Hawkers Poems | Examples

Atlantic City Sunday

Marble-sided buildings sunk in the sand
Jumped 40 glassy stories on command.
Everyone thinks life is nothing and money’s grand.
Rolling chair hawkers spiel and cutely chide
Sunday suited daddies to pay for their brides.
So, a cavalcade of marmalade mommies ride, 
(Fatted infants firmly holstered at each side),
Tossing constant comment diapers drenched with pride
To the beach where broken dreamers slept and died.

One Tiny Red Balloon

Over by the corner the bandstand plays on 
next to the cotton candy wagon and the clown 
Its a circus act full of people and acrobats
and tallish men on walking wooden stilts

One tiny red balloon dots the sky as I espy  
juggling acts leading to the garden path
it ain't over until the fat lady sings
so I better not dally, I need a glass ring

Fire eaters and sweet ladies that stretch 
ventriloquists with two sided mouths 
magicians that stage with props, and coins 
cats on tight ropes, hawkers and escapists 

Silver hoops and fast delivery guys 
life is changing right before our very eyes 
Give me the candy but don't tell me lies 
of course I want the red balloon, untie!  


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Snake Oil

cosmeceutical
hawkers put on new faces…
costly old potions

Uprooted

Unlike the Famous Five,
with capers, japes and adventures,
boats and well stocked picnics, we lived
a back street life. With a sock and masking tape ball
and mucky fat sarnies.
The Family Allowance Five.
Each one of us an extra pound.
With facsimile school photos,
in hand me down jumpers and carving knife tread pumps,
floorboard cricket bat and under the bed air rifle.
Crab apple scrumping and tresspassing for mushrooms,
rabbitting before school,
paper round before school,
milk round before school.
Everything came before school.
Sunburnt scoundrels but "never any bother"
Corrugated asbestos roof walkers.
Cinema ticket hawkers.
Unseen, inconsequential, together but apart.
No roots or football boots.
Hot pot bollocks. 
One foot here one foot there. 
Immigrants finding their way,
but without the ginger beer.

Railway Track

Rushing to the third class
When I was a young student
Undertaking train journeys
Often looking for a window seat.

Amid the track's rhythm
Full of hope for the future
I saw countryside and cities
Leaving behind from the coach window.

The hawkers' calls echoed
Inside the compartment,
A counter point to the beggars' songs,
Their handicap a stark plea.

A clatter of the wheels,
Accompanied the train as it ran,
A sweet soundtrack while running
Through the fields and towns.

Years have passed today
I am a retired person .
Sometimes boarding 
A second class compartment,
The third class is gone.

The clatters,horns,whistles,
Hawkers' voices,the beggars' songs-
Even today have not changed.
So I am and my pocket became thin
like when I was a student .

City Life

Populous grand malls
Clamor of vying hawkers
Metros, flyovers, clubs and parks
              
Quickened life style and 
Sophisticated culture  
Fascinate the dream city.

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Deceitful Mask Dealings and Death

            DECEITFUL DEALINGS AND DEATH


Buying a big old mask for my face!!
I am fooling, you~ you know me far better, you need not a trace.

It's amazing people don't have a clue how to use them!
Not knowing this, could bring on a case of CoVid, who can blame them?

It's more than immoral to not tell people, the dangers.
But in these days, in our fear,now we trust money hungry strangers.

Each day more creative coverings are shown, as hawkers who see them, 
To cashing in on fear, it's how they are thrown!

Worse are the freaks or friends who call 911!
Calling the police, like brownshirts, it's a thing that's done??

They haven't a clue that today, you just tested negative.
These self-proclaimed brown shirts, smiling with glee, as you are arrested.

Hiding in coomfy houses,like Techno-lost rats are we!
So we stay at home, some even afraid of bumble-bees.

Take care of yourself, please don't be a rat-fink calling the police?
Better call on neighborhood gang members who leave the young dead and fleeced.


                        July 4, 2020
                      11:50 pm PST
                         Edited

Lockdown- 13th Day

Year's Seventh April
Today's my morning started
Seeing magpie dance

It seems world is hot
In the poisoning world air
I'm grateful to all

Vacuum flask all
Abiding by law of govt.
Staying at self home

The grocery shops
The vegetables hawkers
Under the control

After this evening
Not govt. administration
But slum dwellers boys
Showed terrible work to close
Everything before fixed time
After some time there
I discovered black trading
Absorbing dusk's dark

World is beautiful
But peoples ethics are odd
Death loves rules of lie


07.04.2020 (Chattogram City)

Summerwine

Merry ride down the isle of summertime,
I said to the willow outside my window 

I asked you when the cherry blossoms will
 Bloom outside my schoolyard Garden again 
You gave me eighty cents for old ice cream,
“Not the blocky kind, you teeth will burn”
When you are still drinking that Summer Wine


