Best Mercado Poems
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Slandered wavelengths
from an old worn out speaker
cracking with each unbalanced bass note
Finding my brain on overload
and a slower heart beat
out of tune
Static becomes the union,
tuning dial gone, volume at high
glowing in the corner of cobweb melodies
lingering on a distant shelf
now sinking lower in this
roadside armchair (Where are the earplugs when you need them)
An empty bottled fortress
protects the pain at my feet,
brown glass soldiers stand guard,
bottle cap mementos flip
like dancing beans on a folding table
at El Mercado
One more for the road
(like I need this)
along crooked dotted lines, weaving nonsense
two at a time, smirking
snickering like children hiding from a babysitter,
mimicking the way
Still the static, white noise,
drowns out the joy and the trees cry,
when birdsong of night haunts with a sound
interrupting the dance of the
beer bottle chorus line
and I tap a painful toe
Browse the mercado
Look at the drums and hats
My love is busy
Diego Rivera’s Flower Carrier
My load to carry is backbreaking,
But this I must do to feed my family.
Down on all fours on the ground, I pray
For fairness in barter and my safe return home
From this capitalist enterprise I am engaging in.
My basket is laden to overflowing the brim
With the most beautiful flowers in all the land.
My woman helps me to my feet to begin
The journey to the mercado to sell our flores.
She, too, is strong like me, with strong hands.
Together, for survival and comfort in this life,
We labour, leaning on each other as a pillar
Through the impending toils of daily grind.
In quiet rectitude, we are satisfied knowing
That our Lord and Saviour Jesucristo will provide.
We pick the flowers at their peak
When the colours are their brightest
And their scents are the most invigorating.
One by one, we gently lay them
In the cesta de mimbre.
With every step and breath I take,
Their fragrances fill my nostrils,
And the unbearable becomes bearable,
Bringing relief to my aching back
And sandal-shodden feet.
How can I ask for more?
When I return, the joy on my family’s faces
For the money received from the sale
Provides the strength I require
To do this task over and over again
Until I am departed.
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Notes:
“Diego Rivera’s Flower Carrier” is an ekphrastic poem based on the painting "The Flower Carrier" (1935) by Diego Rivera (1886–1957).
mercado: market
flores: flowers
Jesucristo: Jesus Christ
cesta de mimbre: wicker basket.
my chair was in the path of totality
a thin ribbon about seventy miles wide
moving West to East
it does this because of at the equator
Moon's shadow moves eastward
at a greater velocity than Earth's
rotational velocity causing travel
from East to West across the surface
the moon fully covers the sun
surrounding me on the beach
were scientists and New Agers
gravity bending light was discovered
in 1919 proving Einstein was on target
Isaac Newton discovered gravity
which philosophers and scientists
had been ruminating on for centuries
science was here to witness and confirm
my confirmation as the moon's shadow
raced ashore and the birds at sea
turned suddenly inland, that was amazing
the New Agers were hoping to witness
a promise, the Dawning of the Age of Aquarius
where Harmony, Understanding, No Lies
Mystic Cristal Relations, Golden Days of Living
the Minds Total Liberation
and as the light and sun disappeared
one on mushrooms declared
she had seen the face of God
confirming black and a woman
my wry comment brought glaring looks
does she look annoyed, perchance piqued
they would not miss my observations
a few days passed before all left
i had my beach and pueblo back
the mercado had toilet paper
i had breakfast in peace at last
Conchita's taco stand normal
men discussing fishing, politics
children at play purchasing churros
here it is 32 Years later
and the Age of Aquarius
is pretty much the same old crap
humans are cute and predictable
to be avoided, why i so relate
to Ferdinand the Bull, loved that cartoon
i am watching a movie
Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy are walking a lane
once they were upon opposite shores
they have finally come to terms on marriage
this is a mystery to me
why did God so love us
he blessed us with the ability to love
why it is the greatest of them all
why it does not require mushrooms
to see God, if one cares to look
only the Blind in the Heart cannot see
He is the metronome dancing in the trees
only those Deaf in Spirit
cannot hear Him speak in the wind
wandering thru the meadow
and in all of the senses
love is the sweetest taste of all
OKC 8/12
get in the mood at Youtube:
The 5th Dimension Age of Aquarius 1969
“The moon is the accomplice of all things related to the heart.” Walter Mercado
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When the Full Moon Lights up the Sky
When the full moon lights up the sky
My sweetheart sets my spirits high
Pervades my breast with warm wishes
Ignites desires for sweet kisses
Makes the core of my soul to race
Lures me to hold her in embrace
Close to the bosom of my heart
Never from her breath to depart.
Legado II
Um legado
é aquilo que fica
depois
de se tirar as mãos.
O legado é a lembrança que fica
do jardineiro
que cortou a grama.
Em junho e sempre
Trabalhe por um legado.
Empresas - pessoas empreendedoras - que mais aumentaram em valor e geraram 50% a mais de lucro (definido pela capitalização de mercado em mais de 60 países) são aquelas mais empáticas e que e preocupam com deixar legado.
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Desejo bons estudos e sucesso.
