The Low Down
Mother; remember I am small
a little over two feet tall
My view from here is limited
the shopping mall a place of dread.
Boots and shoes are all I see
as people rush impatiently.
You have forgotten how it feels
to see only toes and heels.
You hold me firmly by the hand
but I don’t think you understand
Just how it feels to be so small
and dragged around a shopping Mall.
If you ere small and couldn’t see
then you would know what frightens me.
16-May-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Shopping= Me
Shopping is my passion,
Passion 4 fashion
The clothes, The shoes
Especially the food
I'll go a probally spend $50 or maybe $100
There's Claires, Hot Topic, And Raves
I really have a shopping crave
I love the mall
It's so full of life,
I love the mall
Let's go tonight.
poem by LeLe Gallon
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The Last Mall
Attention all shoppers
It's Cancellation Day
Yes the Big Adios
Is just a few hours away
It's last call
To do your shopping
At the last mall
You'll need the tools for survival
And the medicine for the blues
The sweet treats and surprises
For the little buckaroos
It's last call
To do your shopping
At the last mall
We've got a sweetheart Sunset Special
And all of the standard stuff
'Cause in the morningthat gospel morning
You'll have to do for yourself when the going gets tough
Roll your cart back up the aisle
Kiss the checkout girls goodbye
Ride the ramp to the freeway
Beneath the blood orange sky
It's last call
To do your shopping
At the last mall
song performed by by Steely Dan
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21st Century Shopping Mall
Built on a day in sin
Sand, girders and tin
Prefab shopping mall
For a working class clientele
Everything for sale
With chemist and optician
Open 24/7
All made in heaven.
...............................
Soc ial gathering if you like
Star parade caked music.
Push your food around Mike
.................................
Pref ab shopping mall
The Vatican
A pilgrimage every time
The Notre-dime.
..................................
Walk down towering isles
To marry a barbeque
With blessed burger
You become the Pope
In prefab shopping mall.
......................................Checkout!
A gorgeous honey bun
With e numbered eyes
Or male hunky spunk
Wearing organic hair gel
Loving your food to death
Into recyclable bags
Or do it yourself
With smiley friendly computer scanner
Serving a mega ram lip service.
..................................... .
However much you pay
Sacred food should stay
You cannot ever leave
Our God blessed sanctified
Prefab shopping mall......
poem by Andrew Nawroski
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Deceiving Looks
People shopping in the mall
Looks deceive, while there's so much more to every-one than meets the eye
Boy slim and tall
Buying some hair dye
But what people can't see are the scars on his arm
He holds a knife in his hand with wrong use
Tearing away inside of him is the parent caused harm
Everyday he goes home to abuse
Looks deceive, while there's so much more to every-one than meets the eye
Young girl buying some Red Bulls
But what no-one can see are the immoral acts that go on at her place
Dad rapes his daughter as on her hair he pulls
What happens is a disgrace
Looks deceive, while there's so much more
Shy looking lady buying some meat
But what no-one can see is how her husband makes her sore
He pushes her into the seat
As he continues to beat her up
In her face, smashing a glass cup
It will later prove to be a fatal act
As her face is no longer intact
People happily shopping in the mall...
Or so you thought
But, for many, help is their call
To hide their emotions is what they've been taught
Looks deceive, while there's so much more
Of that I'm sure
poem by Amy Parkinson
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That's When You Know
for everyone
the story goes
there's a special someone
to make them whole
someone to give their heart completely
and you may search
high and low
and when you find your angel
and when you know
then you finally get that feeling
it'll be as clear as the air you're breathing
that's when the world feels small beneath your feet
its when the stars above are only just out of reach
when you feel you're alive for the very first time
and there's nothing that you can rise above
that's when you know that you're in love
who can tell the time and place
when you see your soul reflected in their face
it'll be a spell you're under
and it'll hit you just like thunder
that's when the world feels small beneath your feet
it's when the stars above are only just out of reach
when you feel you're alive for the very first time
and when you hold them in your arms and cant let go
that's when you know
for all of my life
I have been searching
for something I couldn't find
but now that I know that you are the one
I understand
I read the signs
cos now the world feels small beneath my feet
and all the stars above are only just out of reach
when you feel you're alive for the very first time
and there's nothing that you can rise above
that's when you know that your in love
song performed by by Gareth Gates from What My Heart Wants To Say
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Visible Deterrent.
.
Patrolling city streets by night.
On foot as policemen used to do
To check that everything’s alright
Gives you a very different view.
To the busy daytime streets, where
Throngs of people go to and fro.
