Blue Collar Poems - Poems about Blue Collar

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An a show! Bravo we applauded. We see past the befores' and look toward the nextes': we thought it was one of those nights. Durning the main attraction most who were interested stopped and went out and became audience, you know regular guy's. I sat next to members of the areana staff who were midway finshing up cleaning. A couple...

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Home from work everyday covered in soot and grime, Grit in his shoes; busts his gut to earn every last dime. Your Best Rhyming Couplet #2 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS Date written: 09/29/2021...

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The Blue-Collar Kitchen David J Walker I remember the aromas of childhood Emanating from the kitchen stove Dad’s biscuits every morning Mom’s fried chicken On Sunday or the Hash made of leftover roast On Monday I remember frosted cupcakes After school And oatmeal raisin cookies Just out of the oven and Waiting to cool Before we could eat them Don’t ruin your dinner Mother said We...

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someone like you someone like me we can change the world make our difference it's up to you and me AP: Honorable Mention 2021 Posted on March 20, 2021...

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So many want only to decorate Over life, dapple in shiny paint From responsibility, they choose to excuse Their delicate hands from such a bruise They are irked, if asked to lurk In the murk of work They think they are owed a road That is freely breezy After all, it is easy To do what is easy To do what is hard Takes more regard Elbow...

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The wealthy seek company with your ten-acre heart and one-acre mind. Groupies swarm beneath your haloed window even on rainy nights. Tapping tambourines and triangles to poultice out those nuggets of life. You slowly walk away from the frame and tiredly kiss them goodnight. You try tempering pace, but the takers ripped the sundial from you. Swarming like locusts-...

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The blue-collar poet writes of life in truth Hard work long hours Sometimes twelve or more Spinning brief yarns about coworkers Neighbors and friends and what A pain The boss is The blue color poet shares good times and bad Takes you on journeys to imaginary Lands and fanciful places you've never been The blue-collar poet takes you Again and again I am a...

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In the stillness of my room I lay in bed arms snugged tightly around my pillow turned side-ways facing moon and light But it is not the burnt orange moon but glowing embers in his eyes that warm my vacant night. Tonight ,I see him just like on other nights He is the vision in my last...

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I just got my paycheck, when my workday was through, saw how much was left after taxes, I got the blue collar blues… Maybe one day I'll go to college, and get a white collar degree, but by then I'll be too old, to even go on a spending spree, so I guess I'll have to make due with my warehouse job for now, at...

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Blue Collar T-shirt Don’t be unfazed and wonder When i say i have been there Where everyone doesn’t at a time rise And hold their head to create chaos And doesn’t keep minds free To fear not to disrespect the rule of law Nor be perturbed and be surprised When i say i...

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He’s exhausted, he just doesn’t know it. Trudging on, with wet feet he wears a groove into the same old places he goes every day. His cynicism distilled by pre-dawn alarm clocks, cold floors, sore joints and blistered hands; filtered through layers of work clothes he puts on in the dark as he kisses...

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forty-four years after high school before one can retire and enjoy life...

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I recently went to court to show a supposed voice of reason paperwork that had been falsified by one within his own profession; to my "If the glove don't fit, you must acquit" surprise, the only real voice of reason was mine - the pristine-looking image of a con artist, theatrical profession had to be more important than the truth. We tell...

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The work I do is not the most prestigious one, from four to twelve thirty I drive...until my shift is done; a forklift driver rarely takes a coffee-break, and being courteous and helpful to customers means a lot. My long-life dream was to be a songwriter like Andrew Lloyd Webber, but my songs didn't click...they never made the Top...

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