Best Vend Poems

 No Mickey, Minnie, or Goofy- no Jimmy The Cricket
                The spirit of Sodom is Gomorrah...what I see is plain "Wicked"

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Danger lurks around every bend
as one travels the leafy path
peril in each step now does pend

With every move we must contend
as nature rages with her wrath
danger lurks around every bend

Passing onward through life we fend
with the odd brush we fight off death
peril in each step...

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Her eye balls gleam as bright night light
Her brow hairs, blinking black as ackee seed
Sag upon themselves
And the two curve as crescent of half moon
I mesmerize whenever she grins
And I wonder, are these teeth or diamonds?
And an utterance from her
Makes me fall into a trance
And...

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Jilting muse with availing inspiration did wend
Barren reservoir doth futility portend
A bristling quill with no well to descend
No gratuitous frills on vapid contours suspend
Seeking with brokered shill to amend
Imploring vagabond seeking itinerant dividend
Wading through flooded channels, silty grains to append
From literary vault embezzled title apprehend
In...

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FRAGRANCE
It’s the fragrance, mother;
the intoxicating crispy fragrance
of colored newly mint coinage.
Sometimes the shimmering glitter
of gold or silver.
It matters not mother
what figures are imprinted on, 
just the fragrance! 


The fragrance that drives me
to plunder my core, 
to pillage my country to nothing,
squandering it to desolation.

The fragrance...

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I have so much anticipation 
Love always in supplication
Over a cup of tea to think it over and over again
Vend this yearning that abuse my mind
Exhausted with your banter acts
You confused me with your synthetic laughs
Owed me with so much love
Unaware of your context move
Now...

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There’s a place in never never land
Where shopping centres go
Every single night to replace 
The goods they have on show
You’ll never see them travelling 
'Cos they go through hyper-space
And sometime in the panic
Get returned to the wrong place
So if you’re in your city centre
And the...

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there is this bar i went to once up north
 it is called les pugilist.

 it is a canadian dive bar somewhere
 in the western province of quebec.

  the parking lot is filled with large trucks 
wandering in like steel framed geese. 

their drivers...

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Nature made convenient sluice, 
when pool water did wend
     down the gentle slope 
     describing gargantuan wetsuit vend
 
er steadily chugging, chiseling, 
     and channeling straight away 
     blindly...

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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ 
|I am a billboard available now |
|for advertisement of anything |
|like product you want to vend | 
|or some dream you like to sell |
|I stand high lighted...

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At this trembling staggering age,
Dear deprived mother of, 
I don't know whom,
Struggling to survive,
And might be survival of, 
Someone, older than you…
Vending toys, ball-pens, 
Sun-screens and all and sundry,
Carrying all on your 
Worn out shoulders and hands,
Waiting restlessly aside traffic signals…
Midst, men, women, and children,
Much...

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He sets up His mast upon His raft. 
He sailed the tops and groves of the trees in granting
There He goes through the forest, soaring His craft
He provides energy to the wild as the swift wind passes.

The freshness of the timbers climbing,
When they flourish where...

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Once upon a time 
as this paragraph beings, 
the first sentence 
leads to the end.
My intentions 
intending these words 
that I'm sending to you 
as a friend 
I extend.
If you have an ear 
that you can hear 
with right here 
then would you lend, 
as...

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I have waited so long to feel a presence,
Dormant my soul lies within my sorrow.
Only emptiness is fulfilling as a taste of lonely bitterness,
Drenched in the stench of despair.

I implored to the Gods for some embrace,
I attempted to vend my soul for some tranquility.
My efforts...

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Donald Trump, Lemony Snicket ghost Spiro
Agnew, plus knowledgeable Jiminy Cricket,
all reliable, trustworthy sources, who
would never misinform gullible traveler
I know time to lather up 
with poetic shampoo

so don't you dare ballyhoo
moost likely known
to garden variety wahoo
(When You Wish Upon a Star goo
whee lyrics aside...), particularly
following feedback...

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