Spade Poems - Poems about Spade

Sevens, Shovels and Spades

Sevens, Shovels, and Spades

Dig, dig, dig. Black soil and stone
Earth worms wiggle , Decay bones

Dig, dig, dig, scatter seeds there
Sprouting, searching sun and air

Dig, dig, dig, To hide our dead
Six feet under, body bed

Dig, dig, dig, create new life
Born of earth, Feed appetites 

Dig, dig, dig, Shovel and Spade
Flowers grow from planted pain

Dig,  dig,

Old Rusty Shriveled Shovel

It's rusty, old, holed.
Trustingly, it dug many 
holes in my past,
to bury reminiscent reminders.

Call a Spade a Spade

The seeds of hatred, who has sown?		
The winds of intolerance, who has blown?
	
The two deadliest snakes, so far unknown;
Like weeds in society, now they are grown.

Beware of these weapons aimed at you;
To your own self, you always try to be true.
	
Think not that things will change on their own;
Analyse the insults to which you are

Grave Digger With Wounds and Co Digger

“Please, Sam stop!”
“Why? Stan, Nope”
“Yes, Sam Stop”
“And just mope?”
“Your shovel drop”
“You can’t cope?”
“Soon shall hop” 
“Means: no hope!”
“Means: You Look”
“A wound-Gosh!”
“Marks just took”
“All for dosh…”

“Now, I bleed”
“The grave feed
“Bad Grave - sure
“And wage poor,”

“Me God save”
“Every slave”

Sam Spade

“Give me the phone Effie.
I have to make a call.” 
She handed it over to me
and walked into the hall.

The inspector had no clues.
He asked for my two cents,
asked me to give him my views.
I didn’t; the call was intense.

The dame had come in
asking for my advice
two days ago and then
was arrested by Vice.

I had

Passing of the Spade

Funny how some come to this land
smiling-humble and wide-eyed
attracted by the lady 
with gentle flame in her hand.

Then while they build their fine home
on a pricey piece of land.
They start listening to the dregs..
blue cymbals start banging
inside their heads.
They begin to dig a mind hole
for each car they've bought
for each fancy pair of shoes.
Another spade

Spade and Stone

when spade strikes stone
life pauses for a moment
sending sparks through bones





               3/10/19

Broken Spade

A morning's fear broke through my 
bedroom's window pane
The color black choked the remnants
of my dream, it's taste the pink
of pain 

i kiss my darkest ghosts goodbye
and embraced my lover's secret place

THAT out of this ruin
  from dust of violence
  you created paradise
THAT now my ocean is
  this deeper blue & 

Whipping With a Ten Foot Spade

Now lightly sweep the peppercorns in a harbour. No drama. But underground is not a gate nor a post for these are only really ever positioned on hallucinogenic coastal paths where time stands and the pattern ceaseless. Flowing. Great. It is often within hardship that the myth of the writhing cotton bud takes budgets to

Call a Spade a Spade

Call a spade a spade 

Take no chance 
Of intimidation 

Except your right 
dont mean nothing 
To you 

So when you are been 
Moved around like 
A sheep 
Stand up for your 
Self and 
Call a spade a spade

Call a Spade a Spade

Straight from the heart, 
Speak truly and frankly; 
However coarse it may be, 
Say it right with sincerity.

A rose by any other name
Still, has sweet fragrance; 
But it spells a big difference
Between tango and disco dance.

Look me in the eyes, 
Talk about gold and silver; 
They shall eventually fade, 
But diamonds are forever.

Saying I love

A Spade Is a Spade

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

Shiny Spade

Shiny Spade

A lantern, bright, shone lowly
Among the fearsome stars,
Where, beneath, we wandered
With fireflies in glass jars,
So much light to guide us
To the reddest vales of Mars,
Where the god of war did weep
On our bleeding battle scars.

Men did scream in the shadows
That loomed beyond our glance,
Between the fires of Hades
In which their souls would dance,
Raging like

Pick and Spade

Pick and Spade
Written: By Tom Wright
8/8/2006

I often think of things so deep
I touch on things that induce sleep.

Stimulating thoughts once thought hidden
Resurface now that brain has bidden.

Happenings in life that weren’t too smart
But long since purged from an unclean heart.

Thoughts of valleys and on mountains steep
Some buried I shallow, some I interred deep.

All are happenings

Spade

some fellow the white coats call spade
perceived a great fortune be made
as a new day arose
drew great birds on his toes
escaping  the white coats dismayed

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