Best Trades Poems
you're a D.J
you're a preacher
a carer or
a teacher
you're a painter
you're a builder
you're a bouncer
or announcer
you're a chef!
you're a doctor
you're a dentist
you're a chemist
or a nurse!
you're a lawyer
you're a sales rep
or a vet!
all having your possesions
all having your professions
JACK OF ALL TRADES
you're chillingly funny
dramatically humorous
inspirators,patriots
historians,lovers of nature
dark poets,light poets
amazingly great
JACK OF ALL TRADES
verses flowing
stanzas moving
you're poets forming shapes!
i'm the reader!
you're the writer!
you're WILLIAM of my kind
SHAKESPEARE of my days
touching hearts ,feeding souls
for you i give my praise
JACK OF ALL TRADES
To all my souper friends
who blend the soup so well
-----------------------------------------lyours charma
Categories:
trades, friendship
Form:
Robin what you doing in the hood
Man I thought I’d be up to no good
What you mean slick
I guess I’ll go rob a store bust windows with a brick
Man you tripping that ain’t even serious
Who me Robin my hood yes that’s curious
I thought the plan before you mentioned it
Ali Baba had thieves would see me and pay attention
Prince John had guts tried to trip and run listen
Down hater boulevard were Roger the rabbit
Ask Marian to have his children finger licking with carrots
Little John got stuck in the get away car
Skippy sis with a Hiss and down Ala- A- Dale
Lights changed too fast I had to repel
I was intending on sharing all the goods
Me slick tight master mind Robin my Hood
Sheriff Nottingham barley had got a look
Character covered my face gave me a shook
Robin you sho know you with the stuff
Will you try again to hit the store?
Me Robin robbing again that’s my MO and more
Next time I will change my crew John run too slow
Trigger finger ready with a bow in my hand pull back and go
Captain Croc passed a lock to see how far I would land
But man look I’m out we will try dodging quick sand
Maybe Robin will be available
And leave the Bat
Man I need to loose some weight
My legs too fat
Categories:
trades, fun, happy,
Form:
Limerick
At work
I slave away
And during the day
I read, I watch
I plan, I dream
Setting goals
Making everything seem
That in a few years it will all come together
But in a few years will all of this matter?
I’m a jack of all trades
But a master at NONE
I slave away
Until the day is done
But for what?
For who?
Am I doing all of this Just to have something to do?
I ask, I pray, I watch
No time for fun
Not until ALL my work is done
In hopes to better my future
In hopes to better myself
Not leaving my dreams to be lived by someone else
I’ve read all the books
I’ve done all the classes
I’ve listened to the masters instead of the masses
7 steps to wealth
12 steps to riches
The “keys”,
The “wisdom”,
The “knowledge”,
The “tickets”.
The tickets to the money train
The keys to the treasure box
I’m overwhelmed by all this “want this” & “want not”
Who am I?
Who will I be?
I guess only God can look in and see.
Maybe I’m overlooking all the important things
Maybe my “riches” aren’t exactly what they seem
Maybe it’s love, patience, giving and kindness
Maybe its overcoming life’s struggles, chaos, and madness
Maybe it’s in the strength of my mind over the dismay of the world
Maybe it’s in my parenting of my sweet, baby girl
All this time I thought I had failed
I thought my ship to success had already sailed
I thought I was a jack of all trades and a master at none.
But my kid said, “No, Mom, you’re wrong.
You’re a master at one.
You raised me right, you raised me well.
You’re a great mom! I can tell.”
Whoa, well people do say
You can’t buy happiness
And I’m one of the few
That believes this is true.
For all the work, learning, and adding action to plans,
I’ve found that I’m rich in character, integrity, and helping my fellow man.
So I stopped thinking of all this “wasted” work I had done over the years
I realized that through the blood, sweat, pain, and tears
That my efforts, dreams, and goals weren’t in vain
Instead of money, homes, cars and other material things
I got something that money cannot buy,
A daughter
Beautiful, smart, and wise.
