Up Market Poems - Poems about Up Market

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DINNER’S A CHORE Dinner, my turn, nothing in the fridge Off to market, be gone a smidge Car won’t start, battery’s dead Jump it, full steam ahead Old gossips in the aisle, won’t move aside ‘Scuse me’ I croon, but they get snide Right back I get crass Suggest they kiss my ass ...

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A public market lures you in With local food and drink. From farms to people it provides A most delicious link. The booths are filled with produce, Meats and dairy (lots of cheese!) And often freshly-captured seafood, All arranged to please. Of course, there will be ethnic food, Enticing with its spices And sandwiches and pizzas Offered at amazing prices. My favorites are the baked...

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Each month a craft fair, is held at Pyree Fields in the open air. All the local crafters are there, proudly showing off their homemade fare. Behind each stall, a pair of eyes stares, hoping you will buy some of their wares, or better still, admire their works and cares, in making things, every devoted crafter shares. Step right up to the...

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Thinning wind around your ankles, rusted wings cant fly, but walk, welcome to this resentment once more, life and death, where do we go, willingly or unwillingly, here we are why not just try, go away for some time, if you decide to stay, take your life give it away, someone has done the same, for you, for me , for all...

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Stock market is crying heartfelt tears World wide depression is one of its fears It has not known this sadness, in....well.....forever And some thought a dictatorship would be so clever?...

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Jenny leaned against the counter, counting the stitches where Ariana’s arm had been severed, each segment arranged in clinical precision beneath the glass. The overhead lights hummed, sterile and white, reflecting off the muscle striations, the fine marbling of fat. The attendant, masked and impassive, weighed the cost. A rib’s soft curve. A shoulder blade,...

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If hearts were sold in the market, People would stand in queue Fighting for buying the good one Without realising that the best in the world is inside them. -Thaqiya/lazybirdnest ...

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upon the Rase a troublesome crone who meddled in the Rasen folk for she a witch! a witch! their slant and well she laid upon a cow a cursied blight a cursied spell and lo would not this neighbour’s cow go to the milking parlour so this neighbour’s daughter fraught and fair to seek a wise man, she that hour left in haste...

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on weekends, Mondays, and maybe Fridays too/ across the Bebop time zones/ people be digging at flea markets 4 Bebop jazz gold/ walkin', talkin', lookin' workin' the price/ on a table way in the back/ I dug into a crate of LPS and found jazz vinyl alongside a vacuum cleaner/ It was Mark Murphy singing vocalese/ and the young Roland Kirk...

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Beloved, let me embrace you, My touch sweeter than any virtual bliss, In this digital space, filled with coded delights, Let me revel in your pixelated perfection, Tiger, let me embrace you, My touch sweeter than any virtual bliss. Beloved, you've savored your time with me, Tell my folks, they'll send you emojis, My dad, he'll Venmo you gifts. I know where to lift...

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Mary rushes to the market, To buy biscuit, bread, butter, Finds fabulous fare for Fluffy, Crochety cantankerous cat of her! Bobby loves leafing through books, Bubbles blows bothersome brother, Baby yells sky-rocketing loud, Daddy hugs and kisses her! Green grass growing gorgeous, Georgie gladly ready to mow, Dorothy demands dance costume, Mommy merrily decides to sew!...

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New Yam Death brings life New, tender and green Earth brown, immaculate white The priest heralds her coming The town crier drums it The farmer dances to the market It's time to celebrate Let loose the masquerades Celestial visitors from yonder Let the melody of the odó Echo the birth of the new yam Like the birth of a newborn The drums are rolled out The market...

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I leave buying food at the market to the spouse... one helluva comparative humdinger savvy shopper, who can rattle off the best buy for most any given item, at the drop of a hat analogous to baseball fanatic (unlike myself who knows and cares nothing about the game) spewing forth Batting average (BA), on-base percentage (OBP), and slugging percentage (SLG) often referred to...

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In the markets, a wounded dollar sighs, IEA cuts oil demand, to no surprise. Stocks stride to records, touching the sky, With eyes on CPI, the reason why. The Japanese yen, in decline it stays, Interest rate differentials pave the ways. The Fed needs low inflation signs, they wait, For CPI results to decide their fate. Bitcoin speculation, 2.8 million hold tight, In the...

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