It is not in what you are enjoying
There are things you can't
life is incomplete,
beauty can't exist
because. I must say again
In it sweetness of life
lives in the future
already wasted.
When Tom Sawyer opened his boutique
His first ad caused people to scoff
The wording caused the bad critique
It said, "Tom Sawyer panties half off!"
Chasing stray dreams down the street
I poked my head behind a sheet
It hung there splashing shadows on
The polished cobbles at my feet
I'd learned ago, it was a sign
To indicate the goodies, fine
That lay behind its hidden edge
A market, grand and clandestine
There was no arrow to indicate
No neon flash or spinning gate
Just that blank white tapestry
Known only to the fortunate
You see, I'd been there thrice before
For treasure, and was back for more
The irony was, it always changed
In ways that one could not ignore
So, then ...
Thru the sheet to market stream
To shops with golden goods, agleam
But then my wife's voice from behind ...
"Sweetheart - you're having another dream!"
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "A Hidden Market" Poetry Contest, Julia Ward, Sponsor.
Once a little girl named Monique
Dreamt of opening up a boutique
Between the creek and clinique
Thought long of every technique
Her sign above would be no antique
It would glow and actually speak
“Hello we’re MYSTIQUE -
Open every day of the week
Come on in, have a peek
We sell clothes that are chic
Indian silks from the Sikh
Colourful lace and batik
For women of every physique
You’ll love us, we’re unique
And for lunch, stay fill your beak
Try Mom’s soup of fenugreek and leek“
While others were playing hide-and-seek
Little Monique dreamt of opening her boutique
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Giant Tiger or GT Boutique, has gained tremendous fame
A classy discount shopping thrill, I'm not pulling your chain
Mo said if money's your concern
It's means less money to burn
You and Christian Dior might be seen boarding a plane
He's
always
dressed in
new
clothes,always
looking
cute.
Never
smiling or
angry,strangely
keeping
mute. His
eyes
pierces
like d
neighbourhood
brute.Nothing
moves
him,the
thud of
drums or
d melody
of a flute.
People
admires
him when
they pass
by.He
never
savours
the
moment,he
never
feels fly
He's
bold,never
scared
and never
shy. He
has no
emotions,he
never did
cry. Well
built and
handsome,with
good body
structure.
His whole
physique
looks so
mature.
He can't
persevere,he
can't
endure.He's
just a
boutique
statue
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