Along the shopping thoroughfare
Or anywhere they want to go.
Some people see you as a threat
And others as a guardian.
As you patrol about your beat.
A uniformed policeman.
A sight you rarely see today.
I must admit to my dismay.
Sunday,25 September 2011
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Shopping
Were buying and selling your history
How we go about it is no mystery
We check it with the city, then change the law
Are you looking forward?
Now you want some more
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Its easy when you got all the information
Inside help, no investigation
(no investigation, investigation)
No questions in the house, no give and take
Theres a big bang in the city
Were all on the make
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Our gain is your loss, thats the price you pay
I heard it in the house of commons: everythings for sale
Were shopping
Were shopping
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
(were shopping
Were shopping
Were shopping
Were shopping
Were shopping)
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Hold Hands
lovers have forgotten
how to hold hands...
and children have forgotten
the wonder of being outside.
workers have forgotten
how it feels to be appreciated.
old people have forgotten
how it feels to be needed.
everyday people have forgotten
how it feels to grow their own food.
students have forgotten
the joy of learning...
the American people have forgotten
how it feels to believe...
in equality, dignity, and hope...
how it feels to hold hands!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Mother knows
The odour of an apple pie.
Fresh baked and set aside to cool.
Would tempt a stronger soul than I
to discard sense and play the fool.
Beneath that crisp and golden crust
there lie stewed apples rich and sweet.
Arousing a small boy’s greedy lust.
My mother is nobody’s fool
she knew just what I hand in mind
and well before I broke the rule,
She took a switch to my behind.
It was my turn I had to learn
though mother’s kind she can be stern.
4-Sep-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Fresno
I could almost
live here.
It’s like a real city.
People think it’s
big,
but it still seems
small to me.
I live in L.A.
Someday it will
be like this
everywhere,
with Rite Aid
Drug Stores,
Home Depot
Home
Improvement
Centers,
AM-PM Minimarts,
Starbuck’s Coffee Shops,
and Kinko’s Copies
in every shopping mall,
in every city,
in every state
and municipality
in every country
on every continent
in the world.
And there will be
no more
unhappiness.
poem by Theresa Haffner
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Goodbye Mr. Ed
The ghost of manhattoes
Shrieking as they fall
From at&t
Someone sees it all
Goodbye mr. ed
Andys skull enshrined
In a shopping mall near queens
Someone sees it all
Icarus takes his pratfall
Bruegel on his head
Goodbye mr. ed
Four and twenty black kids
Some of them are blind
Someone sees it all
Tolerance of violence
By the fellows with no heads
Goodbye mr. ed
Some things are so big
They make no sense
Histories so small
People are so dense
Someone sees it al
Goodbye mr. ed
Some things are so big
They make no sense
Histories so small
People are so dense
Someone sees it al
Goodbye mr. ed
Never mind the pistols
They laid the golem eggs
Others came to hatch them
Outside the pale
Someone sees it all
Goodbye mr. ed
song performed by by David Bowie
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I can.
Inverted hexaduadad.
I can
choose to be a man.
Stand tall upon my own two feet
Or to retreat.
The choice is up to me.
Though not quite free
I can’t refuse
I am compelled to choose.
What shall I do.
I will not change my view
I will be the best man
I can.
Saturday,10 July 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Solitude and the Teacup
Silhouettes
Two men
walk through the desert
forming silhouettes
against the orange sunset.
Solitude
A solitary figure
stands on an island
staring at the number
one.
Soul
Light shines upon a body
and casts the darkness of its soul
onto the ground.
Storm clouds approach
removing the evidence of sin.
Step
beyond the constraints of nonconformity
into recesses of impossibility
lies the incongruence of melancholy.
Stone Shadow
A stone shadow
fixated
upon the light
from the eclipse.
Suicide
A lost soul
dangles from a bit of rope
in an empty cell.
Supper
Every night
the family gathers
around the table
and says grace
over the cloud.
The Shoe
A shoe
goes to the mall
shopping
for a pair of humans.
The Shoes
A pair of shoes
go to the mall
shopping for a person.
Tea Cup
An empty tea cup
sits on my floor
and waits.
poem by Zachary Zuccaro
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Lily Palmer
She doesn't ask much of life poor Lily Palmer
Just a small cabin by the Gippsland sea
Where she might sleep and from the weather shelter
'Your dreams are small when you're in poverty'.
Her life's belongings in a shopping trolley
She push it up through Bourke Street Mall each day
A tattered figure amongst the wealthy shoppers
She show her years in wrinkles and in gray.
Some look at her with looks of human pity
Whilst some with looks of scorn ask who is she?
