Best Call A Spade A Spade Poems
The desired Anti-Christ will have disciples
followers who carry guns and rifles
It's not known if they believe the lies
though evidence is before their ears and eye's
No matter who says it's not right
they want their way or else they'll fight
Their minions cower beneath in fright
counting votes beneath the light
Fearing not the Lord above
But paying homage to what they love
Truth and honor cannot exist
as long as their will we must resist
sence when is lyng an art
sence when did judges set not apart
sence when are laws set aside
or our Oath no longer a matter of pride
When the call is made to call a spade a spade
Dispight concerns of parties praise
And true Justice we find delayed
By lame dicisions a court has made
History eventually show hero's and villians
Heaven judges the wills of those forgiven
They seldom repent and reguard "not now"
They will not relent or disavow
They follow their lord with supplies of lies
Even though Providence and truth are near by
Don't they know it's just a matter of time
And Hell will not wipe one tear from their eye's
Striving for Political Correctness
By Elton Camp
It would just be the end
If by words we do offend.
There’s the devil to be paid
If we call a spade a spade.
“Vertically challenged” means short.
“Horizontally challenged,” a fat sort.
“Nondiscretionary fragrance” means we stink.
“Living impaired” means your’re dead I think.
“Cerebrally challenged” and you are plain dumb.
“Hispanic” and it is Mexico that you come from.
“Niceness deprived” tells that you are mean.
As “oppressor-to-be” a young boy can be seen.
“Follicularly challenged” guys really are bald.
“Gay” is what males who hump men are called.
The “residentially flexible” will live out on the street.
“Nontraditional success” and a poor man you meet.
“Economically maximized” describes one rich.
“Economically marginalized” do live in a ditch.
“Visually challenged” is the blind guy you see.
“Reality challenged” people are crazy as can be.
“Locationally challenged” folks are those lost.
“Unjust self-esteem reduction” criticism’s cost.
A “maintenance portal” is the name for a manhole.
While “sexually dysfunctional” is a perverted soul.
The garbage collector is a “sanitation engineer.”
“Petroleum transfer specialist” pumps gas I fear.
The “termination specialist” other people does kill.
“Body entrepreneur” describes a prostitute if you will.
“Factually unencumbered” are the ignorant folk.
“Alternative answer” means an error was spoke.
If lazy, then we aren’t “motivationally disposed.”
“Discretionary fragrance” and perfume is nosed.
The “chronologically gifted” are just old.
“Rustically inclined” is redneck I’m told.
“Vertically gifted” people describes those who are tall.
“Client of the correctional system” a prisoner we call.
“Cerebrally gifted” people are those who are smart.
Be “metabolically challenged,” and dead thou art.
“Nonwaged” and it is a job you do lack.
“Amorally gifted” and a crook you track.
“Knowledge conveyor” speaks of the teacher.
“Personality repressor” describes the preacher.
With a “conceptual conflict” you are not sure.
The “under-alert” just some sleep will cure.
Now we are expected to play the “correctness” game.
Which means we call almost nothing by its true name.
In keeping with that, you see,
This poem is correct as can be.
Until science can decipher our past
almost blind to reality in home truths
they are no more knowledgeable than the rest of us
as each of us walks a different path of knowledge
I find truth in the words of God
more powerful and with great conviction of meaning
than anything science has to offer
Call a spade a spade
proven wrong time and time again
results speak for themselves
we are all seeds of his olive branch
inner peace filled with faith and love
is the only science without appetite for destruction
Walk with me my Love
Beneath the summer sun
Talk with me my Love
Until the evening's done.
Stay with me my Love
Though all my youth be fled
Stay with me my Love
Please come and share my bed.
With you alone I chose to spend my life
Through all its many years.
'Tis you alone I'd have for wife
To share its joys and tears.
Let's call a spade a spade
All cards upon the table.
Live by the rules we made
The best that we are able.
Tomorrow's sun may bring Anything
Or perhaps nothing at all.
Listen close enough and angels sing
As summer raindrops fall.
Laugh with me my Love
Stars shining on your face.
Dance with me my Love
Within the night's embrace.
A raven sits in withered tree
Shall we stop to hear him croak?
What of him to you or me
Tomorrow is yet smoke.
Dream with me my Love
In the fading morning's dark.
Scheme with me my Love
In time we'll make our mark.
The bells within the chapel ring
Read words writ on a wall.
Snowgeese gather on the wing
As winter raindrops fall.
Play with me my Love
Singing in the rain.
Smile with me my Love
Begone all present pain.
Live with me my Love
Until we both grow old.
Sleep with me my Love
My shelter from the cold.
I'm all right now what I might be
With your love in my defense.
We face a thousand mysteries
This life makes little sense.
We face what ere the future brings
We heed the Siren's call.
Touch the clouds and angels sing
As summer raindrops fall.
I have a sweet friend,
I cannot see
Who has become so dear to me,
We have similar points of view
Share a sense of humour, too,
I admire her for her wit and charm,
honest opinions
Without causing harm
To those who disagree
She is compassionate and wise,
Kindness flows from her clear eyes.
