Showing posts with label people. Show all posts
Showing posts with label people. Show all posts

Sunday, May 6, 2018

Mine Town Story

Mine Town Story












West Virginia Born, I was.
Not by choice here in 1951
Living in a Company Town
we call hollers, no towns near.

Food is scarce, but work's scarcer
Not many choices left 'cept to
work the coal mines three shifts
or could be a farmer or a bum.

Money here is Paper Scrip
and only payable to the miner
to buy and pay at Company Store.
Not much choice, no choice.

Houses were identical row houses.
Owned by Coal Mine, built cheap
in return for your slavery with
all boys, men of age to work mines.
.

Life was the same all around.
every mine visited identical
Every Coal Company same
No where else to go, no cars.

They had one room schools
with all grades in one room.
Most times older ones taught littles.
Spaces cramped no heat 'cept coal.

As time went on the Mines were
more civilized and built churches,
movie theaters, playgrounds too.
But pay was low and still trapped.

West Virginia mountains beauty
but was raped and ravaged by
thieves and risk takers of mine
Poverty, does not reduce beauty.


©Susans Soul

Sunday, March 4, 2018

Paints and Pens






I've had a hard week but I was able to write a few poems during the turmoil. This poem is named "Paints and Pens." I hope you enjoy it.

Susans Soul


Saturday, February 24, 2018

Facade

This is a poem written a few months ago for a contest on allpoetry.com, The picture was the prompt. BTW I didn't win. Anyway, here was my take on the prompt. Susans Soul...


Facade


Such a large structure demanding
Great recognition and respect from all.
Strong and sturdy housing a multitude
Of rooms and people, the respected family.
The house keeps please entries flowing 
As it observes the massive acreage that
Provide the house an array of stylish trees,
hedges, fountains, and flowering gardens.

No storm can touch the strong outer facade.

Inside those many rooms and people
Secrets abound like festering wounds.
The odor of the lies told to maintain the
Status quo--"Don't rock the boat," now.
Consider yourself forewarned that denial
coats, but the inner walls threaten their
encroachment on the strong outer stones.

The facade inside delivers damning news,
As both facades start to crumble from denial.


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