Best 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
Heard that love makes the world go round
With the ladies that may be true
But us macho dudes play a different tune
The wee guy downstairs is our cue
To beg and plead for a romp in the hay
We act kinda silly and mushy
Pretending a love song is in our hearts
But our tail light is making us gushy
Let's call the proverbial spade a spade
That wee guy controls us each day
So perky each morning and raring to go
Can't promise a lot of foreplay
We beg and plead, promise the moon
Diamonds and treasures untold
For just a few moments of heavenly bliss
Must hurry the coffee's gettin' cold
She's heard this ploy for many long years
Take it slow she tells me each time
Have developed a liking for real cold coffee
Guess I really can't say that I mind!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Manners
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Everyday , every year , even now
Respect fades and goes away
Grace disappears all the time.
Rude is the new attraction
It is a popular habit
Thank you was elegant.
Now it is never said.
Please is from good breeding
And it is delightful to say.
Nod and say hello
Shake hands too.
Compliment and exchange smiles
It will get you somewhere.
An angry face is nobody's darling.
This the crude art of rude
The curse of a twit.
A hypocrite in make up
His face changes
The reason for his mistakes
Crooks they are.
Call the spade A spade
Insults are awful regrets
It leaves holes in hearts.
Manners either you have or not ..
If not ..
You will be despised such a lot.
Who would date a poet?
And have her name grow,
As a garden's eden history,
Have her lips comply with ink that smear'd,
Ears breed on a poultry of recitations,
A fun-fare of words abridge.
**
Maidens wish all to be,
Such from his gourd of honour shall you drink in perissos,
Such from his robe,and by all tongues,
Shall your name convert'd,
A new age of fame,on a beauty brick,
A spade a spade,
The new beauty queen!
**
Then minds might date back to Venus;
Beauty-borne of Dione,
And non to dare you to a contest,as Arachne,
But in Argo,you and me will thrust,
When our ears begin to drown by Arion's love song,
What more an odyssey do lasses crave!
**
And if by the phoenix of Astarte you wish,
Then thy trust is mine a pleasure,
Cook not a phobia of distrust,
Grab my hands as heartily,
For I am Apollo,god of these bleeding lines.
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.
Donald Trump is a man that calls a spade a spade.
He knows Hillary Clinton is a woman that has betrayed.
She has lied, covered up, and fabricated stories beyond belief,
Deleting 30,000 emails, then lying through her teeth.
Hilary Clinton has attacked Donald Trump’s personal character and life,
Bringing women out of the woodwork to lie, and even attacking his wife.
To Bill and Hillary Clinton nothing is sacred,
Bill even made a mockery of the Holy Oval Office, with sex and getting naked.
God above is looking down at the mess in the United States,
With Barack Obama and the Clintons trying to control this country’s fate.
Donald is right, under Obama and the Clintons, this country has gone straight to Hell.
The only thing that should await Hillary Clinton is a cell.
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!
Politicians seem to have an inborn propensity for inane chatter.
They'll WALTZ through a media event leaving many things unsaid,
And TWIST the truth 'til you're left with useless JIVE REELing in your head!
They are renowned for TAPDANCING around most any subject matter!
They'll SASHAY and do a TWOSTEP to obfuscate and to evade.
Politicos make asinine promises from CHARLESTON to Seattle,
And CHOREOGRAPH their DO-SI-DO with folks spewing their idle prattle!
They'll DANCE SWIRLing PIROUETTES never calling a spade a spade!
Some have GYRATED 'round the requirement to pay taxes for years!
Then RAVE, "Gee, my staff should've taken care of that" when the JIG is up!
Those scoundrels are all alike, drinking from the same old loving cup.
How they love to do the BUNNY HOP cozying up with their beloved peers!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 2 in Barbara Gorelick's "May I Have This Dance?" Contest - Feb 2011