Steel Mill Poems - Poems about Steel Mill

...It’s Thursday evening, almost nine foot-tap, fiddle, and banjo time with juke-box tales of love’s romance the county jail, a second chance for bourbon belles or backroad trucks mail-box motels, ......

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...I was born in a landlocked getaway town Where all the colors were black, gray, or brown. Jobs at the steel mill were ratcheting down. It was not in my future to stay. So, I took a long walk off......

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...Honesty is our soul Our work is coking coal Midst coarse iron foundries And steel mill boundaries We live, love, and labor Sing, dance, and play tabor...! Though coal dust pollution, Finds l......

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...An eight-year-old in ’29, one of seven kids, Living in a steel mill town when it hit the skids. They watched the whole thing spiral down, not much else to do. She never got to finish school. My ma......

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...steel mill smoke stack anvil and hammer my will for sure sprinkle the cotton hot steam on my face press down hard don't beak the board chore of the sixties......

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...Headlights messaged through midnight windows Curtainless glass unable to subdue the urgency Car obtained in street nearby was theirs temporarily Three hour drive to ship leaving island next morn......

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...Fan spinning with an uneven blade Frogs singing midnight serenades Traffic stopping horns blowing Drunks stagger A man yells Watch where your going Horns playing jazz upbeat and in time Smoker......

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...I never studied the downed limbs before Sandy. I was savoring the muscle burn from herringboning my way up a hill or fretting over a ping in my back, the price of macho competitions in the steel mi......

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...Pardon From dawn's early light, a gradual state takes flight Idiosyncrasies dance in my head Break in prayer, then back again Could it be the past or is it the present? It's this part of me I'......

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...My grandfather on my father’s side, was a pecker-toothed sidle who raped his daughter when she was just ten. He threw down vodka from an eternal well and took my father out to buy prostitutes when h......

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...Hamilton, Ontario, Is a steel making town. You can hardly tell it, When the sun goes down. The slagpiles glow as the big furnace throws, Another batch of ore. Big ingots sit on the railway c......

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...A wild pagan, the wind, a spectral masseuse, Blunt cudgel and claw dipped in liquid frost, To corrupt and ravage the pit head columns, As black trees threshed and leaves were tossed; Slapped ......

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...I can still remember back when I was a kid I had a friend called Millie and we were made for each other just like peanut butter and jelly on a piece of crusty bread on a Sunday afternoon I'd......

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