Buskers Poems - Poems about Buskers

...They, the invisible manipulators that speak for us all, they called us 'the people'. Some went seeking Big Foot, we needed a sasquatch, a mentor. Some tried hallucinogens, others called it a ......

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...when you doze and slumber you drift into streets of vagabond dreams: street artist and soothsayers begging for a 'dream a penny', 'five for a dollar', buskers, who play reminiscences, palm rea......

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...Buskers So much fluff And not enough Of the real stuff That life is made of. Buskers in parks and on corners Play for money and exposure, And liven up drab quarters By entertaining......

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...Round 1: New York won! By Brett Somers Written 10-13-2018 Like a ghost in the shadows New York People and places and vaporware faces New York Experience of magnitude To have ......

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...Julius Jaggery Jones Had an ache deep in his bones Sang the blues for nickels and dollars In mellowest of baritones. Julius Jaggery Jones Seated on street cobblestones Paid his dues in groani......

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...The garrulous, Greek grape gatherers, Joined joyously with jocund japes, The olive pickers and Ostrich plucker’s, Celebrating the seasons success in song. The querulous quiver of musical quaver......

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...Disheveled and dirty she sat A guy walking by just spat It caught her off guard as she wiped it away Wanted to move but decided to stay She looked forlorn and beat Begging for a bite to ea......

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...Relic of a raucous night's revel In an empty shop doorway Stands a solitary cider bottle sentinel Bundles of bedding. Beneath Huddles a barely visible body Whom I have to skirt around Shop......

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...When I woke up this morning, I felt hopeful, eager, positive and calm. I was going to teach myself to juggle, Tossing balls from palm to palm. I’d admired street performers perform their trick......

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...London The tour of London begins In the streets of my mind, Through past and present Intrinsically entwined, Through people and places It's heart we will find, Through f......

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...Market stall sellers, spewing out cheap tat, for bargain hunting peabrains parting with their cash; items disintegrating from one single use. City traders impress with tall tales of the day, lappi......

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...HEROES Near somber guards, units of children heap dead leaves, naive to any else fallen. Friend, you chuckle, but your posture speaks of duty on this day of contradictions. Firefighters bow......

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...now this is not a poem but more of a short story if you are expecting a poem this is not one, but please feel free to read my story. it will make you think a lot about what you do! it will also have ......

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...The little servant upon the motley colored stead riding the ironic militant donkey Lowering the wit a marotte lance raising the shield a stone of scone doughnut L......

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...Like concrete fingers, Stretching high, So many jagged teeth, Upon the sky. Their electrical beacons, Fill up the night, With their vivid multi colours, Shining very bright. Old and new ......

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