Bazaar Poems - Poems about Bazaar

The sightless amass daily at dawn; a pilgrimage Arms outstretched clutching away; the sightless. A winding trunk grazing away to appease the pangs of hunger; the calloused skin of a leg, a cauliflower shaped ear, a skinny tail swaying restlessly We know not what this is they echo in chorus; mouths voicelessly ajar at the...

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In the bazaar Works and willful stacks of gold. I grant thee one reticent Knod, just for show. There is no real fauna In our new world.order, We whet our fangs And fight for the final time. In glaciers cool but melting, I greet the gods of Greenland mourning. In glaciers hot and freezing We leave the demons plotting. ...

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In the dim-lit alley of the soul's bazaar, Were jazz and jive spill from ajar, We tap our feet, snap fingers, under stars, And speak in verses, raw and without pause. The city breathes, a living, pulsing beat, Its heart a drum, its voice a saxophone, We weave through streets, our words a rhythmic feat, In its sync with life yet distinctly...

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I could not relate to the carols; about jolly, happy snowmen, when I sculpted in the sand. I could not relate to the carols; about riding sleds through the snow, when I was riding my bike, in the sun. I could not relate to the carols; about sitting by a crackling open fire, when I was sitting by an air-conditioner. I could not relate...

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it all seemed bazaar to me; that Santa wore a thick fur lined coat, but our sun gave off a blistering heat. xmas characters wore overcoats, beanies and gloves, but I was wearing shorts, T-shirt and thongs. ice and thick snow covered the festive ground, but I looked upon a dry ground covered in dust. sky`s were cloudy, grey with no shining...

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The sky appears to be the only ceiling, As this bazaar stalls fair weather in exchange. And while sales are all important, a lot of Begging & bartering seems popular to interchange. Admittedly, my fascination is endless, as ...

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A lively church bazaar is on the avenue today, In the house of the Lord, happy children play, So much is going on, there is so much to see, Like many hues flowing, in the house of memory. Hot lunches and baked goods are here for sale, Like myriad summer days, vivid blossoms prevail, Old and young enjoy the raffles and...

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Vendors ply their trade in open air without an air or grace, the velvet chocolate slabs so neatly laid, suitable for vegans but a salve to pointless guilt the label said, my texting fingers drip with honeyed scruple, Like dates? give us this day our daily bread is how we earn our corn, a corny line no less, pumpkin seed in barrels...

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World of colours twinkling like stars, I really wonder, how mesmerising could be Bazaar. When one is low, When one is free, When one wants to have some fun, Going to bazaar would be awesome. Wow! See that shop. Don’t you feel, we should stop! Tinkling chimes, Hanging in line. I want to stop here for a while. Those sequinned cushions, All in white. Could there be...

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Bazaar The nights’ chest opens up - strings of illusions rattle in palms the knowing buyers haggle for a dream while the fascinated women try on toles of princesses or odalisques. In the shell of hope genuine perls are priceless. Silk labyrinth of amber and incense, amulets of shamans hidden in death, a mirage in golden cases, the drug of success paths and passions unknown potions scaffold question. Merchants with epheb faces skillfully...

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Seaming in a sewing room, earning his copper coins in twos. With patterns, tools, & spools, fast pace so hard to do. Rusty fans that are always frozen, feed dog staying broken with a boss who's constantly smoking fine Cuban cigars. Just another day at Sweat Shop Bazaar....

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*Chor Bazaar* Hidden in the forgotten alleys of burgeoning cities the market is a guilty row of stalls on half a street where lights are dim, voices are hushed and things are cheap It had to hide somewhere, away from law and affluent glare for it sells used, pick pocketed and stolen ware The irony is that there is never a...

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Barry was a simple man Who had a simple plan He would be the greatest collector there has ever been Of all outstanding Barcodes anyone would have seen So he collected them from sun-up to sun-down He was seen sniping these line patterns around the town And his walls and ceilings were all covered There was no Barcode that was undiscovered But alas...

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Rest for the weary From cash and carry Not now dreary From odd worry Fond taste speaks well As sales splurge dwells On choice that spells Just what stuff tells Sound motifs bind Such vivid finds In touch that binds A willing mind Feed find fancy With sales crazy In choice dizzy Dressed as happy By bazaar street Pure fancy meets Stuff that now greets Your curious feet Leon Enriquez 14 October 2017 Singapore...

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BAZAAR Can you call it a bazaar Where only one vendor Her face strained 'Looks' pale, apprehensive As if caught in a snakes' chamber Yet searching for a potential customer Desperate to sell products unheard of Of human species, bizarre more bizarre The seller in her early thirties Skinny as an empty nylon bag Frail as a TB patient Seemingly double her age and malnourished Sat at the...

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