Best Industry Poems

They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great waters:
These see the works of the Lord and his wonders in...

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My life spirals ever downward...
The grave taunts me with its laugh.
Death's bony fingers are affixed my throat
As the jester of my unmerited epitaph.

My angst at...

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Aloha Spirit

Sol, with his golden crown, greets me each morning
within divine rays extending out over emerald hills
and valleys that absorb his warmth of abiding light.

View...

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Two owls charmed me
moments before I embarked
on the hours of industry to come.
Their silhouettes were dark and secretive,
their voices wistful and low.
I had a moment...

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The Bedouins, bequeathed with the sacred beauty of paradise harsh,
trusted guardians of jealous gorges and gifted groves
lead me from the Wadi Musa to the humble...

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Solitary sun in sapphire skies,
beams its rays upon Earth's radiance.
A tepid breeze flows between
daffodils and bluebells, gently rocking.

Spring is in the air,
yet streets remain silent.
Masked...

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A country yearns industry
from assiduous minds revolutionary,
cities conceived with mind set and skill
yet lay insipid in the body of Britannia
those in need of life’s blood,
akin...

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Take me to the tombstone 
let me touch the gray stone that stands
where life could not
I will put my face to that touchstone of deaf...

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Matchstick Bikes 

To tinkers and toilers 
     I salute, 
From mending boilers 
     to weaving jute, 
Man...

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“Daisy Hill”
a garden to please
distant,  yet ever near
         in splendid hue.
Yet here now
the chill of winter’s
wrath,...

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These are the times
I sit and ponder at the beauty of it all,
amazed at the bounty of my blessings
Overburdened with foolish reminiscing
For the time has...

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Stepping past the crater towards your door,
     I am reminded of warm days
surrendered in flowery abandon while
     brushing against cool veins of
leafy promise, requiring only the slightest
     compassion...

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I'd like to go out 
But the rain pours down
The galleries
Are closed on Mondays
I checked the library
See what they have on
AA or learning English
Neither needed
My...

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*Been posting some heavy stuff lately. Time for a bit of levity.

"Hey babe, you're never gonna believe this. Crab fishing in Alaska has been cancelled...

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THE CITY AND THE STATE OF PLAY TODAY

No one worries about morals today 
They follow the rules they create
So to them all is ok
Those on...

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