Miner Poems - Poems about Miner

Minds mine information None expects to find gold Injustice deserves not dedication When for a salary passion is sold...

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The coal miner descends into the mine much like his father and his father’s father it’s his way of life. Into the mine much like the others, he goes into darkness it’s his way of life as they carve into mountains. With the others he goes into darkness far below a world of light and they carve into mountains as he finds veins of coal. Far below...

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I spent too long away from her driving that rig, So I gave up the freight line and learned how to dig, ‘cause I knew I could get steady work at the mine. I was sure that our love was the permanent kind. When I think of it now, Lord, the memory stings; In a year she moved out taking...

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A tuberculoid South African miner Was lately turned down by fiancée Dinah; What shall her decision change to also move Mount Sinai, Her lover part time book binder To better forget his trusted Prophetess Regina; Very unlikely now to be a solution finder For his being further diagnosed with life-threatening angina; All too inauspicious to not dream of things getting finer Even if...

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My dad did and his dad before him did too I'm sure you're asking why did it stop at you Simple answer there isn't a pit here anymore Never will be again that's for certain and sure My dad always worked through the night Never in his working life did he see daylight Twelve hour shifts and then...

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The Miner Too long a miner now digging up things I shouldn’t last year I couldn’t. The year before that, I wouldn’t I was trapped in the soot black with no Canary no sweet sound or light from a shaft I have been digging desperately, hopefully, helplessly in the wrong direction I put my pick axe down straighten my back and turn about Follow my heart Follow no sound On the way back...

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He searched the mines for a gem. Much ado about nothing but came something. In the mine, he found this one pearl,second to none,what he came for. Is this living in a fool's paradise? "No ours is a forgone conclusion" he said to her as he stared. She leaned back in a miner's hand, waiting to...

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Died Being A Miner Ate great chowder in crowded diner; Then we had sailed on a lovely liner; Life would end; To heaven send; He did die digging coal being a miner. Jim Horn...

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The diagnosis was that he wouldn’t live That the cancer would get him in the end He had been an opal miner for 20 years Living in Coober Pedy away from Europe And all it meant at the end of World War II When he fought on the Eastern Front Where he was involved in Nazi slaughter So he wanted to hide...

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The Rustic Old Miner He lived in the hills in a little shack traveled he slowly back and forth. Heavy load resting upon his weary back back to his mountain in far North. Had no family that he dare call his own solitary soul living life lonely. Amid wild animals and hard mountain stone thought about love but once only! Love held no...

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'Umbrella Jim' was the sneakiest scoundrel west of the Missisip'! Usin' the shell game and sleight of hand, of yer purse he'd gyp. He'd set up shop 'neath an umbrella whether inside or under an oak. Usin' three thimbles and a ball he cleaned the jeans of many a bloke! 'Umbrella Jim' was a renown huckster as well as...

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The Miner Mining dust in outer space exploited planets full of Holes and an eerie day, workers on strike. 10% ok, but nothing to spend money on except in the company store The workmen´s shuttle has broken down it will take two years before a new one arrives with shuttle full of whores, which are a long...

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Baker And Miner "You worked a lot with yeast "not much with rock or stone. "Will you bake rock to a feast "to nourish flesh and bone?!" "Do you have the magic wand "to turn dross to pure Gold "Or, the portent arm or hand "to fire my Furnaces so cold?!" "Will you be able to...

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A Mountain – Void. A Miner, Observes this beauty, a Granite Monolith, looming ahead. An image to light the eyes, brighten the soul – are fed the belief that within the systolic, lies pure gold at it’s heart – to be mined – but it is oh so cold, hard and reluctant – stories seen, heard are told yet this miner, digs...

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- Tom sat fer-nent the table within a smoker's chair A table pot of pra-tes and bacon quivers there The cook an apron dirty wipes the grease and clears her throat She cooks her husband dinner the children's and the goat's He smokes his pipe asunder and prods and pokes its shoot Burnt black his index finger tobacco by...

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