Margarine Days
lost in those margarine days returning
Those big white sliced days
The bleached overalls of my learning
The ink smudge and the after school grudge
And the hungry plates of them and us
The H.P and the annual debt
The shopping queues
And the washing line heavy with all you could not get
In the january sales
The broken doors forced entry in to consumer paradise
For one day only!
Then the bleak dark mornings rising to loneliness
bills and loan sharks at the door
Dole and discontent
Strike and three day weeks
Flares and flares
Bad fashion and eating in
Mash and cuppa soup
Lights out early
Waxy candles melting into night
Again the tide is turning
The grey consumer shuffles in his council block
Keeping his dreams of 'kiss me quick'
Hidden in is old shoe box
And under his bed when he's found dead
A half eaten stick of brighten rock!
poem by Yvette Smith
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Days
Miserable grey, damp wet Days
Days shorter and winters Long
Long bleak dark Evenings
Evenings as black as pitch.
Bright frosty cold Mornings
Mornings glistening in the Sun
Sun shines cold as the Day
Day soon will become night.
Snow crisp and White
White flurries fall from the Sky
Sky as white as the Day
Day fades into a crisp evening.
Days engulfed with Floods
Floods devastating your Home
Home unfit to live In
In shelter we seek comfort.
poem by Hazel Connelly
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Xerox did OK in moving to digital in the commercial space. They didn't do well in the consumer market, but they're not a consumer brand. They don't even know how to spell consumer.
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It's in our best interest to put some of the old rules aside and create new ones and follow the consumer - what the consumer wants and where the consumer wants to go.
quote by Robert Iger
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So This Is It?
So this is it
This is the dark poem that passes for
A suicide note
This is it
The forbidden wishes of long vanquished woes
Rising to the surface
The shady bedsit affair
With an old fold down divan
The lonely poker face
The maurading consumer
Of daily miseries
So this is it
The dark coated obsessiv e
With the nicotine rings on the finger
The shades of muffled diassapointments
The lonely walker in a sunny afternoon haze
So this is it
The daze upon days upon daze
The transcript of a one man show
A spectacle of rock n roll
And soul to soul
Curtain dark discontents
Radio voices
Roll calls
Of who's who
Of famous dead
singers and poets and writers and composers and
did you here about the old lady at number 42?
Her remains were found one hot summer
Her cat had gone unfed for days
No one knew her name
When she had died
so is that it?
THE END
yvette smith
poem by Yvette Smith
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The Tide Is Turning
I used to think the world was flat
Rarely threw my hat into the crowd
I felt I had used up my quota of yearning
Used to look in on the children at night
In the glow of their donald duck light
And I frighten myself with the thought of my little ones burning
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
Satellites buzzing through the endless night
Exclusive to moonshots and world title fights
Jesus christ, imagine what it must be earning
Who is the strongest
Who is the best
Who holds the aces
The east
Or the west
This is the crap our children are learning
And oh, oh, the tide is turning
Oh, oh, the tide is turning
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
Now the satellites confused
cos on saturday night
The airwaves were full of compassion and light
And his silicon heart warmed
To the sight of a billion candles burning
But, Im not saying that the battle is won
But on saturday night all those kids in the sun
Wrested technologys sword from the hand of the war lords
Oh, the tide is turning
Oh, the tide is turning
Oh, the tide is turning
Oh, the tide is turning
(repeated)
song performed by by Cyndi Lauper
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Candles
The days of the future stand in front of us
Like a line of candles all alight----
Golden and warm and lively little candles.
The days that are past are left behind,
A mournful row of candles that are out;
The nearer ones are still smoking,
Candles cold, and melted, candles bent.,
I don’t want to see them; their shapes hurt me,
It hurts me to remember the light of them at first.
I look before me at my lighted candles,
I don’t want to turn around and see with horror
How quickly the dark line is lengthening,
How quickly the candles multiply that have been put out.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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The School Days are near!
Same shrieking morning alarms,
Same morning fear!
The school days are near, The school days are near!
Sleeping in the bathroom,
From out, Mom shouts, '' DO YOU EVEN HEAR? ''
The school days are near, The school days are near!
So drowsy I am,
Confused, don't know what to wear!
The school days are near, The school days are near!
And entered into the school,
Murmuring silently, '' Oh dear! Oh dear! ''
The school days are near, the school days are near!
And if the first period is Maths,
Not again those equations linear! !
