The Market Place
A Poem by Jim Nasium

The Market Place is actually an poetic experiment...

Just for something different, mostly because I feel like a Mad Scientist left alone for too long in his laboratory over here recently, I thought I would experiment and actually try to blend two different poetic styles [aabb & abab] just to see IF it would work; a Frankenstein Monster of sorts of a Poem if you would...

Never the less to be honest with you I think I managed to pull it off, and found a flow that allowed two different poetic styles to blend, and not only blend, but mesh....
What do you think?


The Market Place

I am new here in this town
but I can clearly hear the sound
of the open air Market Place
things move slow here; no Rat Race

I want to go to the Market Place
they got every thing there
going to the Market Place
is like going to The Fair

I make my way down the narrow street
say hello to everyone I meet
they all look like I am from outer space
I am the stranger in this place

I'm going to go to the Market Place
I know they got every thing there
going to the Market Place
is like going to The Fair

I see fresh fish and veggies too
some things old and some things new
every one has "a deal" for me
this is the way life should be

I like to go to the Market Place
I'll find every thing there
going to the Market Place
is like going to The Fair

They give me coffee and offer rice
then show me ganja I say nice
there's banana and papaya too
so many wonderful things for you

I love the Market Place
they got everything there
a day at the Market Place
is like going to The Fair

I hang around and spend some time
slowly locals realize I'm
not like other gringos they met
I am some one they'll never forget

I enjoy the Market Place
every thing I want is there
time spent at the Market Place
is like going to The Fair

Conversation is in the air
they talk about me but I don't care
I just do what I want to do
every thing here is still so new

I love the Market Place
they got everything there
when I'm at the Market Place
it's like going to The Fair

I see people pointing at me
hear them say I should never be
in this place where no gringos go
but I want them all to know

I love the Market Place
they got every thing there
a day spent in the Market Place
is like going to The Fair

A pretty woman smiles at me
she offers her self but not for free
I buy us some fruit cheese and bun
she wants her payment before we're done

I love the Market Place
they got every thing there
down at the Market Place
it's like going to The Fair...

From sun up to sun down
the Market Place is the best place around
you can get any thing you need
even plant your wild seed

I love the Market Place
they got every thing there
going to the Market Place
is like going to The Fair...
©2006 Jim Nasium

The Market Place

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