Market Poems - Poems about Market

upon the Rase a troublesome crone who meddled in the Rasen folk for she a witch! a witch! their slant and well she laid upon a cow a cursied blight a cursied spell and lo would not this neighbour’s...Read the rest...

on weekends, Mondays, and maybe Fridays too/ across the Bebop time zones/ people be digging at flea markets 4 Bebop jazz gold/ walkin', talkin', lookin' workin' the price/ on a table way in the back/ I dug into a crate...Read the rest...

Beloved, let me embrace you, My touch sweeter than any virtual bliss, In this digital space, filled with coded delights, Let me revel in your pixelated perfection, Tiger, let me embrace you, My touch sweeter than any virtual bliss. Beloved, you've...Read the rest...

Mary rushes to the market, To buy biscuit, bread, butter, Finds fabulous fare for Fluffy, Crochety cantankerous cat of her! Bobby loves leafing through books, Bubbles blows bothersome brother, Baby yells sky-rocketing loud, Daddy hugs and kisses her! Green grass growing...Read the rest...

New Yam Death brings life New, tender and green Earth brown, immaculate white The priest heralds her coming The town crier drums it The farmer dances to the market It's time to celebrate Let loose the masquerades Celestial visitors from yonder Let the...Read the rest...

I leave buying food at the market to the spouse... one helluva comparative humdinger savvy shopper, who can rattle off the best buy for most any given item, at the drop of a hat analogous to baseball fanatic (unlike myself who knows...Read the rest...

In the markets, a wounded dollar sighs, IEA cuts oil demand, to no surprise. Stocks stride to records, touching the sky, With eyes on CPI, the reason why. The Japanese yen, in decline it stays, Interest rate differentials pave the...Read the rest...

In the markets, a wounded dollar sighs, IEA cuts oil demand, to no surprise. Stocks stride to records, touching the sky, With eyes on CPI, the reason why. The Japanese yen, in decline it stays, Interest rate differentials pave the...Read the rest...

On a sunny day, I was walking along the ivy-covered church fence. At the gates a beggar addressed me, politely asking for alms. Got no money, I replied. “Then take some of mine”, said the...Read the rest...

gather wares for market day and cauldrons of the land baneful stock for the boiling pot before the evening’s end tankards spill and taverns heave upon these Beltane days see magic folk and sorcerers on an otherwise malaise then pack the carts and...Read the rest...

With takeovers bankers are set But Capital One's is a threat Owning Discover As surrogate mother Makes Visa and Mastercard sweat...Read the rest...

In an endless night, time is my nemesis. In the realms of sleepwalking nightmares, where trumpets blow an eerie tune, I can see the Grim Reaper, perched upon my tomb. I search for the sandman in the domain of dreams. Where hope is...Read the rest...

Being a man, and not only a man but a married man, I cannot deny that there are women who could appropriately be called nags. This should not be confused with the right of the...Read the rest...

~City Market~ The smell of popcorn, burned hot dogs, and sweat invaded his nostrils as Jason pushed his way down Fuller Street. Past vegetable carts, homemade pie stands, and the booth with carved wooden bears holding...Read the rest...

As I walk through the market in the early light I see the vendors and the buyers in a constant fight I see the goods and the prices change every night I see the scales and the weights...Read the rest...