Spade Poems - Poems about Spade

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,...

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

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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...

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“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”...

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“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...

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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...

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when spade strikes stone life pauses for a moment sending sparks through bones 3/10/19...

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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 & ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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