Short Merchant Poems
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Words, you're not buying
Attention, you're not buying
Why am I still here...
A bouquet of emotions
Not selling, you understand
There once was a merchant called Stan.
Sold lotion to girl and to man.
He was nice, not rude,
but the beach was nude.
He admired bronzed, lineless tan!
My friend is shy, ‘cause we call her ‘Pumpkin’.
With great trepidation, she enters the gym
A look at her behind;
And the instructor declined.
“By the time ‘YOU’ are thin, fat will be ‘IN’”
“With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come”
From The Merchant of Venice by Shakespeare
I enjoy the mirth
I like the laughter
I can do without the old wrinkles!
For fine pearls a young merchant was seeking
and found one of high value, exceeding.
Having sold all he had,
what he bought made him glad,
as if to heaven he was ascending.
Matthew 13.45-46
Can the beauty really fall in love with the beast...?
Can the rich really fall in love with the merchant...?
Can the princess fall in love with who prepares her feast...?
Can the woman fall in love with the man so different...?
Some are contractors-
Some to supply-
Some are drones in offices-
Some in courts tell lie-
Where can I but sell-
Can anyone tell-
The dreams and thoughts of life-
Can anyone tell me-
How to be the merchant of dreams?
(sami)
Form:
Hot in pursuit
A detective's game in a craps shoot
Wheelin the carnival gust
Stealing pride from merchant dust
Now its locking in straight
A mission to generate fate
Blast time and its irritants
To live free and clear like serpants
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
My message is solemn.
When driving, don't text
or you will be next
in the obituary column.
To long stay a driver
don't drive and phone either.
For many a merchant addicted to speed
a slow-moving hearse fulfills the last need.
Summer rain
Sidewalk chalkboard eraser
Nature’s dust mop
Gutter gurgling street cleaner
Cold tickles soaking a smile
Awakener of worms
No hands car wash
Childhood puddle dreams
Umbrella salesman
Mud merchant
The hush
Upon the edge of heat
Blinded by numbers
and rich possessions,
he compiles each gain
with eyes fixed on wealth
knowing not love’s touch--
how poor the merchant.
2.”Happiness doesn't lie in the objects
we gather around us. To find it,
all we need to do is open our eyes.”
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
Merchant of moments
Peddling the past
A hourglass high
A present that never lasts
Slave to silience
Disguising the deceit
A tongued tied echo
A truth that's never discrete
Time may beget actuality
Expectation elicits emotion
A tacit torture
A sensation that's never chosen
There was a merchant who sold and said: -
Milk, white milk, give me silk?
Honey, golden honey, give me money?
And
There was a man who shared and spoke: -
Wine, red wine, for all divine
Fish, grey fish, five thousandth dish
Bread, brown bread, arise the dead
07/04/2010
Form:
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
The postman blinked
The man winked
The pan burned
The girl learned
The bell rang
The boy sang
The leaf fell
Will the merchant sell?
The pipe banged
The chimes clanged
The woman shopped
The cook chopped
The bird chirped
A senior sang in church
The baker whisked
The file was on the disk
Whitecaps grow larger at the shore
Swells on the open ocean
Toss merchant ships to and fro
As the Sea exerts its dominance
The apathy of the ocean
Is evident
It's towering waves crash violently
Into the face of the shore
Eroding its existence
Frightening yet enchanting
That is the paradox of the
angry ocean
The merchants rise
In the early morn
Preparing their wares
Then setting prices
The people enter
Looks around them
Selecting their choices
Before their purchases
Snack bar refreshments
To refresh themselves
Then begin again
For lots of bargins
Tired merchant
Soon ready to pack
Anxious to be home
To count their cash
A line like serpent coiled round the saltpeter cart
Hoping to purchase health and healing, or
Gunfire spark
The merchant—a vendor of virtue, or vice
His ware—white wonder of alchemical craft
A dance of light and dark
He brokers that which bridges life and death
The sales of arms then sent for alms
Betwixt his quiet, a question mark
I live my
life playing
music for
the merchant.
I live my
life praying
for the
merchant.
All night
hoping he
would care.
Until he walks
the crystal
stair.
If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?" taken from The Merchant of Venice, Act 3 Scene 1
bleeding scarlet by laceration
audibly amused through titillation
beautiful ladies diminish survival
launches second shoe in reprisal
The lamb cried
The egg fried
The man worked
A woman smirked
The leaf fell
The merchant will sell
The lady cooked
The trembling girl shook
The bird.squawked
A woman walked
A dog barked
A car parked
A tired shopper
A long skirt is proper
The wind whistled
The bell indicated dismissal
The sun shone in the midst of winter
A boy cried because of a splinter
(Preciousness of the Kingdom of God)
MT 13:45-46
Again
The kingdom of heaven is like a merchant searching for fine pearls
When he finds a pearl of great price
He goes and sells all that he has and buys it.
Reflection
Heaven is a Treasure
Had Rocky milestones and obstacles
He found the treasure
Walked out on everything
Followed the path to the treasure
J.
Form:
shutter blink shutter speed
hold still i say, i will get the poloroid.
shutter catch, shutter hold,
some faithful happy side.
there is a golden resin in the air
and it settles in still time on
square shells.
thumbtacks and window light catalouge
are bright faces down the hall.
such a silly merchant desire kept
in are eyes still unfocused.