When might they be swarming the market
Eardrums deafening with pure racket:
The at-all-times mad desire
That makes importer a messiah:
Shipping bent on vomiting the goods
Over which the dying user broods…
A consumer’s quest for the newness
One’s government checks with a shrewdness,
Never ceasing to the Brisk Things tax,
A big loss should she choose to be lax…
Soon, Importer: Stinking Billionaire,
For this no research questionnaire:
“The checks know they should spare The Foreign
And just let the Enriching Thing reign.”
Do imports an economy kill?
You forgive them: citizens they thrill;
Their belief they’re in Europe fulfill
And variation stop from standing still…
Or else quadruple your exports,
Never compromised in their transports;
The other way of ploughing seaports
And a shake-up giving to Airports…
Your importations make China smile!
She sees you going that kind mile;
For Nigeria keeping a friend’s file.
But watch it: you stop venom-rich bile…
Don’t stop asking for electronics:
Your fun-loving kid’s animatronics.
Categories:
seaports, business, change, money,
Form: Rhyme
A view of the fifties
lifebuoy, A soap a remember well on ships
there was no other soap it had a strong masculine scent
for those who didn't use Floyd aftershave.
We seamen were a clean race always a shower after work
and those who did not were soon persuaded to shower
and keep clean or, they had to take their food outside.
When going ashore in seaports in Britain, it was grey and
it appeared colour had not been invented.
The pubs closed early and were thick of cigarette smoke.
We usually ended up in a fish& chips shop, some of them
had tables made of Formica and not too clean.
What made life bearable was the many women, not prostitutes
but not sparing with what they had to offer.
Since there was nowhere to go, the loving was done in a dark
alleyway standing up leaning against a piss soaked wall.
Going back onboard to a well-lit ship and warm bunk was heavenly.
Categories:
seaports, confidence, corruption, creation,
Form: Blank verse
RAIN
rapid rain recurred
riders rushing recklessly
rinsed running ramblers
SAFETY
sudden storm surges
sailing ships searching seaports
survive safely soon
TREATMENT
trace total trouble
test temperature timely
treating tactfully
Let the Pens Flow - Alliteration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jenish Somadas
Date: 19/07/2020
placed : 2nd
Categories:
seaports, rain, storm,
Form: Alliteration
Pale sleep awakens.
Another light scorns the earth
as crooked fingers lash down,
their jagged streaks slashed by
nagging pall puffs, shattered
by lofty white swirls.
Breath drawn in- then out,
burying itself in rusted, fallowed
dreams and nettled streams of
daylight bleeding through
slatted blinds.
Humming drones of life
whine along bustling streets.
Sphinxian machinery grinds
stone to dust, settling somewhere,
lost in a terra incognita- finding homes
in pink blushed skies, and seaports where
the smell of fish and oil hover over wharfs.
Market flowers wag brilliant heads,
seeking homes. Songbirds scold,
haggling over baptism in shallow basins.
Dead leaves rattle on pavement,
scratching destinies, left to southern winds.
The sun tips its hat to the moon,
and slides to an end...to begin again.
Categories:
seaports, change, creation, day, destiny,
Form: Free verse