Short Marketplace Poems
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Out in the street a couple in embrace
made a lurid scene in the marketplace.
The shoppers gathered to shout
“your love we don’t ever doubt,
but get a room to shun public disgrace”.
Will it be the actors?
Will it be the singers?
Or will it be the dancers
Who bring the Gospel
With a twist?
Or will it be the pastors,
The apostles and the prophets,
The teachers and evangelists?
Boots with attitude
Tromped into the marketplace
Chopping up parquet floors
Approaching me
Stomping closer and closer
I backed away
Terrified of this woman
It takes super confidence to wear boots like this
And these boots are not just made for walk’n.
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Don't like the weather... wait 5 minutes, then shoot yourself in the face
An old saying with a twist but better than leaping face first into a fireplace
Surely would be painful
Maybe even fatal
Need to wear a mask to disguise your disfigurement at the marketplace
Don't like the weather... wait 5 minutes, then shoot yourself in the face
An old saying with a twist but better than leaping face first into a fireplace
That surely would be painful
Maybe even distasteful
Need to wear a mask to disguise your disfigurement at the marketplace
senryu / senryu series
the marketplace
well-dressed mannequin
speaks to shoppers
~~~~~~~~
without knowing
the well-dressed manneqin
beckons shoppers
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eye-speak
the well-dressed mannequin
beckons shoppers
fluid salesman
fools only himself
by sleight-of-mouth
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Zulu drum
Egyptian people gather
Chant for freedom
Sesame seed music
Power to the soul
Amazing marketplace
Amazing fortress
Military gather power
Zulu drum
Mosques chant
Church goers pray
Lonely Wolf cries out
The Pyramids shake
Large question mark on the future
One thing can change they say
Egyptian boulders
Form:
In the marketplace,
from a woman vegetable vendor
a bazar cow snatched away
a big mustard plant.
She shouted at the cow
rebuking it with the foulest words
she could muster
while the cow relishing it's loot.
An old Street dog,
loving life ,
rested in a shaded corner
looked at the youthful cow
with envy.
Dying Alive
by Odin Roark
Cultivating
Seeding
Nurturing
Weathering
Gathering
How generous the bounty
Bruised and perfect
Life’s full basket
Hoisted upon the shoulders of experience
Carried as pain’s reward
Needing not a marketplace
Accepting fruition as recompense
Knowing wealthy are those
Who die healthy of mind
Dying Alive
by Odin Roark
Cultivating
Seeding
Nurturing
Weathering
Gathering
How generous the bounty
Bruised and perfect
Life’s full basket
Hoisted upon the shoulders of experience
Carried as pain’s reward
Needing not a marketplace
Accepting fruition as recompense
Knowing wealthy are those
Who die healthy of mind
NEWS
Look, urgent!
what good news...
the poetry
invaded
the land...
MARKETPLACE
this market
in low need
urgently from
poetry
and prose...
ALTRUISM
Poet,
do not think
in money,
in power, but
just think poetry...
NEW ORDER
For
perfect understanding
and harmony... let's live
the religion of poetry
all day...
Cut from glass
Cut from flesh
My steel windows peer
From hilltops to the marketplace
Rotary clubs banishing good taste
With taxes to fill up the State
Now following fault lines
To earthquake insure the day, stay awake
Insurance claims fake a new mistake
Numbers surround the climax of fate
Urging paper weights to cover shifting sands
Allow us to stand anew
TAKE ME TO A MARKETPLACE
Take me to a marketplace
where I can get a rose garden
in exchange of my old pen.
Take me to a marketplace
where I can buy hundreds of trees
with just a handful of seeds.
Take me to a marketplace
where I can trade my old book
with one library nice and good.
Take me to a marketplace
where what I have is so much,
so much more than enough.
I saw a man going down the street,
I thought it odd, he had no feet.
I saw a woman by a newspaper stand,
I thought it odd, she had no hands.
I saw a girl smelling a rose,
I thought it odd, she had no nose.
I hadn't gone another pace,
I saw a boy who had no face.
I saw it all, such a disgrace,
To set of a bomb in a marketplace.
For the Innocent People of Baghdad.
© Dave Timperley 2013.
We can set the game
with new wagers
Economy is but a ribbon of fear
The time is near
To dismantle capital banter and borders
And bring in the new prodigy
Love is tribal wealth
No one hoards
And everyone saves
Because there's nothing to save
Ownership is a flaw
I've seen throughout life
The pompous pilgrimage
That is really a sacrilege
Dismantle all power
That does not serve
A democracy of love
That we can truly earn
The only remedy for wrongdoing
is to begin doing right.
The only lasting redress of grievance
is the continuous act of kindness.
This is our betrothal, our marriage,
our family, children, friends.
Love stands waiting in the marketplace.
Who can afford to approach it?
We live in its ambience and breathe its expectation.
The giver of flowers brings us hope
and asks nothing in return.
Christopher M. Swan 2009
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Virtual Town Square
David J Walker
The marketplace is teeming with noise
From the beginnings of early morning meetings
Rumors and warnings about
The strange faces from places you
Never heard of before
The penumbra provided protects the
Interpretation of selective vision
Mnemonic recitations guide
Approved cogitation
That gather communities together
Into their one true form of a
Virtual town square
Where
Freedom of thought disappears
Bits 'n Pieces of my soul
to be downloaded by the Marketplace
(or souled for a pittance at your request)
Doth thou find me Likeable?
God Bless my Fakebook Self!
All the shiny bots N pieces I've manicured just for you?
Why, they're just a miniscule reflection
An endless mirror,
scattered pixellated gems--
An electronic finger pointing back at Me.
The manicured, curated Me I've
divvied up for you to see, Yes--
but Nonetheless, you didn't protest;
Or did Thou?
We were like ancient Egypt’s Joseph and Julekha
You attracted me
But guilty feelings barred me again and again
From making love to you
We were like two flowers on a branch of tree
A stranger has plucked you up
And sold you in the marketplace
We were like two birds singing a love song
A storm has separated us and we are lost
Now we are like one soul having two bodies
Living in two separate worlds all day all night
With hopes and dreams like a dying supernova
Every shot of grief and pain
commences the grand experiment
once again,
delineating material differences
in the various types of neglect,
the techniques and attitudes
that too often lead to violence,
and the denial of blame.
Sadly, it always comes to naught:
bought players
mouthing contrived words,
obeying contrary voices,
concluding with self-serving decisions
determined in advance by
those who buy weak souls
in the marketplace of cowardice.
There once was an old man in Greenwood town,
his subtle color blindness he didn’t own.
Red to him was shades of green,
traffic lights, trouble umpteen,
tickets came plenty from police who’d frown.
Wife once said, when you go to marketplace
buy red tomato, salad bowl to lace.
Fresh green potato he brought,
angry wife’s red face was fraught,
she turned green alien from outer space.
March 15, 2019
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