Markets Poems - Poems about Markets

Dionysus Markets Asphodel

Mayst tell them, though they leave a sacred land,
Where every inch with rich conception spanned,
With diligence, in Hades mayst they find
A path that to Elysian Fields doth wind.

So many burdens, all the Earth now mars;
So many pleasures, circumstance doth slay;
Enough, I say, of all of this, be done.
For what becomes of all your struggles here,
But

Farmers Markets Matter

Wee ditty about the loudly, proudly beating heart of our oh so pretty city.

No hustling..strolling along...to the rolling soundtrack..bustling throng

A musky busker hums, strums and sings their husky song...

Familiar faces..fayre made with care..displayed with flair to share..

Tip top one stop shop..rare.. hallowed not fallowed places.  

Grab a seat...have a natter..nab a moreish treat..baffled by

In the battle of markets, where influences clash relentlessly

In the battle of markets, where influences clash relentlessly,
In every war, the lies of professionals resonate loudly,
Where religious fanatics, sincere to the point of incandescence,
Sell a holy crusade to defend virtue from the shadow of Evil.
In the silent march of soldiers, where the soul's turmoil is deaf,
A story is born of a world seeking salvation

Forex Trading

In the vast domain where currencies converse,
Fear and courage in the Forex universe.
It's more than a gamble, a financial ballet,
Diverse perspectives in the trading array.
Risk management, the wise trader's guide,
Navigating currents, where fortunes reside.
A dance with volatility, charts unfold,
In this market tale, stories untold.
Autotrading robots join the scene,
Executing trades with algorithms keen.
Yet amidst automation's calculated

Free Markets

One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.
One man’s pain is another man’s pleasure.
One man’s work is another man’s leisure.
Capital is both the grease and measure,
easing the exchange, relieving pressure.
Each of us has something the other wants:
cash versus dinner at a restaurant.
When fair trades occur, lots to buy and sell.
Too many regulations become hell;
lack of oversight

Portfolio

I look at my portfolio;
It makes me want to hurl.
For one day, all is calm and fine;
The swine then eats the pearl!
I do not mean to sound complaint
Like some great oafish churl,
But ups and downs like these of late?
My stomach flops and twirls.
I think that I may now know why;
I’m going to take a whirl:
The

Whale Sharks

Whale Sharks are listed as, endangered
and are found in, all tropical oceans on the planet
They are the largest fish and nothing like the Titanic
and their white spotted skin, makes them known as gentle giants

Adults are often seen feeding, at the ocean’s surface
but can dive one thousand meters, to feed on plankton
They can travel very long

Poll Markets

Voters turn consumers
Using their votes 
To buy money 
At the poll markets

Going,Going,Gone

The curfew city rustles
People begin their hustles
Transport and markets bustle, noisily
The curfew has served its purpose,obviously

We get it more clearly now
From ourselves we knew not, to protect us, how
Enter the consummate politician
He protects business interests, not the Physician

He spews numbers daily bigger
Wields authority, we figure
Advises that we borrow heavily, to save us
We get broker, as

Outdoor Markets

eye-GASMS are artful things of flesh left out by the woods /
she went were-wolves once ate meringue pie before acquiring
a human fedora and impressed all the women at the outdoor
market where butchers smoke meat and flay cigars with white
whiskered smiles.  Where were the yokes when sadness crept
over the clouds and a comedian choked on

Christmas Markets

How I love this time of year
When Christmas markets beckon!
All major cities have them
And some small towns, too, I reckon.

The festive booths display their wares,
A lot of them hand-crafted,
Their quality assuring you
That no, you won’t get shafted.

From jewelry (my favorite)
To ceramics, hats and leather,
The dealers ply their products
In whatever kind of weather.

For now’s the time

Chaos In Night Markets

When night markets begin to come alive;
Kaleidoscope  of light  glitters the street
As  sundries  pile,  welcoming a throng’s  dive
Where voices shrill to haggle for fine treat:
And cacophony rasps  like a foghorn
When perpetual hysteria rises 
Through  bargains from outfits , gems, to  sweet corn 
In  spiraled race,

Light and Dark Markets

The primary political and economic metaphor for human life on Earth,
at least here in these disuniting States,
is "market,"
with a consumer and a producer face;
robust, healthy, cooperatively self-regenerative markets
and depressed, pathologically self-degenerative disaster markets,
ripe for fear and anger mongering, abuse, 
and neglect of healthywealth market outcome planning.

Regenerative positive markets therapeutically reproduce happy and prosperous Sabbaths,
paradise places

The Markets

It’s been a choppy day for trading,
And the market’s looking wan,
Gold is sticking to its vaults
While Bitcoin faces a ban

Greece is eying the drachma,
Its kebabs now overcooked,
While Chinese knees are trembling
As America cooks its books

And as the rich get richer
And the poor man fades away,
Money, gold and diamonds,
Will always win the day.

Flea Markets

Flea Markets

I’ve shopped the local markets
You’ve all shopped ones like these
You go early in the morning
Hope for a morning breeze
They sell things nobody wants
Like padlocks without keys
And clothes so old and musty
I just can’t help but sneeze
I was really disappointed
For nowhere did I see
A single dog, or cat, or pet
That came complete with fleas
Why are

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• Long Markets Poems
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