Best Marketplace Poems

“The Marketplace”

Today the marketplace is open.
Ready with crisp linens for handfuls of gold.
Hordes of buyers stomp the asphalt
scurrying by and through to the next.
I have worn my smile.

My hair is wind-born.
smelling of burnt amber and roses.
My dress, summer silk, covers my flesh - 
Tones like...

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Every shot of grief and pain 
		commences the grand experiment 
		once again, 
		delineating material differences  
		in the various types of neglect,
		the techniques and attitudes 
		that too often lead to violence,
		and the denial of blame.
		
		Sadly, it always comes to naught:
		bought players
		mouthing contrived words, 
		obeying contrary...

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senryu  /  senryu series

the marketplace
well-dressed mannequin
speaks to shoppers
~~~~~~~~

without knowing
the well-dressed manneqin
beckons shoppers
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eye-speak
the well-dressed mannequin 
beckons shoppers

fluid salesman
fools only himself
by sleight-of-mouth

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Cut from glass
Cut from flesh
My steel windows peer
From hilltops to the marketplace

Rotary clubs banishing good taste
With taxes to fill up the State
Now following fault lines
To earthquake insure the day, stay awake

Insurance claims fake a new mistake
Numbers surround the climax of fate
Urging paper weights to cover...

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We can set the game
with new wagers
Economy is but a ribbon of fear
The time is near
To dismantle capital banter and borders
And bring in the new prodigy 

Love is tribal wealth
No one hoards
And everyone saves
Because there's nothing to save
Ownership is a flaw

I've seen throughout life
The pompous...

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Will it be the actors?
Will it be the singers?
Or will it be the dancers
Who bring the Gospel 
With a twist?
Or will it be the pastors,
The apostles and the prophets,
The teachers and evangelists?...

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The Marketplace of Thought!

Don’t I love who I’m open to - would share soul with (somehow in words -
in poetry, revealing me)? Must I place worth on goods ‘vain’ hawk
to earn a look? Let self-regard be life’s canard! God Loves such cheer?
May I find wealth...

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Flowers lie upon a grave, innocence dead in a foreign land
The peace shattered like ice when bombs burst in burning sand
Children taken in the prime of life, gone with just a passing glance
As planes fly overhead, circling their targets in a macabre dance
Bombs drop and...

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What structure resides
For the apportioning of Love?

What do plastic cards and love 
Have in common?

Maybe I can save on output
And get more cost effective returns

My actions are cold, vacant
The windows fog as I stare ahead
Yellow
Red

Green cellphone circuits
To forge intimacy 
Circuits I speak
Words flood before I...

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In the marketplace, 
from a woman vegetable vendor
a bazar cow snatched away
a big mustard plant.

She shouted at the cow
rebuking it with the foulest words
she could muster
while the cow relishing it's loot.

An old Street dog,
loving  life ,
rested in a shaded corner
looked  at the youthful...

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TAKE ME TO A MARKETPLACE

Take me to a marketplace
where I can get a rose garden
in exchange of my old pen.

Take me to a marketplace
where I can buy hundreds of trees
with just a handful of seeds.

Take me to a marketplace
where I can trade my old book
with...

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In an age of cheap poets and marketplace philosophers,  
When words intertwine beautifully but lack depth,  
My contemporaries have already given me the greatest reward,  
Their indifference, their silence, heavy like a spider’s web.  

In a world where applause is the...

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Bits 'n Pieces of my soul
to be downloaded by the Marketplace
(or souled for a pittance at your request)
Doth thou find me Likeable?
God Bless my Fakebook Self!
All the shiny bots N pieces I've manicured just for you? 
Why, they're just a miniscule reflection 
An endless mirror,
scattered...

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My loving cousin 
Nongmaithem Manihar Singh ,
had not seen for decades;
how time can sting,
after his passing I went
to his home at Yairipok Bazar
where memories roam
to attend the Asti sanchay.

That country market place
miles from my house in Imphal
I have not visited for a long time.
During my...

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