The school days are near, the school days are near!
A look at the load of books,
From the corner of my eye drops a tear!
The school days are near, the school days are near!
Gosh! When will vacations come?
We'll have to wait an year!
The school days are near, the school days are near!
Hoping when we go,
We'll find joy, sheer!
The school days are near, The school days are near! ! : D
poem by HudaM DeGratePoet
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Debt and Effect
Do you like to do what you like,
Have dream to live luxurious life,
Buy a car, house or household,
Have planning to tour the world
Or want to own valuables, then flaunt,
Taking mate shopping or restaurant,
Short of money? Loan makes it easy.
Credit card can make you more crazy.
Though this truth is well accepted
Most of rich men are highly indebted.
But when you will realise its effect
Immediately say good bye to debt.
Pay heavy interest on the principals,
Receive agent’s debt collection calls.
In debt your mental peace is lost,
Miss planning and opportunity cost.
Your mind always loaded with tension
How to clear loan? Asking the question
Go for another loan or curtails expense
How fast repay and get out of the mess
Major earning is lost in paying interest
I feel, remaining debt free is the best.
(c) S.D.Tiwari
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poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Art-I-Ficial
I know I'm artificial
But don't put the blame on me
I was reared with appliances
In a consumer society
When I put on my make-up
The pretty little mask not me
That's the way a girl should be
In a consumer society
My existence is illusive
The kind that is supported
By mechanical resources
By existence is illusive
The kind that is supported
By mechanical resources
I wanna be instamatic
I wanna be a frozen pea
I wanna be dehydrated
In a consumer society
In a consumer society
In a consumer society
song performed by by X-Ray Spex
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Consumed (Stream III)
The consumer consumed
Like a snake eating its tail.
The worm in the bud,
The rotten apple,
Rotten to the core,
No core.
A corpse eaten inside out.
Outside the circle,
Circling in for the kill,
Killing time
Time to kill.
We slowly die
Outside in,
In need,
We are addicted.
Waiting for our next fix,
Try to fix it
Mr Fix It.
We're in a fix.
With fixed gaze
We watch the ads.
The ads add,
Add to our wants.
Feed our addictions
With sugar and technology.
A hunger we cannot satisfy
Dissatisfied we die inside.
We are subsumed,
The consumer consumed.
P H Brookes Copyright 2012
poem by Paul Brookes
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Lambsbread
Ah who seh, sensimilla
Ah who seh, lambsbread I till ya
Ah who seh, sensimilla
The wicked man, the wicked man deh'pon the street
A whole heap of wind-ups deh'pon the street
Thiefing, looting, lying, me seh dep'pon the street
A hustling, a hustling deh'pon the street
Me seh a flat-foot hustling deh'pon the street
The drug squad seh them dep'pon the street.
B-line, mash it, me seh mash it, me seh
B-line, rock it, me seh shock it, me seh
B-line, rub it, me seh dub it, me seh
B-line, under heavy manners, me seh
B-line, rock it, me seh shock it, me seh
B-line, mash it, me seh crash it, me seh
B-line.
song performed by by Ub40
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The White City
I'm in the white city.
A dense fog
Disintegrates all my hopes.
There are people dreaming
Of nonexistent worlds,
There are disoriented people
Walking on the terminal's sidewalk.
There are lights turning on and off so erratically
In this white city.
There are hidden screams in the night
Covered by the heavy rain sounds,
That rain falling continuously
And monotonously.
In this white city,
The victims
Don't understand that they are victims yet.
There are flowers,
There are fast food kiosks,
There are botanical gardens,
With beautiful exotic trees,
And there are horror movies in the theaters.
As shadows emerging from the fog
Are the lost steps.
There are steps searching each other,
And there are steps that are separated forever.
The rain's sounds
Vibrate the eye of the windows,
Vibrate the burial stones,
Vibrate the dreams,
Those dreams
About better days.
Apparently,
Someone screams
In the white mist of the night.
Maybe he's the victim of an aggression,
Or maybe he's someone, who has lost his love.
Maybe it's just an echo...
I'm in the white city
And I'm searching for you in the darkness...
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Unblinkered
Somehow I lost myself
My spirit oozed away,
Trickled into illusion,
Greed its many faceted eyes
Had enthralled me....enslaved.
It greedily soaked me up.
Weighted me to the world
Chained by things, by want,
To slowly drown, ... eaten
The consumer, consumed.
