Best Busker Poems

Woeful 

Rueful 

Joyful 

Hopeful

Though he looked so woeful, rueful, pained
his music was joyful, hopeful, famed.

Composed 05/03/2017.


2, 2, 2, 2, 9, 9....

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Do I dare look at you when I walk these streets?
Chase your shadow as it crawls under my feet?
For I have walked my way through...

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He assembled in darkness the corroded horn
by familiarity and sense of touch.
Then cast as thunder into the empty night
long tones void of musical melody.
Sustained tones,...

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RIDING THE TRAIN

Catchin' the train to the city makes an interesting day
Peak hours all the workers going to earn their pay
Many nationalities all different in...

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Ghastly
Ghostly
Chilly
Tingly
Pale and wan the ghastly, ghostly be
Made a scared and chilly, tingly me.

11.3.17



After reading The Busker by Roy Pett I was inspired to have a...

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Café Watch


Sitting in a café, watching life pass by.
People rushing into shops; important stuff to buy.
Groups of foreign workers, stopping, shaking hands;
Local people bustling by...

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Mark Hurlin Shelton is a Poet from Cape Town South Africa, born in October 1967. He was raised by his grandparents in Three Anchor Bay,...

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People walking head down staring  into their cell phones
In pairs or all alone
Children pushing their children in buggies and prams
Traffic wardens and traffic jams
Zombies...

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In history one can read of an earlier time,
When poetry and lyrics written in rhyme,
Were commonplace.  A travelling band
Of troubadours would wander the land,
Writing...

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were he made a sale on the most expensive car on the lot, his boss being so impressed gave him a raise which 
eventually would...

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The lights stream out the tunnel,
The tube stops at the platform, 
Passengers interchange.

I wonder if the man in the suit,
Ever stopped to think about that...

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On the market square
A new busker was in town
We all stood and looked

Reaching for our coins
We tossed them into his bag
We kept looking back

Such careful...

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(A sonnet for the Bath busker who made me cry)

Beneath the Stall Street Colonnades he sings
Of Vincent and his starry, starry night
The echo of his...

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A Busker's Dream


The Wayward Busker
paints a vision
from world-tattered images
of a bard who gropes his way along the street,
leaving Light-Dark footprints
wherever he travels. 
Who is he,
this...

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now this is not a poem but more of a short story if you are expecting a poem this is not one, but please feel...

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