Yes, I’ve mastered something
And this something is great!
And here I thought it was way too late!
Yes, I’m a jack of all trades
But now I’m a master at ONE!
In all my years
I’ve become a great mom!
I’m truly a success
Because of you Jess!
Categories:
trades, daughter, day, inspirational, me,
Form:
Sonnet
"Hello I'm Johnny Cash" his warm hearted greeting;
they knew it was the man in black they were meeting.
And this color black is also well favored
by those whose lifestyle is "goth" flavored.
Ladies all over have closets brimming
with black clothes which are supposedly slimming!
There's the black heart of the liar and cheater
which makes the other lovers seem sweeter.
The black jellybean stands out from the rest
there in it's Easter basket nest.
In black of night I wrote this all down;
might be the most versatile color around!
By Deb Wilson
for contest"The Colors Have It"
sponsored by Russell Sivey
Categories:
trades, imagination, people, easter,
Form:
Couplet
Exactly when did we begin to forget
To appreciate life in all it's glory and magnificence?
How can we estimate freedom or it's price, how
are we to teach our children anything...
In the face of such distortion.
We westerners expect to be treasured and esteemed-
then cry a river when someone is mean
And, didn't you know, about the new craze?!
Designer pills pushed at us- to boost self esteem.
Oh baby cry to mom and dad-
You have no clue about what horrors
there really are
Too bad mom and dad aren't here
They would have comforted you, protect
and succumb to your every wish.
People need to be shown what
fear really is
Worst being your family gone
so do forget-
so ashamed we should be
When so many others' live in misery.
Consider yourself lucky, upon a land so great
because some children, at their parents
hand are sold into slavery.
Repent and quit your foolish ways-
listen to the story of fear under ruthless
regiments
and endless torment-
Take nothing for granted- you never know
when will be your last day.
NOT FINISHED
Categories:
trades, abuse, anger, , western,
Form:
Free verse
Fate holds her captive within its embrace,
drifting through the fabric of time and space.
For swaddled in an ebony cocoon,
She can't shed her wings till the next full moon.
Her beauty emphasizes her sad state,
a creature of feelings; she chose her fate.
And defiant to the bitter-sweet end,
she remains rigid, refusing to bend.
She'd fallen in love with a mortal man,
and thus, her descent from on high began.
For fairies have to be above such things,
or lose their magic and gossamer wings.
She should not have let this affair begin,
returning his love was a grievous sin.
But her heart's desire would not be denied:
for her love was impossible to hide.
Shedding her wings and immortality:
her passion overrides reality.
And she trades her wings for a human heart;
even though it is tearing her apart.
Categories:
trades, angel, desire, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
Raised by apes as a
feral child in the wild,
was as a young man
discovered by a rich American
anthropologist hiker who was retired,
taken back by plane
to his new homeland,
he started assimilating
by wearing regular attire,
they tutored him how to
read and write, and
after several years he
finally got to graduate,
landed a job at the local zoo,
he had to feed and pick
up after the animals
which was his job rule,
talking to the animals
like Dr. Doolittle,
he didn't mind their
smelly feces or pond like piddle,
sometimes impulsively letting
out his Tarzan bellow,
as a Simon Cowell zoo
guest was passing by,
hearing Tarzan's strong voice
he couldn't help but smile,
thought he'd be great
at the opera house,
next thing Tarzan knew
he was dressed in a tux
and singing for an audience,
becoming a singing sensation
almost overnight,
one night on stage had to
do an opera version of
his feral life,
so he swung around the stage
in his old loincloth,
when a Hollywood talent scout
sat up and took notice,
wanting Tarzan for his next movie,
so after the show became
Tarzans new boss man,
Tarzan doing all kinds of leaps,
swings and jumps from tall buildings,
he was now known as the best stuntman,
becoming so much in demand
at the zoo, opera and movies,
he tried to schedule his time
so he could cram in all three careers,
becoming rich but feeling quite tired,
lonely and miserable,
he flew back to his old Africa,
where he could feel happy, free and original,
doing what he loved and was best at,
helping all his animal friends out,
helping them to get rid of all the poachers,
his animal friends started repopulating
the jungle especially the endangered ones.