Let’s go on the mother load road trip across continents skip
Even the hip can’t snip or pip the lip fillip of each sip or dip
A sybaritic not a critic’s tour to explore why more is more
Streets of beats galore & locavore treats an epicurean drip
In the Argentine bravado larder of course the empanada
From their mercado source with fine wine could try harder
Top of the poll Asado's charcoal soul to the song of cicada
Austrian fold in the past caught for foodies some sort of sport
They’ve fought over which Sacher torte does bewitch hold court
Or flattered the dish that mattered plattered crumbed & battered
Viennese wheeze a subpoena tease for a leaner schnitzel wiener
Lazing ease & grazing please on amazing spice isles in pyjamas
Laid back smiles made crack conch rice & peas in the Bahamas
Don’t give a damn about Claude Van Dam give me real mussels
Garlic specked not muscle flecked fraud whenever in Brussels
Snaffle waffles abroad should be crisp gooey as Belgians know
Elite frites oh and their stonker bonkers Wonka flair cocoa show
Brazil’s fill me to the gills thrill is still & always will be Feijoada
Even those in a posh off roader chose this nosh meat's Pagoda
Top of the steeple of food of the people a homegrown Skoda
Adore for any course a tour de Force encore honed toned Yoda
Canadian hardy foie gras machine a mardi gras that’s Arcadian
In the stirrup chirrup quaffing absurd maple syrup is Palladian
Nerds with their curds scoffing mean poutine almost Circadian
For rookies ducks pluck shells shuck bones suck cookies for luck
Opiner cuisine not in history stuck a mean memory mystery miner
Hymn of whim cough overcome by swim in broth Szechuan numb
Yummy unctuous darlings scrumptious diddly umptious dim sum
Ho hum no scrum finer all day diner always did come from China
Alerta
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A essas pessoas eu quero dizer: essas palavras usadas nas poesias, refletem sua cultura, suas tradições, sua herança, sua riqueza cultural acumulada ao longo de gerações, tudo é levado adiante com palavras usadas nas poesias Por isso eu afirmo: Quer prosperar?
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Quer guiar a marcha do progresso?
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Agradecimento Fevereiro - Gratidão
Tenho certeza de que todas nós
estão vendo nossos números recentes
relacionados à produtividade e volume.
Mesmo em mês de muitos feriados os números
são positivamente muito impressionantes.
Este é um momento muito empolgante para trabalhar neste setor,
com a oportunidade de fazer a diferença no mercado.
Tenho orgulho das contribuições individuais e coletivas
em nosso esforço de vendas. Obrigada.
Com certeza a ênfase individual de participação em sessões regulares de treinamento por nossos vídeos “deu lucro”. Obrigada por se dedicarem a assistir cada treinamento.
Para março, vamos manter o bom trabalho e fazer ainda mais.
Muito obrigada por me permitir trabalhar junto.
Sou” toda orgulho” da nossa unidade/equipe.
Tudo igual
Não existe diferença significativa
entre voar TAP, Azul ou Avianca,
todos os aviões são iguais.
Da mesma forma são as misturas de bolo e os detergentes, e as margarinas…
A diferença fica por conta de Valores e Personalidade. Aquela organização que melhor propagar seus valores obterá a maior fatia do mercado com o maior lucro.
Cada fala deve fazer parte do investimento em longo prazo na propagação dos valores e da personalidade do nome – embutido na marca e no produto.
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Engane o Universo
Na vida
e
nos negócios
Hoje e sempre
Concentre-se
no que você agradece em sua vida.
Aprecie e deixe claro
O que você tem.
Se fizer isso o universo
pensa que você precisa mais.
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IT IS TIME TO STOP THE STUPIDITY!
The notes of a Shaka flute float to my ears
like an Arabian midsummer night’s dream
it flows through me like dinars in a Banshee’s pocket
in a food market
Reminds me of a Mexican Mercado
festive, full of music and color
but in the far-off background a flute plays with Mariachis
a cumbia slows to match the lamenting flute
In the mountains a goat bleats
it understands the soulful sounds of the hurt
and the painful place it comes from
a place most hearts know well
Human or animal, we all hurt
humans know the most efficient way to inflict pain
but this is not about humans but why we callously inflict pain
we’re both classified as animals, yet humans make the world a hell
It’s about humans and their inhumanity
Yes, about us, humans,
who still war with ourselves and Nature
who inflict destructive deeds that keep this world in tears
But because of the grace of the Creator, we’re saved
At some point we must wise up and eliminate
all the hurt we instigate
if we could see the world’s peoples
we would see we’re like them
They are us
War destroys souls who remain, pain stays in their hearts
sometimes acceptance comes after the destruction
regretfully not soon enough
the saints and Gods shout
It is time!
It is time to heed the writing on the sacred walls
the Torah, the Bible, the Koran, the Hindu Vedas
since time immemorial they have shown the way
it is time, people of earth, we have no excuses left…
C-elebrant
H-appily
A-nd
R-apturously
L-ets
E-uphoric
N-atal
M-oment
E-mploy
R-emarkable
C-heerful
A-ffair's
D-elightful
O-bjective
Topic: Birthday of Charlen R. Mercado (August 07)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
R-ays of the beacon delight
E-agerly your heart and mind;
Y-our eyes see no twilight,
N-ight is just left behind.
A-s the sun sets things aright,
L-ight above guides the blind;
D-awn breaks at the horizon
O-f the rays of the beacon.
Topic: Birthday of Reynaldo Mercado (April 24)
Form: Acrostic Ottava Rima
R-ays of the beacon delight
E-agerly your heart and mind;
Y-our eyes see no twilight,
N-ight is just left behind.
A-s the sun sets things aright,
L-ight above guides the blind;
D-awn breaks at the horizon
O-f the rays of the beacon.
Topic: Birthday of Reynaldo Mercado (April 24)
Form: Acrostic Ottava Rima