Best Unions Poems

before labor unions came into existence businesses were run like monarchies
where those in positions of power treated the workers atrociously
no sick days, no overtime, no vactions and no minimum wage
and some work place conditions were worse than an animal's cage

but throught the grace of God...

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A twist of fate with slashing blade
In this my heart's deep gash...
Watching her from across the way
Making love, to another girl; passion
Then ripped these dreams apart
Their beauty as hers, melting amid
Scorching flames she cried I wept
While cold the blood, did turn red...
Marble marked but now...

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I've longed for a man to have and to hold,
To love me forever, being brave and bold.
Someone to cherish and stay by my side,
With this man truly I'll always abide.

I've longed for a woman, tender and wise,
Who doesn't hold secrets in the depths of her...

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Uniting together we'll have one voice
No one shall ever be without support
If we do stop supporting each others
Others will ignore our collective voice
Never lose if we truly stand together
Soon we must all take a united stand...

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Trump and Unions

We all better be going to communion,
Before we hear Trump State of Union;
For President picked,
A dumb derelict;
Hear he did consult with Soviet Union.

Jim Horn...

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Boy gets up at six
Needs no alarm of complaint
To shake
The brief night of sleep
From his hay-cropped hair

Brushes his teeth
Smokes a two dollar holler of cigarette for breakfast

A pack a day is like tax day for him
Paid by ten in the morning
Then the day is free...

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Where silhouetted sentinels silently stand in vain
bleeding shades of layered shame on blight-lined highways below, 
their ghostly shadows remind us of dreams we dared to drain.   
  
Interred on unkempt plots, crumbling brick carcasses maintain
evidence we’re forced to see if the trails...

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In the morning's tender light, a whisper soft,
A wake-up call, as dawn's embrace aloft.
A kettle hums, a ritual, time to unwind,
Strong ginger tea, with milk entwined.

The aroma, a symphony of morning grace,
Resistless allure, filling up the space.
Awakening senses, a dance on the tongue,
Morning tea, where...

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The evening stars were gone, replaced
by a spreading, ominous purple bruise of cloud.
When the wind rose, in sudden violent
crisscrossing gusts, everything went into motion.

White cabanas shook, like staked swans
flapping to fly, lavender bushes thrashed
their thorny arms as if in panic, umbrella pines
creaked and writhed like...

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Written 28 April 2024

“Genius begins great works. Labour alone finishes them.”
          Joseph Joubert

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