Trades Poems - Poems about Trades

When Trump Talks, My Trades Walk

I was sipping tea, so calm, so sweet,
Charts were clean, no sign of heat.
NY session, chill as can be,
Then—BOOM!—the news comes straight for me:

“Trump is back, and he's not done—
More tariffs, more drama, more Twitter fun!”

He taxed China, slapped their goods,
Markets flipped—I lost my “shoulds.”
Steel from Canada? Hit with a fee,
Even Mexico got no trading

Jack of All Trades

Jack of All Trades
Miracle Man
5/3/2024

I once hired a man who never followed directions,
which required on my part, frequent inspections,
Though an old hand,
He didn’t understand,
So each task completed required some corrections.

Our Trades

Life on the windward side of our island,
at times, the tradewinds persuade downpour,
still, the sun light's gods and goddesses tanned.

Sailboats adrift, surfers thrill life ashore,
nightlife widespread mingling tingles aura,
at times, the tradewinds persuade downpour,

Fauna ground or inflight abound flora,
gossamers swaying entertain loved ones,
nightlife widespread mingling tingles aura,

Albatross' solitaries north isle runs,
regulars gadflies surrealists' gawking,
gossamers swaying

The Return of Jack of All Trades

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

Grandpa Trades His Life In

Grandma always wanted to live in a gingerbread house.
Grandpa said, “no way!” he did not like stuff like this.
All girly and curly-qued up, and fancy, with colorful paint.
We knew as long as he was around, it was easier for her to live modern.

But one day Grandpa ran off with a younger version of grandma.
We were

Jack-Of-All-Trades

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

Harsh Trades

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

Once Was a Jack-Of-All-Trades

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!

A Jack-Of All Trades

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

Once a Jack-Of-All-Trades

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

She Trades Her Wings

His arms hold her captive in their 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

Tarzan of All Trades

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

Dying Trades

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

Jack of All Trades

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

Trades

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

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