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Black Diamonds |
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MICHELMAS Member
since 2012-02-15
Posts 305Lancashire England 
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Black Diamonds The smoke lingered, its entrails whispered As if it had a tale to tell And on the streets beneath the yellow lights The shadows moved as if alive Whilst rain, just a pictured reflection Transformed the feelings of the day The slow dying heartbeat not transfused Commuter steam trains, home too late The last barge, no quay or open gates The gallows of the cotton hoist From the hall, the sound of mournful brass The tally man and shaft now gone Dust within the lungs, a man still proud Just coal stained tears, a coal dust shroud |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Yet another work of poetry on the plight of the working man. Impressed mightily with the first two lines of this poem. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice...James |
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