Miners Poems - Poems about Miners

Digging through the sweetest of a fine soft solid substance, Looking for the velvety amber caramels and chocolates, But such indulgence all too often renders them as delicates....

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A bullet song, Hands up, We sing in memory of the deceased, We sing in memory of the miners, Peaceful protesters demanding their rights, Peaceful protesters seeking justice, Living conditions parallel to their labour, They asked for a review of their monthly salary, They requested a change in their livelihood quotas, This brought nightfall into the town, This brought the midnight train into the...

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Homeward bound in the evenings, weary miners cross the ridge Returning from the deep mines black as the coal they uncover Not far from the grandeur of the New River National Gorge Bridge Homeward bound in the evenings, weary miners cross the ridge Generations of these men have considered it a privilege To dig deep into the latest rich seams...

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An old Point Man phoned, “Do ya think you can do it?. Driving doggies and cows from the flanks of Mt. Stewart?" Fattened on grass for a year they had stayed. “Move a river of horns down to Yakima Quay?” I ride for the brand, (vaqueros are soldiers!). “Startin’ when?” I asked while I slurped on...

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On the peaks of Mount Logan, I mushed our tobogan Heading for Dawson and spring As I camped in the Yukon,the memories of Tuscon Were bright unforgetable things The Klondyke had gold, but im fast growing old And the prospecting fields have gone dead So I traded these shallows, of cut throats and gallows For soft feathered pillows, and soft feathered beds. Its...

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High home summer hill Straining, sucking, sitting Staring, stopped and stick- A pit-prop tight and gripped. The trees across the valley Much higher than he can go now. I pant to reassure him In time with his withered eyes. His tongue, tombed gritty green He’s faithful, though he’s fading Bones in death-grey jumper Where will he lead me next? from 'Layer Cake' 2009 http://amzn.to/vXCEFa...

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MINER’S RESOLUTION salt and sugar tweaks and stretches health the poor way — the heart’s rich with it miner’s light in search of the impurities running wild 1/10/2020...

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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 soiled. Their throats parched dry and fingers raw, black gold the aim, etched scars the score. And mountains whisper tales of men who failed to re-emerge again. Or nevermore could breathe with ease; Sad victims of...

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The watcher on her porch, alone, Where Fortune lived in days bygone, She knows the stories; knows the names Of all the miners and their claims. She came out here a slip of four Calling it home for ninety more. Shotgun in hands, she rocks her chair, Guarding the miners and their claims. She waits for packrats, dawn to dusk, Who’d cart her town...

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day in the life of a coal miner in the darkness you hear them their boots clumping along the cobbled stones not dawn yet ...yet still they are on their way to work young lads of 15 plus. these are miners sons following the traditions each generation go down the pit twelve long hours twelve hours in the dark and dust twelve hours shovelling...

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The mass production of coal is dead, Buried infer lamps carried on the head, Halogen miners sang the unforgiving dirge, With fragments of flaky particles emerge, Drilling hammers that smote the ground, Never again to hear its rumbling sound. Voices roar like dragons in damp vapour, Highlighted the dangerous drudgery caper. Its miners turn to face the cold idle breeze Lusty diggers of cave...

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THE MINER’s TEAR With a blackened finger he points and fears This terrible day of four hundred tear’s Young mothers, wives and brides to be Their loved ones smile once more to see. Who will they bring from this hell? Deeper than the drinking well. Young David? Just a boy you know! Or old man Bryn with son in tow? A massive blast a...

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Into the bowels of the earth we descend Down into the pit of hell Crawling on hands and knees to mine This precious fuel they call coal Now Petey and I we are almost men He is ten and I'm eleven Been working here, down this mine These last two years and month now Mum is counting on us as men Since Dad died...

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If i could, I’d veil the earth And keep it far without your view, I’d wrap its bulk and hide its shape. But that would be a waste of time. Your eyes are those that see the depths Of the deepest bluest seas. I look around and feel so grieved By what I see on mother Earth. Are these...

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The union-management talks reach stalemates in their sessions. Our representatives are attempting to gain concessions. If we do not obtain better working conditions and a pay hike, we see no other alternative but to go on strike. On the slopes of Olympus Mons, we descend underground. Inside this mine, deposits of titanium can be found. If we go further, we can...

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