Short Anthracite Poems

Calling anthracite 
a diamond makes it no 
more a gem than a dog 
wearing a mask is a cat...

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Santa gave Donald Trump a big sack
That he thought Trump would never unpack
But to Trump's great delight
It was all anthracite
(Donny loves to burn coal 'cause its black)!...

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In the sadness, we just won’t let go off the 
darkness in our souls.

They glow in the night, like anthracite 
coal.

It’s best to let go of this most dour power.
And live in total joy and full sunshine shower!


                    

                     2/3/2022...

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Scream a blaze in passing fashion
tear the velveteen tapestry
of Luna’s anthracite passion
rake nails of rainbow majesty
on the depth of night’s travesty
reveal, revel, shine in the dark 
leave lingering trace of lunacy
for night, oh night, has not the lark.

Contest: Hutain This One
Poet: Debbie Guzzi...

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Drops on anthracite curls
Are glistening and slipping off.
A light breeze craves a touch
And cautiously blows on them.
But you, indifferently, don't even play with heir . 
The sun sank lower 
And by refracting the rays,
It lit you up like gold coins.
Well I, nearby froze as a brass, 
Take me as the many of amulets....

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Raven eyed the moon glowered
in an anthracite sky 
bleeding onto an India-ink stage
where Valkyrie’s pluck 
dead heroes to Valhalla. 

Wolf winds howl the ravished sight.
Rent storm with fang and claw.
Purge the all too monochrome plight
with the Bloody born.

Harken the twisted neck of owl
observer of raven eyed moon.
Mourn the passing of the faint of heart
for they've met their foreshadowed doom....

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Industry stole those splendid hills
By taking fields and building mills.
Down in each vale man's cauldrons brew
Spewing out soot and see-o-two.

But even worse was vile venom.
The days of acid rain had come
As brimstone coal made sulphur fume
That in the raincloud formed a plume.

And back-to-back by chimney stack
Defined the world in shades of black.
The jet, the soot, the anthracite.
From all black bright there shone midnight....

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The still water of the northern swamp
shone like anthracite coal
lending a rainbow hue to the reflections
of maiden hair fern 
and skunk cabbage.

Strangely, maples rooted wearily beneath
in the hidden depths of blue-blackness.
Sunlight sparks like fireflies.
The leaden air caskets the first layer 
of rampant growth,
misting moss,
masking mushrooms
where slick green frogs hide.
The heat bakes the bank but the swamp
seethes in delight....

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