Merchant Poems | Examples

The silk merchant

Silk merchant 's gaze, a practical sweep,
Fine thread he seeks, where shadows sleep.
A finger points, with eager grace,
"This crimson hue, a rare embrace!"

Young maiden stands,with eyes so deep,
My mother's hand, it secret keep.
The silkworm spun a crimson stain,
Where pain and love, did interwine.

"Her wounded hands, the thread did hold"
A sacrifice, a story to told.
The silk, it glows, with life's own fire,
A mother's love, that "burns no higher".

Merchant's hand is still it's quest,
A sudden weight, upon his breast.
No words he speaks, no price he names,
But feels the sting, of hidden flames.

He sees not silk, but crimson Tide,
Where love and loss, forever ride.
The silent tears, the woven plea,
A mother's heart, eternally.
                                                          ~Byeol

The Merchant of Venice Has Gone Missing From My Classroom Shelf

Now, I suspect the economics teacher
But he suspects me and
The case goes on into the term
As we gently move 
From one story to another 

But I've got all the other plays, so they look good
Break time and lunch time 
Offer time for time to call witnesses 
Or suspects one by one 
They file in looking confused and disconcerted

Like ordering a sandwich in a trench coat
Tripping out and seeing floating cheese
I'm trying to engage in a conversation
I'm trying to teach with a blocked ear
Zedonks and why IKEA has no windows

That play's rubbish anyway.

Jesus the Merchant

He taught in stone temples 
bricks built on law,
in the streets, he preached
and the people did thirst
at his heavenly decree,
that could raise nations 
from the daunting sea.

Found on the highway
of the king of Jerusalem,
Jesus Bar Joseph,
crown of crowns
on his fabulous mane,
He was like a merchant
buying goods for our souls
selling in the marketplace
old memories, old songs.

Till he did kneel
to a kings zeal
carrying the drift of souls
burdened by the sin of
a world grim and cold,
he bought us at a great price
like a true merchant indeed.

Sitkan Spice Merchant

Fish flesh ceiling marinades evening in mandarin
  Paprika streaks Alaskan sky, an exploded pumpkin
  Garish stretch marks bruise tumid buttocks
  Jack-o'-lantern flicker silhouettes summits 
  
  Door open draught steers me over masts, a compass
  North chill Turmeric tingle bitterness burns sun jus
  Snuffs frail wick candle into cavern skull sockets
  Frigid fuselage discarded from flamboyant firey rocket

   Hulls doubled on calm harbour curl fetal forget me not
   Petal precious postcard sends rocking sleep to yachts
   Resistant pristine peaks poke holes blood gush painful 
   Ski slid accident on apex restores pale flesh to angel

   Pressed panes mist to witness her wings in awe, glory! 
   Nest of pick up sticks prickle, due dusk warns me
   Crept shadows of chalets' thatched porches protect
   Navy as battle ships torn apart, needle inks inject

Love Is Not Merchant

Love is not a merchant
it doesn't keep count
it's not how much or what
but why and how it counts

Better dandelions
from heart of love
than diamonds
from heart of stone



Third Place Winner - Jack Webster: Workshop Adjectives Deleted

Realities Fixed Price

Realities of life will not relent                                                 
                                 idealistic hopes cannot compete
                                  
                                 Begrudgingly we pay full recompense
                                 Requisites of life's payments to meet

                                 We seek to bargain price or new contract
                                  the offer is rejected...out of hand
                                  
                                  With nothing to offer life's merchant
                                  realities fixed price, he'll not amend.

Word Merchant

In a crisp surge
Watch tale emerge
In strokes that urge


Poise in clear choice
Fling succinct voice
To forfeit noise


Words shift and shape
To dive and drape
The final cape


Works of pure grace
Now fits the face
Where time holds place 




Leon Enriquez
27 October 2019
Singapore

Ne Jamais Repliquer

5 cups of heavy cream
3 cups of pureed shrimps
2 cup of crawfish
2 cups of crab meat
1 1/2 cup of cooked polish sausage( minced)
5 cups of chicken stock
1/2 cup of olive oil and flour roux( 1/2 c of flour and 1/2 olive oil cook tannish brown)
2 tablespoons of cayenne pepper
1 cup of sauteed onions
1  cup of minced celery
1 cup of red bell pepper
1/4 cup of chopped garlic
1/4 cilantro
1/2 cup of lemon juice
1/4 sherry

in a pot add roux and garlic and vegetables,
bring to a simmer
add sausage, shrimp, crab, crawfish
add sherry
add stock and allow the stock to thicken
add cream and remove from the heat.
serve with egg noodles or rice and yeast rolls.

