Best Vendor Poems

I look at the green crocodile balls placed in handcrafted bamboo basket
They look ripe and tempting.
The snake skinned vendor looks at me with hopeful eyes
His...

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The sun is up, heat unbearable,
He stands there rejected and miserable,
Slowly hope he loses,
as every potential buyer refuses.
His goods remain unsold,
His misery untold.
Swiftly the night...

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I sit here alone on these jagged sea washed rocks

the seagulls squawk

picking at left over food scraps

left in the sand 

smells from the hot dog...

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Sitting on the Fence at Twilight

When the sun waved good-bye in the afternoon,
I’d say hello to the smiling Man in the Moon. 
Perching on our...

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Once I was thinking of building a shopping plaza just along the Gaza strip
But the Israeli's being what they are; I thought my sales could...

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This very morning when I awoke, I thought someone had played a joke. I checked the pot, it was bone dry. I checked the pantry...

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Dismal tale of men and women in the dirty rail compartment
No conception of the charm being knitted by the movement
Of the necklace of gentle light...

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She bustles
her boys out of bed
grouse, groan, growl
groggy gripes
snarky snipes, as they squabble
their way to breakfast

Packs their lunch
crunch, smack, munch, they eat
hurry boys-
catch the bus
flurry...

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A true story.

Here I was,
23 or 24...
Classed an "Executive"
NYC Dept Store Chain,
"Executive" label meant
I could work overtime
For one half of my normal salary...
But a fool...

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This poem is a re-post from last year for the situation is worsening daily.

ELEPHANT’S GHOST
I am represented as a trinket on a 
Human's wrist.
I was...

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Crocheting needles waved her fingers from a self-disclosed mind

Texture and pattern set lines like predictive text and autocorrect

Wool over her eyes would know how to...

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It’s the great American pass time that will never die,
The thundering sport called baseball, as the grand
Old flag waves in the breeze, of everlasting freedom...

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The red umbrella was the sign
An icy treat would soon be mine
A memory when I was young
When snow cone magic cooled my tongue

A block of...

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Fat girl the one people love to hate,
the one everyone wants to have a look in her plate,
as she walks towards her deserted corner table,
in...

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This morning the calling bell rang just at
Five, I thought it was the paper vendor
Sun was yet to spread its golden impact
His time was at...

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