The Most Normal Thing That Happens In The Mall
an ocean of people
inside the mall
many people are talking
within themselves
no one listens
to each his own minding
the most normal thing
that happens
here in the mall
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Know People
I know people who help you through the night.
And I know people who
fight that very good fight.
And, I know people who're goin for the gold.
And, I know people got them aces so you better fold.
I know people who are quick to light your cigarette.
And, I know people who say 'Buddy, ya ain't seen nothin yet.'
I know people who're workin harder every day.
And I know people who got kids come out to play.
I know people, you know people, said, I'm not so different from you.
Won't you be one of my people who
Who do too.. Won't you be one of my people who.
I know people who
are cruisin up and down the track, and
I know people who
won't be comin back.
I know people ridin too high at the wheel.
And, I know people, there to cut you that dirty deal.
I know people who'll take you into town. And, I know people who
really get around.
And I know people who're buskin up and down the mall.
And, I know people who're gonna take a fall.
I know people, you know people, see, I'm not so different from you?
Won't you be one of my people too. Said, won't you be one of my people who, who do too.
poem by Buddy Bee Anthony
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Who Keep What I Feel Felt Real
As described by those who are now mired,
In dire straits.
I am sure the pain felt is real.
I felt the same way about my own.
And when I healed,
With the understanding how that was done...
Those now with long faces,
Were nowhere to be traced.
Most of them were racing...
From mall to mall.
With shopping as the agenda.
And with those expressed feelings,
From a few to show me I was still someone...
In their hearts and minds.
I realized this...
They are the kinds of people in my life I prioritize.
They are the kinds of people in my life,
Who keep what I feel felt real and me alive inside.
At the top of my list they are.
They are the kind of people I need not think twice,
To shower with my full respect.
The rest?
I wish them all the best.
They are not of my concern.
What has been earned...
Has already been issued, valued and satisfied.
No masquerades, charades or disguises needed.
What has been earned...
Has already been issued, valued and satisfied.
And with that between us known...
Apologies expressed are few and limited.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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
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What Makes You Happy Then?
you feel so normal
(mind you) if you commit a mistake
despite
the best that you have shown
with what you
are
you feel uneasy with
excellence
you feel sorry for the shortness
of others
you are disturbed because at the top
the winds are colder
and you are
alone
you want to be happy
being one of them
the people of the mall
the stranger at the park
the common player on the
leveled field
when you become the sun
and planets revolve around you
what use is that light
and fire that creates all the storms
of hell within you?
they will never know that every hour
you burst
that all that you take
melt
and that
there is not a thing that
you can ever
keep
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ten Thousand Women
I was going out with the boys
The boat was loaded with our fishing toys
My baby steps out, slips her high heels on
She is going to town says I'm coming along
I say, Now honey, honey now please
I've been planning this trip at least for a week
She says, I don't care, now get in the car
With a few choice words she chews on my heart
I say, Now honey, you don't have to be cruel
You the light of my life, you know I love you
So I get in the car and we are on our way
She turns and smiles and says, New Mall opens today!
I thought to myself, Man, I got to get out!
If we get to that Mall there will be no fishing now!
I guess I hesitated, I waited to late
Next thing you know we were at the front gate
All across the parking lot the place was full
Every woman in town had showed up too
I said, Now honey, but she smiles and grins
Grabs me by the hand starts dragging me in
You ever hear ten thousand women in one Mall
You can talk all you want it won't matter at all
No I didn't go fishing still despite it all
I'm still stuck here and lost in this stupid Mall!
Copyright 2005 Bill Simmons
aka [email protected]
poem by Bill Simmons
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To Be Nobody One Lonely Christmas
to sit in silence
in one corner of the mall
inside a flood of
people
no one knows you
and you know no one
you put both arms on
the side of the chair
look around
and sip your coffee
it is only once a year
that you find yourself here
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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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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Serenity
inside the mall
with so many people
you are part
of this senseless
crowd
you turn off
a switch
somewhere
first it becomes
soundless
then you
changed
adjusted the
colors
to black and
white
and then
you sit there
on the table
and watch
everything
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Smithsonian Festival of American Folklife, actually, was an effort to put something on the mall in Washington so American tourists could walk through America, and in their minds everything on the mall would be American.
quote by Bernice Johnson Reagon
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Time's call
It is the time to do
What people want
People's victory
Is times call.
All are equal
In the eye of law.
