Short Vendors Poems

Who did stick your lips?

Lipstick vendors in trouble!...

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Through raindrops I walk 
streets still fill up with vendors 
money to be made...

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Summertime in Philippines
Where cart vendors park
Thirsty customers line up
To taste the cool fruit
Young sweet coconuts!
Pure Local 
Juice!...

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The good ole days 
When fences were low 
And Venice was Venice 
Wild, crazy and care free 
With Good ole harry perry 
And vendors & entertainers...

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Carried by the sights and smells, he waxed quixotic,
with sounds of vendors hawking wares, quite hypnotic,
a smorgasbord from mundane to the exotic,
yet all the while, undertones verged on chaotic.

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An Awit: 12a:12a:12a:12a, as a single sentence narrative...

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All you see are gifts and lights in the mall 
         Loads of Christmas trees standing tall
No wise men in sight 
            Vendors in a retail fight
The gist is lost in their race to enthrall 










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The fish know I’m coming

Turtles line the logs
Swans parade in pre-game frenzy
Geese honk from the cheep seats
Muskrat groundskeepers tend the “field”
Bullfrog-voiced announcers “harrumph” the goings on
Dragonfly vendors work the crowd

The fish know I’m coming

The game is on…….


John G .Lawless
©6/11/2017...

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If I make awards of the national kind
I pray I do not make them blind
To miss the true entrepneurs we have
The vendors villified in the street
Running from MoBay to city sav
Investing only hope and the dusty feet
These through rain and sleepless
Return again and again. I applaud them
That sort of stones you never called a gem....

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I remember when
bell-bottom pants were a fashion;
I wore them not thinking I was a hippie
protesting war with contention...
mom was afraid I'd be drafted and lose me.


I remember when 
an ice cream cone cost only a dime,
all its ingredients were truly natural;
now, all vendors compete and mime...
one can't find that one that's sensational....

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I wish you were a boy. 
The ones my mother talks about with a forkful of mole poblano. 
Singing me a fantasy of wedding cake and children. 

Her passion threads a life of regret for me.
Sewing me up like a street vendors maría doll. 
Finishing me off with a gown and a man. 
How cruel....

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I sat alone waiting for Debbie;
a table was reserved
in the third row
facing the cheerful street,
where vendors
sold roses to happy lovers
who wished me,
" Happy Valentine! "


All the other tables were taken,
one was left half-empty;
strange looks I got from everyone...
they were puzzled, " who is he waiting for? "
Then, warm tear fell on my roses....

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At this juncture
Of vehement condolences
At this juncture
Of false reproaches
The vendors did not venture a plea
Yet the gods are still waiting
In their uncertain shrine –

Dearest V.C. –
Some celebrate in it still
Some calibrate in it still
The forest mourns the logs;
Salute the ill-bands of vigilantes
Who daily shock the peace –
Thanks: yours roused & watch-lad!...

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Barriers



Lovable, joyful, tremendous engagement 
shadowed by trainers, running faster and faster
trying to catch up
trying to slow it down
As I run in circles to tire them down

Measurable, hopeful, life vendors selling empty dreams
standing in the sun, every last damn machine
trying to stop us
trying to make us believe
As I run through them.
	This is my life
	     I Lead...

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Four season state
Humid with frozen
Organic and dairy
To moving forward
Cows and fraccing
Cheeses and metal
Cranberry bogging
Furniture vendors
Lumber years past
Nature its center
Those unmentioned
Always remembered
Any native spirit
Without exception
Packers call home
Barging on rivers
Schooling Badgers
Big river brother
Paper and welding
Milling and ships
One Midwest state
Wisconsin working...

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Between emerald mountains there
Markets sprawl under Dominican feet
Cycles a buzz up, down around the square
I watch as the palm leaves senoritas sweep 

Ladies beneath basket heads walk the broken streets
Taps upon my shoulder as youthful vendors beg them bare
Along with a blinding kindness of the underlying thieves
Because I am the foreign, the strangness to make them stop and stare...

