Short Blue Collar Poems
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Blue Collar—White Collar,
choking the same
Their difference endemic,
as time casts its blame
(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)
blue-collar worker
the calluses on his hands ~
a badge of honor
Date written: 08/11/2020
How does your part-crooked smile
Break out with such elegant style?
Subtle flaws modeled graceful and true
Like a gown woven just to fit you...
I think I've run over your cat.
Is it tabby, and fluffy and fat?
Does it wear a blue collar, supporting a bell?
Well, it's lying down here now, quite flat.
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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
Single Jewish Blue Collar Worker--(33) Carpenter By Trade
Seeks roommates to share His Home
Race, religion, sex and age not important
Inquirers call--1-777-77J-ESUS
Form:
Pritzker stripped crappers from his mansion
to avoid paying property taxes
while people are locked down
he's out painting chi town
the blue collar man will pick up his tab
Country
Called American folk,
country music’s genre
caters to tough big-rig
cross-country truck drivers,
cowboy wannabees and
crooners; the blue-collar
corners of the country.
(Pleiades)
Home from work everyday covered in soot and grime,
Grit in his shoes; busts his gut to earn every last dime.
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Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
Date written: 09/29/2021
I'm wondering about our secret selves -
The vegetarian smoker
The isolationist who speaks Cantonese
The soldier with the peace sign
The blue collar millionaires
The conservative who dares
The scientist who prays
The vagabond who stays
There's more to all of us than what we seem
Form:
From blue collar workers
tool and dye filling the
slots more jobs more
job awesome tower
city the flats the docks
Cleveland rock and roll
hall of fame the Browns
the beaches no more
fake news finally on
board with the best
of the best Donald
Trump wins you know it
you’re hired best poet
raised in a
blue collar family
of six kids
poor
I wouldn’t have
wanted it
any other way
learned the value
of a dollar
and hard work
~
most precious of all
I learned
the magic
of creativity
AP: 3rd place 2020, Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on February 19, 2020
plaid announces self
variety of colors
speaks rather clearly
in children’s jumpers
or fanciest Scottish kilt
keen stability
plaid fosters feelings
upon arrival
saying blue collar
working mans fodder
powerful in every way
plaid picks up a rake
plaid is confident
marching in pleats and jackets
generational
Unusual things in a distorted time
Why does it seem the good always get
blamed for the crime
Money corrupts those so full of greed and
continually take from those who actually
need
Always seeming to plunder the poor mans
dollar
Keeping the leash tight around that warn
out blue collar
Listening ever so closely with a deaf mans
ear
Who is it we should actually fear.
standing
playing a part
apart at the party
out of water
fish swim together
forgot that
there are no balloons
just arty talk
the occasional sing
at blue collar america
elbows sharpened
at the bloodless buffet
diamond rings rattle on wine glasses
ice cubes click teeth
talking into wineglasses
bowties circle – cackle
elsewhere
babysitters watching
as i do
standing
playing a part
apart at the party
out of water
fish swim together
forgot that
there are no balloons
just arty talk
the occasional sing
at blue collar america
elbows sharpened
at the bloodless buffet
diamond rings rattle on wine glasses
ice cubes click teeth
talking into wineglasses
bowties circle – cackle
elsewhere
babysitters watching
as i am
"If you're living from paycheck to paycheck, you're living beyond your means."
When I tell others this they tend to get angry at very high extremes,
but then what do I know?
I'm just a hard working blue collar Joe
whose bank account is never low.
I've had all of the same responsibilities,
such as paying my debts and raising a family,
yet all of my peers are filing for bankruptcy.
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 blue-collar poet
Archie Bunker
World War II veteran and blue-collar worker
Anticatholic, racist, sarcastic twisted sense of humor
Edith his submissive wife never anger or ranter
Edith Bunker
Naive wife about life and a chatty wonder
Archie would tell her, Would you stifle yourself, it drove him insane
Loves her husband all the same
10/4/2021
All In The Family
Clerihew 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Facsimiles burst in the jungle
Gestures pulling paint off the wall
I've seen it all
Crouched, hideaway consumer companion choice
Urgency gather fervently
Upsetting the sewage balance
Garden shears hanging sturdy frames
Blue collar bastion glowing brain
A belt buckle preacher enlivened struggle
Suicide ransom beneath the huddle
I'm making waves
And riding them too
Street animal casting feather balloons
Whispering a marching tune
Quiet porch and a lazy chair,
sitting for a while is a song.
A blue collar stereotype.
Highlights visible from the air,
bold italics will show up strong.
Iconic, working that pinstripe.
Dusk saunters in devil may care,
sizzling whatever could go wrong?
Tipple a taste of this peace pipe.
Like a view of the county fair,
the big girl rides go all night long.
Such fine architectural hype.
I have built my diorama,
a caricature of drama.
As dawn arrives
I sense the delightful morning sun
rising over the land
A taste of green tea
and I'm ready to face my day
as an ESL writing assistant
The city glows
almost super naturally
and the metropolitan scene
comes alive
As I walk to work
I sense the joys of urban life
the masses of people off to work
in this fantastic
creation built with the sweat
and blood of countless white and blue collar workers
Blue Collar Animus
It’s happened, you’re here
The back alley, oh dear
You’re worried, you fear
I’ve caught you, pains near
You thought you could master my will?
You lack of backbone makes me ill!
No words now, just malice
My eye’s show, no solace
My punches, your lessons
You bruise at, my discretion
Perhaps now you’ll utilize tact
And think before verbal attacks
As you lie on the floor
In your own piss and gore
Satisfaction is mine
That’s a fact.
You see.
Pops is deep blue collar
mixed with old school honesty...
he's no drama queen
He recently told me he's had
a chain of strange- opaque dreams
about the nearing the end of his being.
If a lifespan were a baseball game
I think pops is in the ninth inning.
I think my rock is preparing me for his sinking
preparing me to swim off and go it alone
bracing me for the coming storm-be my own rock
Dear Lord, I'm praying so very hard for extra innings.
Our congress just loves to lament,
about waste when taxes are spent,
but say it ain't healthy
to tax raise the wealthy
so they tax those that can't pay rent.
Roads and the schools need maintaining,
from taxes I'm not abstaining,
while the poor live on beans
its the ones with the means
that are doing the complaining.
I choose a career that won't pass,
just anywhere near upper class,
but I'll make my dollar
with sweaty blue collar
The wealthy can all kiss my ass.