Best Mercantile Poems

When fate decides to bring you love.. smile..
for fickle fate oft omits the finer things,
bless the ground, stay enamored, yet, awhile.

Love, ah love, it is beauty without guile
and when gifted so your hearts will take to wings.
When fate decides to bring you love.. smile...

There is...

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Ethel Hurst

1889 – 1918

I saw the town rise up
Like a single blade of grass after a spring rain.
I played a multitude of hop-scotch games
With my best friend Hannah on Penn Street.
And sipped a hundred ice cream sodas in the Mercantile at sunset.
My mother took me...

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Money me not

So quick my conversation with you
Changed so quick as your tone stinks
I could smell your real motive
For travelling miles and smiles

Money me not, the altar of my inspirations
Money me not, the standards of my aspiration
Money me not, the secret of my motivation
Money me...

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A popular priest in 1810, Spanish rule he spoke against
those who had overthrown the Spanish Viceroy José de Iturrigaray
A speech calling upon the people to protect in angst
Their King Ferdinand VII was held captive El Rey
Hidalgo rung the bell on the morning of the 16th...

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RITUAL

The anthropology professor
said Iroquois ways were a fading reflection, 
a cultural trace of a poetic narrative of indigenous
wisdom, tribal traditions that marry the spirit of
a primitive people to enduring kinship with the
earth and the sky

The anthropology professor called the delicate
touch the definitive expression of intimate...

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One of the oldest from of advertising the  world has ever seen
Based on reputation of a person, either good or bad
It can be kind of slow or right threw a town like wildfire
Put one out of business or wipe the slate clean
Be the best...

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On the 70th of VJ Day we salute the Forgotten Service the Red Ensign heroes 

of the longest battle of all, the whole war: the only good war for Freedom's cause.  

When a merchantman got hit, the employers' did a nasty trick, stopping pay...

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We were told at a young age,
capitalism is long-term better
Got the short end of the slave trade,
now everyday I’m feeling fetter

Working the industrial fields,
come rain or shine
Breathing factory fumes that kill,
half-life expectancy 
	was the pyramid pay 
for toiling overtime

Blue shirts keep giving us eclipse hearts...

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Once I had a small boy...
skinned knees- a crooked grin,
begging quarters to ride the pink horse.
His nose pressed against candy case glass
tracing stickmen in breath's steam
until the mercantile man would give in
with a handful of jelly beans.

But candy on his grubby chin
was soon replaced with
fine...

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He's a disgrace to the Red Duster someone said:
                    
                ...

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Friends get ready. Fourty One percent of the Gold was taken out in kilobars from the Chicago Mercantile Exchange. Over 174 million ounces of gold. The Rich are taking their gold out of the banks. Suggesting a collapse of the Banking system. You won't hear...

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Fraught With IBS Irritable Bowel Syndrome...

today – late morning of November 4th 2022
sudden onset experienced whereby
whooshing waste naturally flushed out
ala mine body electric performed colonoscopy
diarrheal gangbuster instigated
maybe Machiavellian microbe
with powerful rectal surge
analogous to invisible plunger
forcing out every last tidbit
constituting raw bits of 
partially digested food...

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The cauldron sizzled when she added stink wood twiglets

threw in an old sandal and stirred the pot in elegant poise

When she stoked the fire by the quay of mixed pleasure

the platinum boiler outshone the lighthouse and gave hope

to pirates who filibustered merchants high on foul...

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In a world where slavery is a mercantile trade
 remember to be grateful to your legs
though they limp

I shall remember to thank my lips for the tired yawn
that activates the nerves each grey day
though they reek of charred tobacco

I shall remember to thank my lungs...

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How much said the man of forty crown
To pay the tax of this town

Taxes are used to pave the street
The fathers try to keep it neat

Levies on your toil
A bushel basket from the soil

A mercantile for commerce trade
Some tariffs make the grade

My dear Sir you...

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