Best Bazaar Poems

Holiday season
Shopping spree;
Downtown bazaar

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Easy atmosphere
All sorts of stuff;
Bargains galore

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Table stalls cluster
Mini display items;
Souvenir trinkets

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Crowded commotion
Zesty curiosity;
Sellers and buyers

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Tucked in a corner
Custom-made brooches;
Artistic flair revealed

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Flea market bazaar
Noisy excavations;
Happy discoveries

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Vendors preside
Over special goods;
Come buy, come buy

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Business pulse shows
Some transacting briskly;
Others just waiting

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Weekend bazaar
Cash and carry ventures;
Curious smiles...

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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...

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Achmed made a marvellous find 
as he walked inside the Bazaar, 
all kinds of mysterious treasures
deposited from near and far: 

A Heart of purest Gold
nestled inside a wooden chest, 
some cobwebs clung to the side
yet it still shone its very best.
did he sense a slight...

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Bazaar,
Storing all a"s,the bazaar,
Of the three one is profit,
Bazaar like the heart of the township,
Supplying noise commodities to the ear consumers free,
A place buying richness and selling poorness,
Most of the sellers only with minds but hearts,
Money is like blood running all over the Shop nerves,
Some...

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Bossy fatty cat
is walking On the roof
Holding robbed chunky piece of meat

The snoopy fatty cat
like  greedy Politician
In our political bazaar...

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great leaders sup in style
tete a tete, haute cuisine
attentive servants grovel
perfectly pleased to preen
as common soldiers while away
the quick moments of their lives
until the final stanza
battle screams, widowed wives
bullet sandwich breakfast
shrapnel pie for brunch
body bags for supper
**** and mud for lunch
something on the radio
the leader's...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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