She likes to call a spade a spade,
That is why our friendship stayed
And will until,
Time stands still.
Time is catching up with me,
I am much older than she.
If I seem to be going off the track
It is just a matter of fact
Age is just a number,
Not an issue,
My friend and I
Have never met
She is invisible to me
It would be lovely to meet
And chat endlessly over a cup of tea
Sadly, this cannot happen
As we live miles apart
I do not need to see Deb M's face
As I can see it in her Heart.
Keep on writing your excellent poetry, Deb. X
I'm truthful, whenever there's trouble.
So to call a spade, a spade, is just rubble!
Therefore, what I'm about to tell you,
is honest and true
I don't call it a spade - it's a shovel!
It seems we all love a good slam
So this is spurious
For the clicking Bi-Curious
Slam Furious
Everything and Everyone
Is annoying
To Wrestlers
Body Slam
God Damn
Here comes the sting
The world is your ring
Slam what you hate suffering
Call a spade a spade
Rage against the wall
Be the ball
Make the call
Call a spade a spade
Leave to cut to blade
So to have a better shape
Ears should hear
Take action and beware
Procrastination's a
disease
Grab your copy before that only compatible one gets sold
Regret comes when beauty gets old
Life gets aged
As minutes fade
Life's beautiful
Only when it's meaningful
with riches so bountiful
To enjoy man's enemy....
You just have to call a
spade a spade
And leave a waste to
waste
At times we should not be afraid
to roundly call a spade a spade.
I shrink not from a reference
to a fearful pestilence.
From Leo the king to a lowly vole,
the fear of death held all in thrall.
Even the amorous turtledove
found no appetite for love.
At last King Leo called together
birds big and small of every feather,
dogs, wolves, hares, horses, cattle,
to join a mighty fearless battle
against a woe that knew no measure,
that revealed divine displeasure.
In a tone both low and grave
the king proposed a way to save
his subjects from destruction's pit
in a way that would best fit.
"Beloved creatures, renouncing sins
alone celestial pardon wins.
Let each of us search heart and soul.
to find what error played a role
in provoking Heaven's frown,
sparing not Our royal crown.
We too have erred, let Us confess,
sharing guilt for the present mess.
Often We - Oh, truth to tell -
a flock of harmless sheep befell.
We must not omit to say,
the shepherd too his life did pay."
"Your conscience is too tender, Sire"
From all such self-reproach retire!
That shepherd got his just reward;
for humankind no tear afford.
Us animals they kill, enslave.
The world has lost but one more knave."
Thus spoke the wolves dressed in black
whose legal minds no cunning lack.
The animals told, one by one
all the wicked things they'd done
until it was a donkey's turn
to say for what his heart did burn.
"Once I was standing at a fence,
For what I did there's no defence.
I felt an urge - o woe betide! -
to munch grass on the neighbor's side.
Some demon drove me to so act.
Conscience forbid I hide the fact."
"Oh monstrous sin! Abomination!
Betrayal of the animal nation!
'Tis this wicked foolish ass
that has incurred God's wrath, alas!
The court did not brook delay.
Someone had the price to play.
Somethings are listed as a bargain
they make it sound so fine
"You can buy this for under thirty bucks"!
Whats the price? $29.99.
Wow, that's a whole penny
there's no way you can lose.
with the money you'll be saving
how could you refuse?
The current price of Gasoline
is $2.68 and nine-tenths
why not make it $2.69
wouldn't that make more sense?
The extra one-tenth of a cent
I'm sure glad I don't have to pay
it would be such a financial burden
more than I can say.
I'ld probably need a second job
which wouldn't be too great
they could relieve a lot of pressure
if the price was just $2.68.
I don't want to seem facetious
lets call a spade-a-spade
lets make the penny obsolete
then we'ld have it made.
There would be no more prices
that end in 99
they'ld likely go to the nearest buck
which is what I had in mind.
But none of that will happen
that I know for sure
that 99 is here to stay
we'll just continue to endure!
Virtual trophies (wife for I)...
offered, husbanded, and collected
when winning solitaire
Nothing beats that exaltant rush of adrenaline
watching the computer generated cards
automatically routed
to their respective suite (spot)
(after they get turned face value up)
generates countenance to evince a grin.
This heart felt diamond in the rough
gamboling ace of a man
learned to call a spade a spade
soon after joining the culture club.
Within an alternate universe
another Matthew Scott Harris
destiny manifested beckoned uber lyft,
his militant doppelganger
(created entirely of antimatter
since birth of universe)
decked out in camouflage fatigues,
dead set on collision course
to annihilate each other
if and/or when we inevitably meet.
No place exists for yours truly
to run and hide
especially hermetically sealing
(while waxing poetic) himself
with booking selfsame mortal
within a read (reed) out hideaway,
hence impossible mission
to ward off sealed fate
lest (markedly) both of us
(even if reaching out
to bridge reconciliation)
blown to smithereens
methinks I and mine nemesis
would be wiped out
(cue the Surfaris song titled wipe out)
as if Thanos snapped.
