Long Haggling Poems

The Columbia is a smooth beast that has introduced us to a semi tropic clime
that produces a bewildering humidity even for November
and a panoply of tree types that canopy the mossy turfs
from a sky that...

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The morn's alive with skylarks singing

o'er the greening meadow and the pliant pasture,

the ocean sighing, gulls aloft on wings of prayer.

A sudden shower would see me running

fancy free between the rain drops,

I cried 'Excelsior!' and...

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Durians As king Of Fruits

When it is fruits season locally, everywhere there is an abundant display of all kinds of fruits…
In any given location, you’ll be spoilt for choices given the wide selection of fruits…

Of...

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The morning soars with skylarks singing
o'er the greening meadow and the pliant pasture,
the ocean sighing, gulls aloft on wings of prayer.
A sudden shower would see me running
fancy free between the rain drops,
I cried 'Excelsior!' and...

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The morn's alive with skylarks singing
o'er the greening meadow and the pliant pasture,
the ocean sighing, gulls aloft on wings of prayer.
A sudden shower would see me running
fancy free between the rain drops,
I cried 'Excelsior!' and...

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...inspired by 'Poem In October' by Dylan Thomas


The morning rings with skylarks singing,
o'er the greening meadow and the pliant pasture,
the ocean sighing, gulls aloft on wings of prayer.
A sudden shower would see me running
fancy free...

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Mornings shrill with skylarks singing 
o'er the greening meadow and the pliant pasture, 
the ocean sighing, gulls aloft on wings of prayer. 
A sudden shower would see me running 
fancy free between the rain drops,...

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The morning soars with skylarks singing
o'er the greening meadow and the pliant pasture,
the ocean sighing, gulls aloft on wings of prayer.
A sudden shower would see me running
fancy free between the rain drops,
I cried 'Excelsior!' and...

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Lost my kids once just for a  minute or so in the fair:  needle in haystack.
Busy and purposeful Sunday morning. Fascinating bee hive but I wanted my kids back

Thought they were next to...

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ELECTRIFICATION   OF  UDELNAYA   MARKET



Thank goodness
New glass steel towers are cleaning up the mess
Of Udelnaya market.  Traffic was too fast  *
Street is pedestrianised and bypassed
Bright lights are lit ...

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The clocks upon the wall are stopped,
they haven’t worked for years.
It could be any time in Tokyo, 
in London, Paris or New York.

It’s late, and deadlines, met or missed, 
are past. The news is done,...

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MARKET    IN    BRITTANY,     FRANCE

Lost my kids once just for a  minute   or so  in the market:   needle in haystack.
Busy...

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April 26, 2018 Thursday 9:10 am  A COMING APART OR A COMING TOGETHER


	WHEN WILL I HAVE YOU?	

	I ask
	oh, anything to get you to focus on us
	Think about 
	Talk about us
	but, the bait isn’t taken
	You...

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The struggle of life is water to the soul.
  It’s taste is no indulgence.
    It’s abundance drowns and rots.
An inevitable tide
  With an infinite, invisible guide.
The body is built of...

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man cub Mowgli was to life once more,
in our boyish pranks in Kanha Park,
revived memories of Kipling’s lore,
from early dawn until moonless dark.

that joyous kid smiled within our hearts, 
as we drove through thick Sal,...

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Commodities.

Traded as rapidly as futures,
sold to bidders, 
merchants of misery,
bought and herded,
into cattle-cars, vans, 
containers sailing,
on the seven open seas.

Women, men, 
girls, boys,
auctioned into servitude,
stolen lives, 
extinguished families,

for,

the cheap labour market needs to be fed,
an...

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I had an obscure feeling when I arrived
But I could not tell what was brewing inside
All around was complete darkness overshadowed
by a radiant glowing light forcing its way from behind 
Surely it wasn’t a myth...

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Now the sun goes down to rest from its daily shining
How then have you come to an early grave 
Passing in a boisterous way from the lip of dawn
Rambling around the God swollen foot .
Wailing,...

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Suspended Transcendental Meditative State...

Temporarily relieves, loosens,
and detaches worldly weight,
albeit bearing heavily straight
away upon well balanced,
awk credited miniature oblate
spheroid, sans cranial

dome to help alleviate
this principled capital one citizen banker,
whose penurious plight
seeks to make lightweight
oppressive burden clawing
(with...

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The noise broils over in the heat
And spread out like wares along the street
The haze of crowd, the jungled feet
Fresh scent of soil and the aroma sweet
I see the bright cloths, and the fashion shows
The...

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In a corner I kneel
Naked as birth
Worthless I feel
To others I appear worth

I worked in a bar
A customer I've just met
He's promised this and that
My future I think set

A new life he'd find
Better prospects I'd...

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Welcome to the market place of the best in all mankind
buy paintings of imaginings with brushstrokes of the mind.
Words of vivd colour, tapestries of rhyme are shown,
your ears filled with the consonant sound of verses...

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I was the first civilization and had the advantage then

Kinship and bonds distilled in right revelation of deity
Native wisdom lacked neither spirtual love nor piety
Ours was the golden not cast in element trite as gold
Winnowed...

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I thought to when my mother took my hand. 
We skipped the cobblestones and shopped for wishes,
(toys which I could ill-afford;
        a Batman cape,
    ...

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I thought to when my mother took my hand. 
We skipped the cobblestones and shopped for wishes,
(toys which I could ill-afford;
        a Batman cape,
    ...

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