Black Lung Poems - Poems about Black Lung

...If I was a poem Would you red read me Would I be brown formed in your mind of mahogany Would I be about peace Would you read me often Your voice free green softened Or cold as old coffin Li......

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...At midnight, a silent ocean of ebony rises, a black lung stretching over my fragile ribs, and the bed becomes a cold altar where the body rehearses its disappearance, a sanctuary of shadows dancin......

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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......

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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 guess I wasn't in your heart So wh......

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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......

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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 society told you exi......

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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 a hard , black hat And carry a flashlight ......

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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 waits To......

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...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 soi......

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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 three pitch that no hu......

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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 al......

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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 time a piece struck my grill. I'd winc......

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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 leave They packed up their bags, do......

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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 a 3-toed egg laying harpy from the cau......

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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 cold gold gro......

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