Seller Poems - Poems about Seller

The Flower Seller Amelia wares un- cuticled painted nails, She hop scotches a pirate on one leg, Tip-toeing long sun cast morning shadows, beneath billowing hand stitched, salty sails; Under an early Sun, fingers whir in a motion sweet, directing an imaginary rainbow of colours to run, In the trodden silk grass; marked in herbs and fallen pears,...

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I side-stepped the chicken seller I am an observer in these parts many, many years ago I knew a song and worked these very streets, alive singing, selling, when I was him this one seems to be surviving, hmm… but like I say, I'm just here now to observe ...

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Every day, the undercover soldier Used to buy her big balloons Red, blue, yellow, green, colourful and free In those lazy afternoons She let them fly with a smile on her face Her laughter ringing around He watched her do that every single day And yet bought her balloons round One day, he had to go for his duty He gave her pink, new...

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What you picked up at the junction Will end up serving no function, Mine; The Bold Voice of Lord God’s seer, Though the message might stab like spear… Tears for the buyer of fake good, Who’d seen it and forgot to brood; Our markets they infiltrate, More items we adulterate The products whose cost is dear: Because they spellbind, no...

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will never be poor who in this life, lives selling smiles... !...

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Limerick 1 – The sausage seller I used to know a sausage seller called Franz Who could never resist a dance But whenever he was waltzing Mice were assaulting And stealing his wurstchen Whenever he gave them the chance....

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Once I said, “A great world this would be if it somehow became excuse-free.” We no longer could say, “I will do that some day if I get around to it. We’ll see!” If we’re honest, we all will admit there are times when we don’t want to quit doing things we enjoy to do chores that annoy. Others’ trust in us then...

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Callum is an old-fashioned man on the verge of becoming history’s memory Ancient even in that he holds only one job but that is for privation of another Sort of a whiz kid at what he does and his curriculum vitae very straight forward Has always been a paper boy since back in those days when news...

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I will be a witness to this To all this bad business Practice gets lost in the need for money Quality drops when you question it they act funny Saying they are right and the customer is the dummy Are you going to stand or stay for it Even though you were the one that paid for it Work hard every...

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What's the point of an Ice Cream seller In the English Summer Weather If I wanted a Flake in a soggy cone On a freezing wet day Id move to Alaska And feed it to a Seal Or a Polar Bear In exchange for a Fish I could turn into a dish To warm me up Instead of making me colder Than I already...

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So many good stories inside and every last one is true Oh! how my Lord Jesus died this from an insiders view Daniele's new friend the lion or Lots wife turning to salt Yeah, I know you're not buying and aren't one to exalt How 'bout Joseph's amazing journey no the other one The one who was sold into...

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You Love Lord...

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A Best Seller This would make a wonderful song, When in his arms you always belong And a great guitar player he now is; A beat or a note he will never miss. First song he sang was about me And how much I was meant to be While waiting how my heart did beat, Every time when we both would meet. Now he...

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The Carpet Seller and Dali Lama The carpet seller in Cascais is tall wears kaftan and his ebony face looks as a relief of an Egyptian Farao…. Carries his carpets on his forearm (like an offering) and show to tourists who sit drinking cold beer at pavement cafes. When they ask how much he...

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A female tongue pushes me down from the swing of sleep. Rain kids rouse the stink of railway track in the dawn. A long chain of complaints tinkles on her lips. Worries about her female children at home rise up like the black smoke from the train. His liquor reddened half opened eyes gaze at the life-like-fan – its rotation makes...

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