This world is for all
Man is the final
And supreme mall
Where God dwell.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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I couldn't really relate to the fraternity or party scene, to the people out in the mall every day protesting one thing or another. I felt like there was no one I could relate to.
quote by Charlie Trotter
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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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All Different, But Still The Same
Some people have short hair, some have long.
Some people have thick hair; some people’s hair is all gone.
Some people have black hair, some have gray.
Some people have brown hair, some blonde, some red.
Some people’s hair a color unsaid.
Some people are short, some people are tall.
Some people will love you; some won’t like you at all.
Some people like hot weather, some like cold.
Some people are timid, some people are bold.
Some people have dark skin, some people have light.
Some people have black skin, some people have white.
Some people eat meat; some won’t touch it at all.
Some people have a good memory, some can’t recall.
Some people accept Christ, some never will.
Some people are stingy, some people give.
Some people like school, some people don’t.
Some people will excel, some people won’t.
Some people smoke cigarettes, some never will.
Some people are honest, some people steal.
Some people have book knowledge;
But don’t know the Holy Book.
Some people burn food, some people can cook.
Some people are old, some people are young.
Some people do smart things, some people do dumb.
Some people just have a diploma
Some people have degrees.
Some people do things slow, some with a breeze.
Some people are complainers, some easy to please.
Some people hate shopping, some stay in the mall.
Some people hate God, but God loves us all.
We are all different, but still the same.
When I get cut, I bleed red;
You get cut, red blood you’ll shed.
Some people are plump, some people are thin.
But we are all the same, we’re all human being.
Copyright © 2010-Phyllis Strong
poem by Phyllis Strong
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Awareness
Sitting in Costa Coffee,
Sipping my Earl Grey tea,
I wanted to be alone,
And didn’t want to meet anyone
I have known.
I sat and stared
At people passing by,
Talking animatedly and looking at the ware.
Sitting in the Mall
Does ease my mind,
And I feel free of stuff that makes me feel appalled.
Amused I saw escalators,
Ferrying people to and fro
And felt we have really come far.
I just needed a change,
And wasn’t here to browse.
So I let my gaze
Wander about.
Soon I forgot why I was here,
For sometime I was fully aware.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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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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Chistmas Is Upon Us
Christmas is upon us and the snows are starting to fall
We see Christmas decorations in every shop and mall
Helpers dressed like Santa s ringing their Christmas bells
Helping the families who aren't doing too well.
Decorated Christmas trees in every shop and mall
And choirs on the corners singing of the greatest gift of all.
The birth of our savior on this grand and glorious day
And how we give thanks to him in this special way.
Christmas is upon us and you can feel it in the air
As people greet each other with Good will and good cheer.
This is the time of year that people try to forget
all the bitterness, greed, and hate
And replace it with a lot of love and faith.
Christmas is upon us - just look around
At all the joyous faces that can be found
Smiles on most faces and very few hum bugs
What they are showing is tenderness and love.
Christmas is upon us as we give praise
And thanks to the lord up above
For giving us all- his tenderness and love.
poem by Louis Rams
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I don't have any focus groups on talent and programming. If I need five people in a mall to be paid $40 to tell me how to do my job, I shouldn't do my job.
quote by Roger Ailes
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Burlington Mall
burlington mall
sweet walk bus then we of again other
street go to bus stop and go to burlington mall
so cool there i get some of my clothes on jacket of and work.
what we work on is we hang up hanger for the clothes and wlk around for hailf in hour two work so ya better done then we go back to school.
poem by Mary Hartley
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An Alternate World
Do you believe in alternate worlds,
in other dimensions?
I do
I'm there
I am a ghost
walking around unseen
watching others,
not a part of their world,
they, not a part of mine
I was in their world once.
I think I remember.
Soccer games
going to work
shopping
not thinking about tomorrow.
All surreal now
so surreal.
Transported to a world
of people dressed in white
of machines
and a million needles piercing me
the needles seem to never stop.
Days filled with medicine
and more medicine
Do I take this one now?
God, I forget what I took.
Transported to a world of days without sleep
and days without waking.
A world of pain
A world where you let them
fill you with poisons
then ask them to do it again.
Everything that mattered before,
doesn't.
God, how I long to go to the mall
carefree
like these people walking around me,
to worry about next summer's vacation
as though next summer is assured.
I long to be free
I long to be normal
But there is nothing normal
in the world of cancer.
poem by Shane Linville
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