Market Poems - Poems about Market

Jenny leaned against the counter, counting the stitches where Ariana’s arm had been severed, each segment arranged in clinical precision beneath the glass. The overhead lights hummed, sterile and white, reflecting off the muscle striations, the fine marbling of fat. The attendant, masked and impassive, weighed the cost. A rib’s soft curve. A shoulder blade,...

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If hearts were sold in the market, People would stand in queue Fighting for buying the good one Without realising that the best in the world is inside them. -Thaqiya/lazybirdnest ...

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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 cow go to the milking parlour so this neighbour’s daughter fraught and fair to seek a wise man, she that hour left in haste...

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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 of LPS and found jazz vinyl alongside a vacuum cleaner/ It was Mark Murphy singing vocalese/ and the young Roland Kirk...

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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 savored your time with me, Tell my folks, they'll send you emojis, My dad, he'll Venmo you gifts. I know where to lift...

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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 gorgeous, Georgie gladly ready to mow, Dorothy demands dance costume, Mommy merrily decides to sew!...

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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 melody of the odó Echo the birth of the new yam Like the birth of a newborn The drums are rolled out The market...

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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 and cares nothing about the game) spewing forth Batting average (BA), on-base percentage (OBP), and slugging percentage (SLG) often referred to...

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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 ways. The Fed needs low inflation signs, they wait, For CPI results to decide their fate. Bitcoin speculation, 2.8 million hold tight, In the...

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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 ways. The Fed needs low inflation signs, they wait, For CPI results to decide their fate. Bitcoin speculation, 2.8 million hold tight, In the...

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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 beggar – “a man cannot be completely without money”. I quickened my pace and entered the church hall. After the...

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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 disappear before the robin sees and woe betide the straddlers caught there on Gallows’ Eve ...

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

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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 an alchemy of potions, igniting stars to cremate calamity. In the marketplace of hallucination, I barter with misty, moody moonlight, before reality returns to...

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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 wife to have her voice in the marriage. The husband cannot forget that she has the right and the freedom...

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