Merchant

Buy and sell
Cast odd spell


Goods now churn
A kind turn


Lots to please
In fine ease


Tease and toss
Bear with loss


Earn your keep
Smile and weep


Deep dream daze
Craft fine craze


Odds and ends
Bleed your blend


Gain not vain
Stake most plain


Quest for more
Fill your stores


On the way
Live fine play


Cash is king
Watch time fling




Leon Enriquez
27 September 2018
Singapore

Merchant Fleet

The merchant ship 
The ship leaves Rotterdam
sail to the med, and through the Suez channel
into the red sea, the vessel arrives at an oil terminal
and all you see is pipelines storage tanks and sand,
then the ship goes back the same way.
The sea in its different mood can be lovely to look
at but after some time it gets boring.
Or a containership jam-packed with boxes that
load and unload I record time there is no time to go ashore
and explore. After a year of this tedium, you go home
and have seen nothing but oil tubes.

The Merchant Beguile

the merchant beguile
sat not sanded, miracle mile
what went where whence
was their way, around the fence
in American fen
gators and crossbow
sickened accosted
absolutely aware
awed without care
float and flutter
your way through this life
see me clear
back to my wife

Not a Merchant

Words, you're not buying
Attention, you're not buying
Why am I still here...
A bouquet of emotions
Not selling, you understand

The Sublime Dream of a Wealthy Merchant

O Serenissima,*fabled city 
guarding the bluest lagoon, remain
the Queen of the Adriatic Sea;
on a gondola I glide while
the gondolier sings to luminous stars.

Under bridges of moonlight,
mysteries increase by the dozen;
standing on the Bridge Of Sighs,
a fair-haired girl leans forward 
blowing kisses to a gorgeous boy 
who stops and smiles back tenderly.

On the topmast he awaits early daylight,
unfurled sails excite his spirit never
fraught. He looks back for a last time, 
surroundings whet his curiosity;
behind him stand buildings of break
and stone that have endured time's fury.

The eastern sun comes up slowly,
he rubs his moist eyes and sighs;
his tall ship is ready to depart
for lands rich of exotic spices;
they will be traded for linen 
textiles and beautiful glassware. 

Months will pass, probably years,
a wrinkle or two will appear
on his sun-tanned forehead 
beneath his fluttering red velvet hat;
he will think of Venice before sleep-
the sublime dream of a wealthy merchant.   


* Serenissima: The most serene

Cold Play - the Merchant of Venice

Are money and blood not just signs,
Of vitality, of love, sex and family?
‘Cos your relationships should be stable,
By definition they should be believable.

Just being related by blood to someone,
Doesn't mean you love them in motion,
And so you must engender the pipers,
Of goodness: trust, dignity and emotion.

Your father should also be your role model,
To endorse your moral values and determination,
As your partner can never be purchased - 
Only material goods and the home in earnest. 

If he is not, then you should acquire,
The person of your character’s desire,
With whom you can recall and ruminate,
To discuss that which you do not hate.

Fortune, I'm sure, follows the genuine, 
Those who upon valour and truth call,
Those who receive goodness and love,
In return, and not a religious scrawl.

Sea Merchant

Time comes in waves,
People, in places.
Words come out of their shells
as true colours always change them.
God is given to glory,
to glory- destination lands in two:
In the right hand of a creature that has breached its reading code
And in the eyes of a teacher,
leading a school of fish back through the fundamental basics

The latter lathers loosely on linguistic intent
For intent is driven by lifeboats
that write the shores as landing in them,
just so.

The reader's digest delivers intelligence as notes on a keyboard;
Consequently who plays the creativity of the boats tends back to the reader
quite a mouthful

After all, people are people
True colours will drive them around the world.
How yesterday's conclusions reach tomorrow,
is a mere hum
lodged in the back of your throat.

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