Trades Poems - Poems about Trades

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...

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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. ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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!...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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