:54 AM UTC
Don't be fooled by Christmas
see if you break it down it means Christ -Mass
Massacre of Christ but you dead on your ***
Shoppin' through local stores spending your cash
Only to be used as a mass
Exchange present and don't even know why
Did you know back then your *** would die
See Christmas was so bad it was outlawed
Back in late 1800s
And also gift were exhanged for makes of foreplay
****** rituals for display no delay
Don't believe what I say
Reseach for your self befor you say nay
But y'all don't wanna hear to be busy flappin' your thoughts jaws
Cells gone No int3llectual left
It seems like all thoughts are put on a shelf
Don't you think it's funny they plan everything carefully
Christmas is the 359 day of the year
A week from that is a new 7
See the devil grammatical number is 359
and 7 days later is completed timeline
So you waste your time standing in line
Or wasting time online
Only to do the same thing when it comes tax time
They laughing at you while you being gullible
People missing is that not questionable?
People taking deals left and right
Fools still lookin for God buthe been on sight
Searching at the wrong places and wrong time
Not catching on to all of the sublimes
Time after time they say I'm outta line
That I'm grouch.but one day y'all will fuckin' vouch
Dec 25, 2017
Dec 25, 2017 at 2:14 AM UTC
The boy really likes her
Boy's fallin' in love
Nothin' could come between them
But Girl kind of likes him
So every time she sees him
She leaves him heartbroken
Cause Boy's softspoken
So
Girl manipulates him with makeup to breakups
Cuz Boy ain't got his cake up
And can't take her shoppin'
So
Boy's self-conscious
So every little bit, he gets
He emptying his pockets
To spend it on She
But She doesn't see a future with him
Cause
The girl kinda stuck-up
Through all of the fits
The boy still loves her
Boy still committed
But
The girl ain't with it
So she doesn't visit much
He doesn't have a whip
So
They don't get to kick it
So Boy misses Girl
But Girl stays distant
Phone calls shorter than a ******
Now he gets it
He can't let go
Cause every time she tries to end it
Boy tries to fix it
The boy wants this figured out
The girl's trying to kick him out
But boy's tryin' to figure out
Just how to make it work cause
The boy never had love
But she doesn't really have love
So they don't really have love
Pretending as it hurts her to leave him
So Girl's crying while listing the reasons
Believing all that **** she's shovelling
Love is dyin' ***
And I ain't tryna fight to get you to wind up with a sheet of tissue
I'm done, darling
Cause all this bawling won't convince you but
I think about it sometimes
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 7:33 PM UTC