And at last Tarzan finally married someone
who was like him and loved animals
and singing and being out in the rain,
he married his sweetheart...
the one by the name of Jane!
Categories:
trades, adventure, africa, animal, career,
Form:
Light Verse
He is a jack of all trades
using all his senses
mastering none
Categories:
trades, funny
Form:
Free verse
Dying Trades
The stone mason
he was old now
his hands unsteady.
The eyesight fading.
in winter he worked
inside his barn.
it could let the rheumatic
cool down to let him work
for an hour or more.
His grandfather had
apprenticed his father.
and he had apprenticed him.
and now his son was apprenticed.
The tools were the same.
no room for technology
Here only artisan skill.
The polished marble slab
was taking shape.
a headstone that
would stand proudly
in the cemetery.
like many of his others
that he had made
in over fifty years of his life.
it was almost finished
possibly the best work
he had ever done.
the N was the final letter
he tapped it with the iron
rounded chisel.
just hard enough
to create a perfect slant
in the marble.
her name a thing of beauty
EMMA BROWN
His wife
he was careful to leave
space for his own name
below hers
his son would chisel that
when his time was called.
rubbing the marble to a high gloss
he whispered
see you soon my love
Categories:
trades, age, destiny, eulogy, marriage,
Form:
Free verse
Jack-of-all-trades
master of none
like a swiss-army knife
he gets the job done
polite with the ladies
all business with men
keep his number handy
you're gonna call him again
Categories:
trades, appreciation, work,
Form:
Rhyme
Once was a jack-of-all-trades, no longer, not now
To screw in a lightbulb, my wifey shows me how
Do I turn it right or left
Used to have success
Next time won't need help I do vow
Categories:
trades, fun,
Form:
Limerick
Harsh Trades (Child Custody)
My daughter is home.
Back from her fathers,
house.
She smiled and hugged,
me,
at the door.
Now…, safe.
I do not see marks,
I do not see bruises,
All is well?
Except for the ones,
un-found.
An evil kind of penance,
paid on my behalf,
for leaving,
and forsaking,
being beaten until quaking.
My child must go through,
the valley of the dark,
but she is not alone.
Angels, light the spark!
The law says,
I have no choice,
But ‘coward’ best be…wary.
God, He is a jealous King,
and more than a little scary!
Categories:
trades, betrayal, cry, devotion, holocaust,
Form:
Free verse
We all knew Jack or someone like him,
But we thought time had passed by him,
We even sang the odd hymn,
To mark the passing on of him.
But alas he has returned to carry on where he left off
Knowing every job the ins and outs of.
That others could not finish off,
Despite many views to the contrary of,
By those cleaning up after he had moved off,
To tell others what he never knew the half of.
I came across him the other day,
And he still had the same old things to say,
About how others did not know how to work with clay,
Or who should have right of way,
And that he was able to bring what was needed into play,
Faster than I could say,
I'm finished for the day.
Now he has a family of his own,
For us to bemoan.
Categories:
trades, allusion, analogy, angst, cancer,
Form:
Burlesque
Once a jack-of-all-trades, no longer, not now
To screw in a lightbulb, wifey shows me how
Turning it right or left
Used to have success
Next time I promise I won't need help I vow
Categories:
trades, allusion,
Form:
Limerick
Once was a jack-of-all-trades, no longer, not now
To screw in a lightbulb, wifey shows me how
Turning it right or left
Used to have success
Next time I'll probably fall off the ladder, kerpow!
Categories:
trades, hip hop,
Form:
Limerick