Long Hawkers Poems

Back in 1962 when I was just a lad
my dad gave me a holiday
the best I ever had.
A holiday of every dream
that one lifetime could hold
so listen while this wondrous time 
to you I now...

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I must report the passing of a dear old friend today
I'm not sure when it happened, but I felt I had to say
That the Vegas that's in movies, books, and on TV
Is not the one...

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Eating Words

On my way to the gym to shape my well nourished body
I travel a whole Universe of madness from leafy suburbs
high walls electric fences barbed wire marble statues and
well manicured lawns a distasteful reminder...

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A sizzling hot pancake metropolis
   Kingsize of all market places,
   Every mystery is salable 
   The wind and shadows move and speeds transaction times;
   And the delicious...

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A Wandering Boy with a Song in His Pocket
Arabic Poem by: Salman Dawood Mohammed 
Translated into English by: 
Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
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Just like the wind 
I drive out loneliness of an empty bench for two... 
And,...

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Let us sit together
And let me dwell in your mist
And I will tell you a story
About city life versus rural life.

Now, the city has been known to be a place of lights
But many have discovered...

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Paternal grandmother's headstone - Beth David, Elmont, Long Island

Shaindel (Sadie), variant of Shana Harris
died May 13th, 1959 exquisitely chiseled
alphanumeric characters legibly engraved
sepulchral casket entombing lovely bones
deoxyribonucleic acid repurposed into me
Matthew Scott Harris patronymic protector,
when I...

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From Sunday to Sunday,
We work hard like the donkeys in sironko;
Moving to and fro like roadside vendors and hawkers.
Like the holy spirit has descended upon as,
The way it was on pentecost,we move up and down...

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Everything I buy to touch or taste
is made in China, made in China
leave alone my china set, even my toothpaste
is made in China, made in China.

From my pencils to my stencils
to the golden locks on...

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6 a.m

It is time to wake- 
After being bludgeoned by sleep.
A quick brush 
And a quick wash
Off to the bus-stop in a quick rush.

It’s another day 
To work for a pay
Loose soap lather-
Sticking senselessly by...

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Me again:
Blue parrots screech hawkers off the streets
Where rats and mobile devices scream
Insults into the ears of the sewars.
Whiskers and teardrops and plops of fun
Which dangle relentlessly above the
Green shoreline. 
Playing musical pillows at sinister
Dinner...

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Once glorious, but now rusting buildings, lined every dusty road.
Somehow everywhere clung the smell of cow dung.
My heavy bag, a giant rucksack,
Most of it I shipped right back.
I thought there wasn't much glitz or glamour,
And...

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Forty two years and I've finally returned
back on the shores of the place I've long yearned.
So what pains of time have corrupted my dream,
where are the things that my memory has seen.

A mixture of people...

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(This is the image of a semi urban city of India)

The glow of a late Autumn Sunset,
Gleams over the dense city streets.
Rushing wheels and honking horns,
Halt awhile for the traffic signs.

Through the rows of rushing...

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Life's a cruel stage
for the sensitive soul
who must suffer in whole,
the jeers and the babble
of an ignorant rabble

Who, paying their
tuppence for cheap
balcony seats,
spew their bile,
words so vile
as to make
a stone weep

The reviews
of the critics, 
far...

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In honor of Actor Frank Reddick, Jr. 

The evening in nineteen forty five was unusually warm.
It was only a few days until Halloween pranksters
came, braving the thickets.
Serenading the lightning was a bastion of Hawkers,
the last...

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Behind all of the glamour
Hidden by the glitz
Under all the spray on tans
And distracted by the tits

Lies a Vegas like no other
Not the one you wish to see
The other side of Vegas
Has a cost, it...

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Do you hear those faint voices?
Coming from beneath the earth,
Begging for a resurrection,
They are voices of assassinated warriors,
That fought for our freedom.

Do you hear those voices?
In the outskirts of the town?
They are voices of peasant...

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An Image of the Traffic in Kolkata                            ...

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As the first rays of the sun pierce through the clouds,
daylight accends upon the land laid in shrouds.

Warmth now greets all the corners of the small town,
earlier the mists had their task to wash down.

Fresh...

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	I sailed an olive boat 
into the center of the sea 
alone
	to find a cure for my loose heart 
not the spring-back type, noble with elasticity 
but leap-forward lecher-wild
binding to any skirted frame and drooping...

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The importance of Pomposity
(Not to be taken seriously)

The Perfect life, a wife half his age
Their house grand, with a zip code to match
All bought and paid for.
No hawkers, appointments only

But look closer
The Wife bides her...

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White-brilliant-dazzling,
limestone houses  in the morning light
between cypresses and laurels,
the fragrance of the East
passing through narrow lanes of the Old City.
The Arab merchants
praising their goods -
over there carpets, there Bedouin-dresses,
Christian devotional objects
between the smoke of...

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Palm Sunday

Shopping and hawking, 
purchasing and vending their wares; 
the observant noticed; 
the indifferent paid no mind; 
the powerful perturbed by all the noise
make their way to confront
and charge the man
some call anointed. 

Loud and...

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            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...

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