Best Bazaars Poems

12 BARS

Twelve  brazen bars, one frozen lock!
Confined, sublime, an ancient Roc
endures inside a barren cage,
her catacomb in sundown sage.

Of former days there is no trace
except displays of fallen grace –
Twelve dreams, abiding in her place,
are free, inhabit yawning space:

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Six steeple towers, cold as steel, drab daggers in the sky!	
Their hallowed halls no longer call when breezes wander by –
for, filled with dread to wake the dead, they've ceased to sough or sigh.

Coiled candle sticks! Their twisted wicks no longer 'lume the cracks
with dying...

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A Cup Of Tea

A cup of tea is a gift unique
In every cup it stands supreme
In restaurants, hotels, bazaars and homes
It’s a great dose for relaxing bones
Historical demand from ancient times
Light and strong always served by host
A cup of tea makes people close
In a friendship...

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To live a talented retiremant,
i dreamed of a normal retirement,
Meeting classmates again coincidently
Getting together for a cup of tea or coffee,,
To be with the church,
When I retired that all began,
A storytale retirement,
I did participate and did things,
 I have never done before,
I wrote two books,...

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Westernmost in its regional placement and traditional identity,
rare but indigenous is its Arabian flavour,
and a significant bridge of peace 
between its brothers and their common enemy.
Displays an open tradition, appreciative of diabolism
as witches are integral part of its cultural settlements.

Typical of its nucleus is a...

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Ill-fated crowds neath unchained clouds: the Silent City braved
against a sudden flashing flood, unleashing lashing waves,
which stripped its stony structures, blown with neutron bursts that laved.

Its barren streets, although effete, resound of yesterday
with chit-chat words no longer heard (though having much to say)
since teeming life...

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Journey starts
Kunming portraits;
Highway song


Here old and new
Merge yet apart;
Vignettes juxtapose


China welcomes
Both ancient and modern;
Sign of the times


Tour group confronts
Unfamiliar grounds;
Rough edges grind


Quaint ways of old
Ancient tales displaced;
Modern day norms intervene


Spectacular vistas
Natural wonders;
Man seems insignificant


Flood tide drowns
Flushing away;
False assumptions destroyed


Gust of wind
Reveals new passages;
Knowing does not...

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THE  SIX DAYS  WAR
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The sweet smell of orange blossom
wafted along the sandy paths
hovered over the concrete sidewalks
and entered the open windows
shaded with green blinds

Pure sunlight seemed to engulf us
students of biblical studies.
the heat haze played gently from the...

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Voyager 1’s “The Sounds Of Earth”

Eleven billion miles from the sun
a record, golden when it left these parts,
a runaway hit on Voyager One,
at Ophiuchus, sure to top the charts,
will introduce Mozart to other stars,
not to mention Berry’s “Johnny B. Goode”.
The knock-offs sold in alien bazaars
will...

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I Have Seen The Stars Fallen

  The pageants veiled, and gnawed at gladness,
  As prism from far inter-stellar space;
  And they eclipse and the luminosity fa’e over the
  phase,
  And the pursuit of phantasy had sold out to gravitation;

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Are your eyes the green of a shamrock's leaf,
or your nose the tide that comes and runs? 
Is your skin the plains of pearls and perplexities,
your hair the curtain to a rainforest peace?

Could be your ears the caverns where rarities dwell,
and your shoulders belfries that...

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Royal days and knights,
Experiences ever so bright.

A building so divine,
Built to last through time.

The exquisite environment,
Surrounds the palace.

Tall trees and pines,
A walk makes you feel fine.

Performers and actors guest,
Some of the very best.

Bazaars and fairs,
Treasures and tables seen in the fresh air.

Delicious foods and teas,
Good...

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One day I will go to Cordoba
Walk along the old cobbled streets
And hear the echoes
From many centuries ago
When the Muslims ruled Iberia
I will see the colourful flowing robes
Or white against the dazzling sun 
Endless gardens of symmetry
 Exotic flowers, fountains, cascading waterfalls
Cordoba enters my soul
The...

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Chilly breeze
Punctuates our stroll;
Morning conversations

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Hand in hand
Here we go;
Chinatown bazaars

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Flavours and mix
Savoury delicacies;
Soft ice cream trip

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Haiku moments
Bamboo trees arch;
Aqua moon floats

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Sad notes
Lover's letter;
August goodbye

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No need to fuss
No more worries;
Dead and gone

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Write words
Cite speech;
Words on water

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Listen well
The wind tells;
A coldness swells

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Morning news
More people dead;
China saga

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Dementia slays
Loss...

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REVELRY

Our settlements these days identify
With blooming darkness
Velvety petals have turned
Into prickly thorns
Patches of blood adore pathways
As on a canvas, random brushes
Of seasoned painters do
Invisibility has helped cover
Umbilical cord that nourishes
Flourishing bazaars
Which, by the way, claim
To be self-styled pillar
Of our vibrant democracy
‘Whether you do, don’t or...

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