Best Hawkers Poems

Hyperbole is a sports cast
Announcers have egos so vast
My ears must have rest
From this lambasting pest
Collection of morons amassed


Author's note: Is it getting worse, or...

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Eating Words

On my way to the gym to shape my well nourished body
I travel a whole Universe of madness from leafy suburbs
high walls electric fences...

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(ALLITERATION)
Cows milked: mitigated mooing in the meadows then
Weaving on the warp, some workaholic women

Harvest of hapless halibuts on hooks
Bookish book-worms buried in books

A palomino and...

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Over by the corner the bandstand plays on 
next to the cotton candy wagon and the clown 
Its a circus act full of people and...

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Once glorious, but now rusting buildings, lined every dusty road.
Somehow everywhere clung the smell of cow dung.
My heavy bag, a giant rucksack,
Most of it I...

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A place in the sun...bright and shining from early morn.
Ebony tones everywhere..colorful garments
lend an air of festivity....hustle and bustle everywhere.
Streets...bands of steel meander through the...

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Back in 1962 when I was just a lad
my dad gave me a holiday
the best I ever had.
A holiday of every dream
that one lifetime could...

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Forty two years and I've finally returned
back on the shores of the place I've long yearned.
So what pains of time have corrupted my dream,
where are...

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Let us sit together
And let me dwell in your mist
And I will tell you a story
About city life versus rural life.

Now, the city has been...

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6 a.m

It is time to wake- 
After being bludgeoned by sleep.
A quick brush 
And a quick wash
Off to the bus-stop in a quick rush.

It’s another...

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Palm Sunday

Shopping and hawking, 
purchasing and vending their wares; 
the observant noticed; 
the indifferent paid no mind; 
the powerful perturbed by all the noise
make their...

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A sizzling hot pancake metropolis
   Kingsize of all market places,
   Every mystery is salable 
   The wind and shadows...

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Times Square was once a sleazy place;
You wouldn’t go alone there.
When darkness fell, you held on or
You’d lose all that you owned there.

Today, though, it’s...

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The Perfect life, a wife half his age
Their house grand, with a zip code to match
No hawkers, appointments only

The library full of Shakespeare
Never opened, for...

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Wood Storks rock! They skewer 
the word purer with a white-
on-white the envy of any housewife's 
Monday wash, or laundry delivered home 
by women with...

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