Best Black Lung Poems

The mining villages of Wales
are steeped in history and tales
of sons and fathers, duty-bound
who earned a pittance underground.

For generations miners toiled
with picks and shovels, faces...

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Spring hasn't sprung: No bees have stung;
No painter's fallen off a ladder's rung.
No miner's contracted black lung.

Spring hasn't sprung: No batter has swung
At a strike...

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my soul is the shape of a bloodstain
poured there by Nadine Maraschino
my right eye sits
in the ruby voodoo goblet
that she wears upon her head
Nadine was...

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To All Mothers Everywhere
To all mothers
everywhere
Why do you part your legs
toward
the 21st Centaury
Didn’t you know
That the future is our final station
Where the monkey sits and...

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A young Shepardflees fascist Italy,
in a boat crossing a tereachorous sea.
His rudimentary education,
ending sheep in Abruzzi, Italy.
His venture, to seek a life of freedom,
on the...

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Distain, dripping now, from lying forked tongue
Transcending eyes upon shattered back door
Your poisonous breath has filled your black lung
My skin, silky beneath rough hands, has...

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Pretenders in the mouth like lemons.
Hamartia.

Is wishing
Denying?
Do I
Deny You?

A dirge by the pier
is the darkness I hear
when You are not here,
when I tell myself
I will...

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Once, I was trapped behind a dump truck.
It moved like a slug with black lung.
Belched an awful noise. 
Tossing gravel like a widower tosses tears...
Every...

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All of the Gnomes from around the globe
Just sneezed their very last sneeze
They've had enough of this allergy stuff
And from the garden they're taking their...

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Nimble fingers playing along
This black lung rending mining song
It touches your soul and lingers
Playing along nimble fingers

Heartache breaking common miner
Could ne'er be sung any finer
A...

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Little to show for a hard days work
Maybe black lung, inhaling all that dust
Flip a coin, go right home or stop for a beer
Heads came...

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12/23/21


Accidents and intentions coincide
Meaning it was or wasn't of one's own design
Caused a mark
Girl you left me in the dark
You were in mine, but I...

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I Pray

I harvest black gold
And buried sunshine 
In an underground tunnel
With hammers , picks and shovels
I ride a rail cart to get around 
I wear...

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They’re trying to tell you
That your superstitions and machinations 
Are an exhausting game of whack-a-mole
They’re trying to tell you 
You’ve assumed a version of them
That...

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Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis

Background of the word: This 45-letter word was coined in 1935, by 
the president of the National Puzzlers' League of the United States, Everett E....

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