Best Marketplaces Poems

One  calm evening
on a leisure  drive  with  my  wife
along  the Inphal-Dimapur
National Highway
I remembered 
my overnight  road journeys
to Guwahati for office work,
sometimes together with  her
before retirement a decade ago.
Tedious journeys
riding through the winding hilly roads
of Manipur and Nagaland
yet...

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The Sounds of Korea


I hear the familiar sounds of Korea,
Of the crowing of roosters in the morning,
Of the fields, streams and marketplaces.
The tunes of shamanistic music band
The swirling of fire-lit cans of Jwibul nori,
The soup boiling sounds in a huge pot,
A crisp “tak, tak” sound...

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O Magog,
from the sterile land of Gog,
thou rejoicest over how thy biological idol father
hast devilishly embraced thee

Spiritual mathematics 
offer free radical theorems
of probability analysis

Doth thy Gentile nuclear goggles
allow thee to see
the virtual microbe mushrooming variables
in a decaying half-life reality?

O bastard son
of a thousand fathers
Raised on...

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I hear the familiar sounds of Korea,
Of the crowing of roosters in the morning,
Of the fields, streams and marketplaces.
The tunes of shamanistic music band
The swirling of fire-lit cans of Jwibul nori,
The soup boiling sounds in a huge pot,
A crisp “tak, tak” sound of soybean burning
And...

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I was speaking with my good friend
Donald John
the Evangelist for AntiChrist
the other day.

And I had to ask,
Donald John,
Why are you so against health care
for all our not yet slaughtered
and otherwise dead already?

Except perhaps health services 
exclusively for those able to buy a hospital
for themselves
and their...

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Like travellers, 
We cross this arid land
Aiming at the city of rest.

As we traverse the landscapes 
We may, of a truth, sully our feet
With besetting dust of sin

But we must from time to time
Remember Calvary, the place of cleansing 
Where mercy flows immeasurably 

We go...

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People who are on a mission
Trying to build their reputation 
By shooting photos of stars on vacation,
Or maybe at some exhibition.
On possessing these famous faces
They quickly run to several marketplaces
Hoping to rake in millions of transitioned president faces
Then they lay back feeling like photography aces....

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I have taught, written, and spoken in the giant marketplace of Khem.
I would speak and write in Egypt's marketplaces and all around its rim.
One day through the crowd and dotted stands, I peered at the King's Guard making their way through the masses.
It looked as...

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I have taught, written, and spoken in the giant marketplace of Km.
I would speak and write in Egypt's marketplaces and all around its rim.
One day through the crowd and dotted stands, I peered the King's Guard making their way through the masses.
It looked as though...

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Beware of the scribes
Who like to go around in long robes and accept greetings in the marketplaces
Seats of honor in synagogues
places of honor at banquets
They devour the houses of widows and
As a pretext
 Recite lengthy prayers
They will receive a very severe condemnation [Taken from MK...

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Quiet descends on the town
  The horizon deepest blue
Tufts and wisps of clouds long departed
  Shadowy forms in their wake

A gaunt figure threads his way
  through deserted marketplaces
All too aware, indeed
  of the onset of Night...

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The Enchanted City of Dual Realms
In the sprawling labyrinth of concrete towers and spectral glass,
where skyscrapers, like ancient obelisks, pierce the celestial veil with unyielding ambition,
serpentine rivers of fortune murmur in arcane tongues, their secrets whispered only
to those who have deciphered the sacred codes of...

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The angels are overloaded.
And I'm  crying aloud.
In marketplaces.
In new frontiers.
Sobbing incongruously
From station to station.
Losing my past
And letting the present
Run off without me.
I am draining my momentum.
I am lock-jawed behind locked bars
And still I sing like the only dove In town....

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Under the dark sky of 2025, where the Genetic Basin pulses
like an overloaded server beneath the shadows of a Sulimi,
my thoughts flow like a faulty algorithm through 6G networks,
whistling beneath faces lit by screens, with AirPods in ears,
running through Amazon Go, crushing biodegradable packaging,
in a...

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