But she has learnt to cope with disapproval
Nor does she welcome looks of sympathy.
The Salvation Army give her food and clothing
Without their help by now she may be dead
And she sleep on hard bench at Spencer Street Station
I do not envy Lily her cold bed.
She's sixty six too old for the rough lifestyle
And far too old for sleeping in the damp and cold
Life's never easy for the poor and needy
And so much harder for the poor and old.
It has been said she has a son and daughter
And that she has not laid eyes on them for years
She raised them on her own when times were better
But for her past she doesn't shed any tears.
Faces of wealth and affluence all around me
And amongst them the face of poverty I see
Through Bourke street Mall poor Lily slowly shuffles
Indifferent to both scorn and sympathy.
Still she has her dream and her dream seem quite modest
A small cabin in Gippsland somewhere by the sea
Where she might sleep and shelter from the weather
Your dreams are small when you're in poverty.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Small Town
Well I was born in a small town
And I live in a small town
Probly die in a small town
Oh, those small communities
All my friends are so small town
My parents live in the same small town
My job is so small town
Provides little opportunity
Educated in a small town
Taught the fear of jesus in a small town
Used to daydream in that small town
Another boring romantic thats me
But Ive seen it all in a small town
Had myself a ball in a small town
Married an l.a. doll and brought her to this small town
Now shes small town just like me
No I cannot forget where it is that I come from
I cannot forget the people who love me
Yeah, I can be myself here in this small town
And people let me be just what I want to be
Got nothing against a big town
Still hayseed enough to say
Look whos in the big town
But my bed is in a small town
Oh, and thats good enough for me
Well I was born in a small town
And I can breathe in a small town
Gonna die in this small town
And thats probly where theyll bury me
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Temporary Purity
The once white snow is dirty grey.
Churned into slush by passing feet,
pedestrians pass to and fro.
Along this busy shopping street
At 5am it had been white.
Before the world was wide awake
Fresh snow had fallen through the night
like frosting on a birthday cake.
I could not sleep and watched it fall.
My windows overlook the street
Well before anyone at all
had left the marks of booted feet
But life goes on despite the snow,
as all the blurry footprints show.
Monday,09 November 2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Open to Review. For C.P.Sharma
Although they all believed they knew.
The truth was known to very few
and mostly those who held the view.
A single life time would not do.
For each immortal soul to learn
the lessons needed each in turn.
Which would enable it to earn
the merit needed to return.
From whence it came; the final goal.
To combine with the oversoul
and free from any earthly role.
Just one small part of a perfect whole.
Though I believe that this is true.
It’s only my considered view.
One which is open to review.
Because I know no more than you.
Although different creeds still argue.
Their way and only theirs is true
I think they take a narrow view.
Exactly as they’re taught to do.
The different creeds meet different needs
and on the whole most do succeed.
We ought to judge them by their deeds
and not the tenets of their creed.
Saturday,14 November 200
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Who trains Who? for friend Bob
My human thinks he’s training me.
A fault that’s common to the breed
Though he is learning gradually
So I pretend to let him lead.
It is great fun to see him try
to understand each new command
Although sometimes I wonder why
he is so slow to understand.
I haven’t had him very long
I must remember he’s a man
To try and rush him would be wrong.
I ‘m sure he does the best he can.
I take him for a walk each day
make sure he gets his exercise
I need to teach him not to stray.
He doesn’t seem to realise.
That I’m in charge he’s rather slow
but then of course he’s just a man
You can’t expect a man to know
as much as any canine can.
26/04/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Pecadillo fo Friend Thad
My Guardian Angel is a prude
she has a pious attitude.
I have a little devil too
who tries to persuade me to do.
The naughty things which are more fun.
But when all is said and done
it’s up to me I have free will.
And in the end I’ll foot the bill.
If I should choose to go astray
I know there’ll be a price to pay.
But some sins are well worth the price
a small foretaste of paradise.
You know what I’m referring to.
I am quite certain that you do.
28-Apr-08
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5. Leg-less
My wobbly legs don’t take me far
They buckle with the strain
I end up kneeling on the ground
And I can’t get up again
A little frail old lady
Tries to help me to my feet
Someone from a nearby shop
Rushes forward with a seat
Between the well intended
I’m sat there in the mall
They collect up all my shopping
That scattered in the fall
From the shoe shop some-ones coming
With a cup of hot sweet tea
Drink it up its good for shock
They seem more shocked than me
So I thank them for their bother
As I stand they seem amazed
With my shopping and my walking stick
Stagger homeward slightly dazed
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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