Then you came, dancing,
Your fey spirit freed me.
You sliced the chains
With the sword of your love
Taught me to give,
Take only what Is needful,
My soul reclaimed.
poem by Paul Brookes
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Cancel Christmas! !
Cancel Christmas, full of fraud,
Consumer madness (praise the Lord?)
Forget about the little Child,
'Little Jesus, meek and mild',
Just as long as you spend like mad
And get much more than you ever had -
What are those carols people sing,
Must they bring God into everything?
And all this talk of love and compassion,
Don't they know religion's out of fashion?
I want to enjoy my Christmas roast,
Not hear about Christ and the Holy Ghost!
The Bible's full of fairy tales,
Forget it all at the January Sales! !
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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30 Days Out
We fell in love and I made you the world
I spent all my time tryin to satisfy you, girl
Just one thing that I cant figure out [? ]
Closer I get, farther baby I am out [? ]
30 days, 30 days out
Well Im six days runnin but Im 30 days out
30 days, 30 days out
With every kiss you leave a little shadow of doubt
The roof was leakin honey where we live
And Im wonderin whats that something that you wont give
I started loving you but I gotta stop
You got me mostly waitin for that other shoe to drop
30 days, 30 days out
You keep me six days runnin but Im 30 days out
30 days, 30 days out
With every kiss you leave a little shadow of doubt
Tried to talk about whats goin on
You just smile and tell me baby there aint nothin wrong
In your smile theres a sign in red
It said thousand miles of hard road dead ahead
30 days, 30 days out
Yeah Im six days runnin but Im 30 days out
30 days, 30 days out
With every kiss you leave a little shadow of doubt
30 days, 30 days out
Well Im six days runnin but Im 30 days out
30 days, 30 days out
With every kiss you leave a little shadow of doubt
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Disco deserved a better name, a beautiful name because it was a beautiful art form. It made the consumer beautiful. The consumer was the star.
quote by Barry White
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All In A Days Work
Written by dennis deyoung, glen burtnik
Lead vocals by glen burtnik
She wakes up from a dream, checks the mirror for reality
She says come on girl, its all in a days work
Gets herself dressed just in time, disappears on the 8:05
Oh the whistle blows and its all in a days work
til she calls it a day
Oh she smiles as he glances up from the swimsuit issue
Oh she sighs as he walks away into the downtown day
Day after day night after night
Loneliness creeps in her window
She locks the door, turns off the light
Rehearsing a kiss on her pillow, she cries
Its all in a days work
Turning pages while the memories pass
Familiar faces from her senior class
How the years go by when its all in a days work
Dearest ruby, hope you reach your star
Dont ever change, stay as sweet as you are
And when a teardrop falls she calls it a days work
She calls it a day
Oh she waits by the telephone for the call he promised
Oh its late
She puts her heart away for another day
Day after day night after night
Loneliness creeps in her window
She locks the door, turns off the light
Rehearsing a kiss on her pillow, she cries
All in a days work
song performed by by Styx
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Well, the common enemy in North America is the Western consumer. The consumer has driven oil up to $50 a barrel so we have to have these wars. I think it's incumbent upon us to.
quote by Dan Aykroyd
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A Birthday Poem
lone traveller
from kuala lumpur to tokyo to china
cold places, strange people warm and cold
so many unknowns that became knowns
that resulted in an occasional shopping tete-a-tete
and at those fortunate birthday celebrations
thrown by foreign friends
met at school, work place
we uttered words usually made between
friends of mere days
a coldness in between
as we sung and tried to break the ice
between the candles
lighted and blown
and they were usually in the nights
when lonely hearts sought out avenues
to brighten things up
for themselves and their newly acquired friend
and also workplace friends
who try to punctuate the life of a foreign soul
with things famliar, to light up the candles of his life journey
inspired by:
A Birthday Poem
Just past dawn, the sun stands
with its heavy red head
in a black stanchion of trees,
waiting for someone to come
with his bucket
for the foamy white light,
and then a long day in the pasture.
I too spend my days grazing,
feasting on every green moment
till darkness calls,
and with the others
I walk away into the night,
swinging the little tin bell
of my name.
Ted Kooser
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Can advertising foist an inferior product on the consumer? Bitter experience has taught me that it cannot. On those rare occasions when I have advertised products which consumer tests have found inferior to other products in the same field, the results have been disastrous.
quote by David Ogilvy
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