Markets Poems - Poems about Markets

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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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....

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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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