Anthracite Poems - Poems about Anthracite

... Is dance a metaphor for sex? You’d think so if you knew my ex (at least the barflies all believe she’s hoarding something up her sleeve). But what makes people want to dance? An aural frenzy? ......

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...* MAGNIFICATION- I see, I feel chose up, Natural soul mine atoms mold Compulsive make up looked upon, so I see Seismic waves micro- I feel High pressures temperatures ca......

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...at the cusp between slumber and wakefulness I reach a subconscious of wonder it seems that my house was built too close to the ocean foundations and perimeter walls supported by reason and ......

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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 A......

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...Wait for the shutters to be closed, we will enter an enclosure in complete silence, like a deep cave which I don't know the way. My eyes will ignore all of the lights; there will be no more w......

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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 ful......

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...once more the rainbow paints in anthracite colour graphite expressions of grave charcoaled remains the lost beauty of obscure pastels is shadowed in pain the horizon threatens rational geo......

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...I spent too long away from her driving that rig, So I gave up the freight line and learned how to dig, ‘cause I knew I could get steady work at the mine. I was sure that our love was the permanent......

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...Here comes the train, chugging its way, time after time, each working day. Squeal of the wheel, scraping the rail. In worst weathers, blizzard and hail. Serpentine twist, tortuous turns. Hissing......

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...“If a tree falls.....?” No, there is no sound Without an ear to hear. If light shines on....? No, there is no sight Without an eye I fear. Footsteps are not heard upon a stair. Nothing tha......

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...the vice cannot squeeze any tighter bolts crushed under the benchmark gather dust with nuts and lost screws a DIY manual mocks arrested craft I cannot hold it together much longer limb......

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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 ......

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...The taproom is a crush. You slide between heaving shoulders, squeeze between pockets of overheated laughter to a small room set aside, a place closeted in smoky isolation. Here the barmaid ......

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...it had indeed become the autumn of his life and he had harshly lost every spring in his step when his wife began to abuse his good faith abandoned him by the way side and the side walk was utte......

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...grandma had always been a magical offspring of nature collected herbs images mushrooms psychedelic support tattoo in her mind rebellion independence and freedom mescal beans at stakes lookin......

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