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Standing atop a blade of grass
Closing in toward the edge
Beard balancing a dangling ass
As it looms over the edge

Danger heeds below the passers by
Unknowing underneath the eave
A lightly plop from just up high
A souvenir before they leave

Vendors and markets as summer booms
Quirks and perks of a grass topped roof
The strife and life of the goats of Coombs
In the clackety clack of a mischevous hoof...

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Spent today at a Flea Market with she,
All for nothing, nothing for free,
Bought some clothes for she,
A potplant for me, no weed,
Food and books  I didn't need,
All for nothing, nothing for free,
Anything old was new again,
Vendors on the gravy train,
All for nothing, nothing for free,
But, I had fun today with she,
Sunshine and good company,
Simple things in life are free, 
Flea market was such fun with she!...

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Green leaves listless languor lushly suspended

Dew glistening on grassy fields in early morn

Breeze gathering, cumulous clouds upended

Sun's rays burning through atmosphere's haze, reborn

Sweet corn on the cob gracing street vendors' stalls

Ice cream creations on cones piled up so tall

Love's blossoms on flower petal arrangements

Bridal showers, joyous wedding engagements


                   July 09, 2018...

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What could they be all about?
I'd tell you: For what we'd scout,
When our passions for them shout.
What groups cannot do without;
Once one neglects each a flout...

Cash crop farms say fertile lands,
The Builder Mason Good Sands,
Marching-to-War Soldiers: bands,
The Ring Fighter: two hands,
All Seasoned Smokers: their brands,
Newspaper Vendors: news-stands.

Book of Records: What is grand,
South Africa, now: The Rand....

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Vendors ready,
About an hour til start,
Year plus of prep,
It's no walk in the park

Creative drive in full speed,
Every situation plants a seed,
Networking channel in high demand,
Without it small guys fall in quick sand

Alive with the childhood glow
Proud of their fleets, it's shows,
Displays plotted to attract consumers
One showcase highlights Honeymooners,

The goal is to break even,
No instructions, just play the game Steven.....

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Sylph-like is my way to describe her,
an angel who's great at the game
of chewing out all of our vendors,
a tempest, not timid or tame.

She wants what she wants when she wants it,
for her being late is a crime,
she'll scold them for keeping her waiting:
"No way, just be 'ON TIME' next time!"

There is a soft side to her nature,
a temptingly feminine take,
but she'll get what she wants, you believe it,
don't get in her way, she won't brake!...

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Sylph-like is my way to describe her,
an angel who's great at the game
of chewing out all of our vendors,
a tempest, not timid or tame.

She wants what she wants when she wants it,
for her being late is a crime,
she'll scold them for keeping her waiting:
"No way, just be 'ON TIME' next time!"

There is a soft side to her nature,
a temptingly feminine take,
but she'll get what she wants, you believe it,
don't get in her way, she won't brake!...

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The vendors on the corners
Popped up everywhere like weeds,
With all that glitzy New Year’s stuff
That everybody needs:

The sparkly light-up glasses
Flashing 2014;
The groggers, horns and necklaces
To jazz the New Year scene.

The hats displayed are every type,
In felt or neon plastic – 
Derby and Fedora,
Even top hats, quite fantastic.

Festivity’s contagious
And for puttin’ on the Ritz
To welcome in the brand-new year,
You’ve gotta have some glitz!...

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india is not the same
india is not the same

virus in the air of room
virus on the floor
it is a death wave

india is not the same
india is not the same

street vendors offering rotton bananas
street people consuming rotton bananas
it is a hunger wave

india is not the same
india is not the same

men are mortal
stars become dead stars
like darkness in morning after end of sun
it is end of the world wave

india is not the same
india is not the same...

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In a town of a place not too far from near,
lays a market in a corner pocket hidden from most eyes and ears. 

The sign of location to this unmarked market of a place, is left difficult to see even when in your gasping face.

The irony of this place is to which is sold, out with the new and in with the old. 

The vendors are mean and iceburg cold, so keep in line and do what your told.

If they point an arrow of a finger your way, run straight home and don't stray....

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