The aforementioned scenario
far more horrifying than
livingsocial within human zoo
where *****sapiens primates,
an aggregate of many
a cruel genealogical yahoo
outliers rowdy unlearned without xue,
an essential constituent
of the body electric kool aid acid test
smartass who spout colorful retorts
analogous to up the wazoo,
but much more explicit,
therefore audiological
viewer discretion advised
unless one feels confident
to cast a magic spell using voodoo
ideally invoking debilitating, horrifying,
lustrating newt trill eye zing
permanent state of danger
or threat accursed
trumpeting lout can never undo
especially when joker is wild
whereat apparatus tricked out
fastening pollexes courtesy thumbscrews
perchance re-evaluating my person
when crafting image
conveying torturous schlock
after ye did pleasantly review
other writings of mine that did skews
toward humanitarian connectedness
painstakingly minding my peas and queues
wracking my brain
regarding creativity to peruse.
Thoughts are electric that's 4 times gravity... talk about defying the laws!
How mad is we, right now!? Bet ya not as mad as me, i bet i seem mad as! crazy right!!..
Now.
How can i continue without being absurd? All i can give you is my word.
I'll keep it simple, i ain't looking for a single or a signing bonus.
To minapulate the masses can't ya see they own us.
I got my cahonas, i stand alone.
less afraid. Don't have a home and if i worked it'd be underpaid..
Call a spade a spade, it is what it is. I'll underlay and roll out the carpet.
Soften the blow when its come to the market.
I'm talkin stock if ya connect the dots, i'll show ya the elephant who never forgot.
Its all about capital, ya believe its capital! how much do ya know, about ya own little capital?
Its only the financial epicenter. Rome controls the religous sector and washington is the state acting protector.
Policing the world, killing boys and girls. Innocent i might add, wanna hurl?
Makes me sick, i ain't american..
I ain't that thick! That's stereotyping and not very slick.
I ain't that ignorant prick. So get over yaself and over it?
We hypnotised by the media, witnessed the lies and hysteria.
Thinking me inferior but i strike the fear in yer.
Remind ya of things you were made to forget.
Ya blind when they sings sounds shady and yet.
Who am i? I'm runnin outta breath
Careful when you read between the lines, unsaid
Conjecture often just assumed instead
An air of erudition and suspense
Unsure of inner meaning in this stance
For we write cautiously often indirect
Ashamed of honest error and neglect
So couch a message bearer can’t interpret
Duplicity and cagy words unfit
But if in truth we call a spade a spade
Tread on perception, honesty that may create much hate
Or jealousy or envy and revenge
And leave the truthful writer misery and stench
So some debate and study bible all their life
For meaning and interpretation strive
Or what did Shakespeare really mean?
The hidden in between perception curious and keen.
So next time when an email or letter sent
Do not leave innuendos, empty spaces cause they matter
Be careful for direct thought may provoke
And label you a callous most inconsiderate bloke.
Love’s Fatality
Love is a fickle partner
One moment it is deep like the color of a red rose
The next it is melancholy like a faded yellow lily
For the slightest interpretation of the mind
Can render it to be trivial almost useless
Inevitably time will find fissures in the walls of life
These become cracks that cannot be mended
Good intentions are mere bandages to a wound
That will not close
Slowly but surely like the wilting of a flower
The inevitable occurs
Best to remove any ill will afore it spreads
Like a cancer run amok
To call a spade a spade
Before the pain becomes too great
Love lost is better than none found
This is the plague that follows us all
Andreas Simic©
Friendship
Id like to tell a tale all about me mates, The ones who restore my sanity. . . Removes all enemies from my gates.
The friends who remain with me, The ones who’s strength i steal, The ones who have my life trust, The ones who never squeal.
It’s not difficult, these words for me are clear, Your mates are the ones that pick you up or share there final beer.
Your pal is the one who supports you, In anything you do, There is no cost there’s no amount. . . Camaraderie never blue.
Laughter, Banter, Fun,. . . It will always spin you round, A mate pulls you from the ceiling, Sews your feet back to the ground.
Will tell you “How it is” Always call a spade a spade. . . Sometimes get you locked up. . . Sometimes get you paid.
Acceptance, Understanding, Trust. . . With your mate’s that's common place, Always got your back, Never a second face.
Will stand on your shoulder, Make you feel twice the man. . . Never a cant do attitude, Always yes. . . we can.
Love of family is automatic and very strong, But to love a would be stranger, the road is perilous and long. But as my years pass, As my reflection starts to wither, I've realized my friends. . . Love in abundance you deliver.
To imagine a life without them fills my soul with darkened dread, May as well try to stop a train. . . Or curdle poison in my bread.
As there the ones who have made me, The ones who make me strong. . . Each one has a life lesson, Each one has their song.
To all my “Brothers” and all their sisters too, If you have found yourselves reading this, then the words are meant for you.
Thank you to you all, Thank you for all the things you do,
But most of all my beloved friend. . . Thanks, just for being you.