Auctioneer Poems - Poems about Auctioneer

... I hear the echo, sharp and clear, The auctioneer draws bidders near. “One... two...” — my heartbeat skips a beat, My dreams laid bare beneath their feet. The years I toiled, the nights I lost......

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... I had financially fallen on very difficult times, and had to sell many of my valued treasures, including twenty rolls of uncirculated dimes. To get the best bids, I'd taken great measures. Mo......

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... He came in dressed in black and an ominous silence fell over the bidders But there was no turning back They had entered a vey dark realm Then the bidding started The bids got higher an......

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...The auction began and I could feel my pulse patter, If I don't get this house, my heart it may shatter. I got my ducks in a row, when I saw the sale poster, It's been a ride to get here, a real ......

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...Come one, come all, to the grand affair! The emperor sells his finest robes bare! After a child called out: "He has no clothes" What would the crowd bid for those? The emperor beamed, modelling......

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...The public is invited to The auction house before The art is bid on, sold and then Is carried out the door. Since I live close, I love to go To check out the display And wonder ‘bout the patr......

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... I hadn’t seen her for ages, But I’d know her anywhere, With that finely chiseled profile And that mass of golden hair. We’d had a rollercoaster romance. I remembered the thrill of it all, A......

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...CATULLUS TRANSLATIONS Catullus LXXXV: 'Odi et Amo' loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch 1. I hate. I love. You ask, 'Why not refrain?' I wish I could explain. I can't, ......

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...In my neighborhood, there is A well-known auction space Where items are displayed before The auction will take place. It’s open to the public, so Today we went to see Some very famous songs c......

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...Beneath billowing sack cloth tent An auctioneer jibber-jabbers his words. Below his red mahogany dais Sit Fifty Amish American women and girls. Black-bonnet-ed, bidder-number in hand, they chi......

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...My ebbing physical prowess and strength noticeably decreases in one direction. I take lock, stock and barrel to revisit good ole days of yore quite conscious undeclared state of war prevail......

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...When fate pulls at my haiku of heartstrings, I curse the syllables of my poetic musings. If I do not express my sorrows, how will petals blossom in my garden? Upon the midst of bewilde......

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...Here lies my auctioneer friend, Ron One final ‘going, going gone!’ His gavel's laid at rest as well We bid him now a fond farewell. 14/09/18......

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... Blue sighs, purple heart beating pain Scarlet letters written on rice paper grain Black clouds portend colonial violent reign Silver pocket lining — Ivory Coast watch has a gold ch......

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...The Stradivarius (A rare violin) The Stradivarius lay still, waiting for a master's skill The silent bow with deep yearnings, for a master's touch upon its strings. Across the case a price w......

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