Merry cruise down the road of summertime
Watermelon Hawkers down Long Wind Road
The ice cream man constantly drunk on heat,
The earthworms, gold leaves, and that Summer Wine

I asked you 
When will the cherry blossoms bloom again
How can I run, a little faster, to the Isle of Summertime

Social Equality

Commercially,the road wasn't helping, 
It wasn't giving basic facts about evil which rise against its walkers, 
Birds were making statements to draw our attention towards those melling, 
Distraction kept being thrown upon minds of hawkers, 
Their selling products were ceased and stolen,
Mouths were opened to chastised against those task force,
It never got them tormented over their indescency at a grinchy remorse, 
Traffic jam now kept the scene badly heated at all cost, 
Those who won't let go of their avenue for fetching satisfaction made no repose, 
Others also kept themselves fully under glope, 
Who should be blame? 
Who should fulfil the desires of fans to the game? 
Policies kept increasing from axis to axis, 
Whilst, actually no soul has power over taxes, 
Power brought out from the ocean,discriminations and heavy punches,
Out of fed up,war concludes the lives of citizens in there, 
There after,the president is pleading and fasting to reflex, 
But,it's too late for this insanity man and his fellow leaders, 
Indeed,power trends till it breed societal killers. 
So let chrish ourselves with equality and live to the fullest.

Denouement

denouement

warm honey flows
through beeswax veins
and pools upon cloth
of azure blue

glow of sun filtered
filigree through leaves
an open window invitation
to Sunday just across the sill

a hawkers sing song cry
from the cobbles below
berries, sweeet strawberries
come   buy my lovely berries

sudden feather gusts of morning breeze 
bring scents of fruit and jasmine
to my bed

but I am too lazy to move
to disturb the honey flow.

Summer Rain

Dust and sand move speedily up the sky,
As clouds darkened and threatened with great sound
Legs run,wind blows and swallows set to fly,
Tree branches bend and shed their leaves on ground,
Sky opens that farmers need not to cry,
Floods sweep across, toads mate;fries dance around,
Cool air flows through rooms to make heat to drop,
Hawkers and beggars pray for rain to stop,

Dirt from the roofs and plants are wash away,
The poor now collect aqua which they lack,
Meteorologists have nothing to say,
Vehicles with leaking roofs have to pack,
As drains need to be cleared without delay,
Ocean threatens at beach as waves attack,
While desert shouts for this season to last ,
Soil is now soft and hardness in the past .

8-31-2017

The Other Side of Life

Traders besides the street
Hawkers of beckoning teeths.
End of progressing wealth.

Over hill and beyond death.
Tarmac of blood tilled with bones,
Hater's abode in varying tone.
Energizing witch-craft and western swiftness,
Retrieving destruction and unGodliness.

Scramble of ambiguity scattered around,
Ink of penury begotten inwardly abound.
Desacrated hope and shattered wills,
Emerging Joy bewitched with venomous pills.

Optimum validation is to their lavished,
Fame and wealth is from their banished.

Living like their is no life,
Incarnation of thriving strife.
Faith fated with frails and fears,
End of Joy-peace,wealth-luxury;all positive pairs.
c.2017

Jozi, An Afternoon Stroll Part I

The Joburg city sounds go crescendo 
As I slowly ascend, from beneath the subway tunnel.
I am Inducted to the rush hash pace of pedestrians 
And the hooted frustrations of motorists on the crowed roads,
This often happens, Itineraries synchronizing 
As everybody makes their back home.

Once emerged, on to the foot traffic I go, I inherit the pace 
And find myself mindlessly whooshing on the road side pavement.
As I penetrate deeper in route, the city odor gets rather unsavory 
And my focus is drawn to avoiding hawkers and hobos 
As I’ve learnt that conversation Invites tragedy,
I abstain to keep my valuables and most probably my life.

I take a right on Bree, opposing the traffic flow.	
Imminently I’m greeted by the amalgamated Jozi reverberations,  
Like a lullaby the city sings as it surrenders to the night
And its occupants numb an¬d calmed to its cannabis effects
As yet another day is promised to them,
Another day the it sheds it’s gold to them,
For a good day’s hustle.

Roasted Chickens, Rusted Spanners

Africa, why are you excited so much
with roasted chicken you get each year
coming to you from foreign poultry farms
Can they lay eggs that can hatch, multiply?

Africans, why are you excited so much
with rusted spanners you sign for each season
coming in to build grass-thatched huts
Can they build industrial complexes in Africa?

Africans, why are you excited so much,
with expertise you invite for every project,
coming in waves of hawkers, advisers?
Can they build independent African economy?

Roasted chicken, rusted spanners are exciting
to Africa with eyes covered by fogs and mists

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