"mounding" poems - Hello Poetry

Eastern Montana Badlands 1930s.... Coal where one found it, Scoria hills, Layered lignite Waiting near the surface. Burning lignite beds, Smoldering centuries old, Scarring and turning clay to scoria, Crumbling rock, Testimony to lightning fires Beneath the hills. Crude mines backed into cliffs, Pick and shoveled coal Free for the risky taking Heated homes. Coal caves, Low and gaping, Horizontal shafts. Wagons first, then Trucks backed in. Crowbars and picks Brought lignite ceilings Crashing in rotten shatters Mounding, sometimes burying Trucks below. My father told me How he helped Chris Ginther, Deaf coal miner, Hammer holes, Insert charges, Long fuses, trailing. Old Chris packing holes, Tamping, Tamping, Tamping... Lighting fuses, Tamping, Tamping, Tamping. My father said he'd yell "We need to go!" Old Chris Seemed never to hear, Tamping, Tamping, Tamping, Until finally... Sauntering out Before the rumbling Thump. I can see the two, Chris and my father, Just a boy, Lost in lignite clouds, Coughing.

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Jan 28, 2022

Jan 28, 2022 at 9:21 AM UTC

don-bouchard

Lignite

Eastern Montana Badlands 1930s.... Coal where one found it, Scoria hills, Layered lignite Waiting near the surface. Burning lignite beds, Smoldering centuries old, Scarring and turning clay to scoria, Crumbling rock, Testimony to lightning fires Beneath the hills. Crude mines backed into cliffs, Pick and shoveled coal Free for the risky taking Heated homes. Coal caves, Low and gaping, Horizontal shafts. Wagons first, then Trucks backed in. Crowbars and picks Brought lignite ceilings Crashing in rotten shatters Mounding, sometimes burying Trucks below. My father told me How he helped Chris Ginther, Deaf coal miner, Hammer holes, Insert charges, Long fuses, trailing. Old Chris packing holes, Tamping, Tamping, Tamping... Lighting fuses, Tamping, Tamping, Tamping. My father said he'd yell "We need to go!" Old Chris Seemed never to hear, Tamping, Tamping, Tamping, Until finally... Sauntering out Before the rumbling Thump. I can see the two, Chris and my father, Just a boy, Lost in lignite clouds, Coughing.

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i am rare arrogance brilliantly caked in sinuous batter inexorably fluid taught grime, as the invited breath of salt pillars in my nostrils. like god, like christ's woefully placarded woody drizzled body the autumn is also every sign of poesy and the imminent closure of flaming stodgy existence his season is waiting at the fore. ready to mass swiftly white exuberance snowly at the behest of gray freckled heavens long and talking paleness, in tiniest majority, flakes flakes abounding footing the asphalt gardens and the naked arbor flesh by the lakes. by the lakes says some trees, "we are and justly so shall be, for a time longer than thou who are more temporary than we. like grass, wither succulently afore the mounding **** of time; eroding assuredly thy pink sack of viscous organisms in unnoticeable obvious certainty." and they said so, the trees, they said life and i said i said "axe"

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Nov 7, 2010

Nov 7, 2010 at 10:59 AM UTC

patrick-wakefield-1

i am rare arrogance

i am rare arrogance brilliantly caked in sinuous batter inexorably fluid taught grime, as the invited breath of salt pillars in my nostrils. like god, like christ's woefully placarded woody drizzled body the autumn is also every sign of poesy and the imminent closure of flaming stodgy existence his season is waiting at the fore. ready to mass swiftly white exuberance snowly at the behest of gray freckled heavens long and talking paleness, in tiniest majority, flakes flakes abounding footing the asphalt gardens and the naked arbor flesh by the lakes. by the lakes says some trees, "we are and justly so shall be, for a time longer than thou who are more temporary than we. like grass, wither succulently afore the mounding **** of time; eroding assuredly thy pink sack of viscous organisms in unnoticeable obvious certainty." and they said so, the trees, they said life and i said i said "axe"

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Heart broken wounds open words left unspoken head pounding heart ache hounding tissues mounding go NO stay please come play? Let me see your insides lets see where the pain hides take down your confines I am a child again craving his approval watching my hearts removal all the whilst his face scrunched in reproval am I ugly on the inside too? Thoughts racing pain facing its okay babe but this may sting cutting deeper, oh god whats left you've taken it all my heart, my life, my breath just a little more princess dont stress the way I make you feel in between shall repress all the times you said goodbye all the lows but never the highs ill make you feel new again dont fight me, its all in vein I promise this one last cut and no more pain!

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Apr 11, 2018

Apr 11, 2018 at 7:24 AM UTC

Rae

No more pain!

Heart broken wounds open words left unspoken head pounding heart ache hounding tissues mounding go NO stay please come play? Let me see your insides lets see where the pain hides take down your confines I am a child again craving his approval watching my hearts removal all the whilst his face scrunched in reproval am I ugly on the inside too? Thoughts racing pain facing its okay babe but this may sting cutting deeper, oh god whats left you've taken it all my heart, my life, my breath just a little more princess dont stress the way I make you feel in between shall repress all the times you said goodbye all the lows but never the highs ill make you feel new again dont fight me, its all in vein I promise this one last cut and no more pain!

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Falling fast, taking time. Delicately dreaming, past prophecies. Feeling fine, loving life's lies. Falling fast, through time. Trying to tame, my malicious mind. Memories mounding, silently sounding, alarms and animals, waking wildly.

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Sep 24, 2011

Sep 24, 2011 at 11:54 PM UTC

joseph-kernozek

Dreaming

Falling fast, taking time. Delicately dreaming, past prophecies. Feeling fine, loving life's lies. Falling fast, through time. Trying to tame, my malicious mind. Memories mounding, silently sounding, alarms and animals, waking wildly.

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smiles smiles are contextual social constructed smiles aren't something I do very often thankyou.verymuch but, occasionally, i'm looking for everything and nothing and i see it in the way her hips sway when she walks And I Hate That. I Never Did That. Before. and now i'm smiling. you think i'm lying? later i'll be crying. why isn't she dying? Isn't That What We Do?! the brick walls surround me the depression's mounding up, here! I Am Not One Of Those Pigs but sometimes you've gotta find something to feel good about ****

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Nov 10, 2011

Nov 10, 2011 at 10:55 AM UTC

aj-enemie

Smile

smiles smiles are contextual social constructed smiles aren't something I do very often thankyou.verymuch but, occasionally, i'm looking for everything and nothing and i see it in the way her hips sway when she walks And I Hate That. I Never Did That. Before. and now i'm smiling. you think i'm lying? later i'll be crying. why isn't she dying? Isn't That What We Do?! the brick walls surround me the depression's mounding up, here! I Am Not One Of Those Pigs but sometimes you've gotta find something to feel good about ****

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To have avenues nuanced ancient scientific entities titrates rationed rather irrationally at a rats rate -do you feel anything yet?- To have access to the Brocas and Wernicke at all times -unless compromised- Nonsensical arrangement of bits of sounds mounding to some amount

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Feb 8, 2015

Feb 8, 2015 at 2:23 PM UTC

cecelia-francis

To have avenues

To have avenues nuanced ancient scientific entities titrates rationed rather irrationally at a rats rate -do you feel anything yet?- To have access to the Brocas and Wernicke at all times -unless compromised- Nonsensical arrangement of bits of sounds mounding to some amount

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