Poem -

EXPERIMENTAL MINING ALONG THE RICH BLOOD VEIN

Rusted bones 
hung low from salvage yards
crippled broken shared rainbows
hands counted by the dozen
under tunnels swallowed whole
empty dockyards
ghostly sails reward 
steel veins cross in vivid lonely tracings

working poets die in chiseled bars
screaming eagles search in stars
lungs bleached in hells dark feast
while bright jewels compete
cardboard family crests adorn the static shock
pathway pillows create religious jest

haunted views in city skies
iron walking angels shed glass and crystal
metal goliaths creak 
and Davids weep
union waves caught on criminal shore
picked lines bleed 
forming forsaken lakes ,
eyes flash-words trickle faster than truth runs

Tales so bold recited for dimes
unbelieving keyboard drones
yawn exposing vast hollows 
vanquished spirits gather in threat
retreated fences protect falling visitors

Hands being collected by the dozen
redundant artistic arms -collective in there agreed fortune

A GOLD COIN SPINS 
TWIRLING IN ACROBATIC DECISIONS
DECREASING THE EVENT
STILL TURNING CLATTERS AGAINST A MUDDY STEEL BOOT

HEADS I WIN THE SUITED SHADOW GRINS,

above just an echo floats away
a tear manages a stain
the ghostly sails turn away

 

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Syd

Hi there, I come from a mining, working class background. This poem really spoke to me. I especially like this verse

haunted views in city skies
iron walking angels shed glass and crystal
metal goliaths creak 
and Davids weep
union waves caught on criminal shore
picked lines bleed 
forming forsaken lakes ,
eyes flash-words trickle faster than truth runs

"Metal goliaths creak and Davids weep"

"Words trickle faster than truth runs" brilliant! 

One day maybe I will be able to write so well. 
Take care - Syd 

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terry terri ZO

written from my heart - got lot of friends who were miners during thatchers era-plus worked myself with hands -i was steeplejack until-gravity caught me out-i remember the comradeship - they have pulled down all the chimneys i worked on -in our area there was 300 odd Brickworks etc -now 2 left--  thousands men-dumped
thanks for kind remarks-terry

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