Best Bowels Of The Earth Poems

deep in the bowels of the earth
this treasure is found,
dug out by the men
who work underground,

they crawl and hack to fill the store
waiting for the call, mind your heads
as a blast is used to loosen more 
this black diamond.

In the mining area in the valleys...

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Deep within the bowels of the earth
a pressure builds up in intensity
As lava and gases increase in growth
bubbling and seething with angry fury

The pressure continues to build up
directly under the earth's crust
Which finally weakens and blows its top
yielding to the pressure's upward thrust

The action produces...

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No words ...
no words strong enough
to capture this obscenity
as egrets and alligators,
shrimp and oysters
and human beings suffocate
on the stench, the filfth of the latest
greatest disaster.

On the radio
some myopic crackpots
are talking about the price of BP stock
and 'now would be a good time to buy.'
Buy while...

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Into the bowels of the earth we descend
Down into the pit of hell
Crawling on hands and knees to mine
This precious fuel they call coal

Now Petey and I we are almost men
He is ten and I'm eleven
Been working here, down this mine
These last two years and...

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© 2009 (Jim Sularz)

Quiet mounds of yellowed tailings and dead weeds whisper low.
And proud rusting relics telling tales of striking gold.
The rush from East, from North and South, by wagon, train or foot.
Days not all that long ago, in tall ships made of wood.

“A gold...

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London’s clock just struck three
A forewarning of events to follow
The gloomy afternoon, an old mans delight
The weather of no concern, working late into the night

The village was in a festive mood
Of good will towards all men
Mistletoe and family gatherings
A twinkle in the eyes of young...

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An island
Afloat in a sea of galaxies and stars
Orbiting its sun
Light and energy to warm and stir its life
Conceived by God....
With one explosive...singular...divine idea
14 billion years ago
Launching time and place and an expanding universe
Ruled by the laws of physics and chemistry
Giving birth at once to...

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Rubies, sapphires, and emeralds, gems of such great worth 
Gems beyond price and beauty from the bowels of the earth
Sought for and dreamed of, fought over and even died for
When all said and done just pieces of mineral from mother earths core...


Placed in gold and...

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Out of the deep recesses 
Of human hearts
Comes a longing cry

For recognition
From where and from when 
Did they come?

Out of the bowels of the earth
Gold is found and dug
And the silver vein discovered

Out of the depths of the sea 
Formed in the womb of the...

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The Devil sits there playing, he’s as happy as he can be
He has a new game to play, he rubs his fiery hands in glee
Down in the bowels of the earth, the deepest hottest spot
Where white magma burns, he collects it, in his devilish crock.

He...

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Brilliant light reaches down, a hand from above
Touching life, illuminating lies, searing my retinas
Like something holy that defies tangibility
Reflecting upon the water as a striving, sorrowful soul

A dream of death, the final moments of a friend
Pushing the darkness into the despairing depths of my heart
Hidden...

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…to the dogs

He stared at the damp chilly night 
and marveled in frustration
seeing nothing at all -
except the black night

So many years ruined dancing to the same tune
days and night overlapping into an endless timeless space

Indigence, parched throats, empty ragged pockets…
guns persist as unflawed blood...

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Khatia Buniatishvili's Tour de Force of Tchaikovsky's Piano Concerto N° 1 in B-flat minor on Zubin Mehta's 80th Birthday*

… the caged-beast terrified defying the donderbus blasts vollies of muskets and cannons heralding the charge cavernous ton caisses blown asunder one blow after another yapping at...

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An image of the netherworld envisioned by a misanthrope

Mein kampf fraught re: 
emotionally/psychologically challenged 
impossible mission to cope
compared to classmates, I felt like a dope
and entertained escapist fantasies,
whereby Miss Rainbow 
(sixth grade student teacher),
though robbing the cat's cradle, 
she would abscond with me, 
a shy...

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(Idea engendered from Lombok earthquake: Indonesia)

Nary a chink of illumination pierces thru
thick cavernous rock solid chamber home
     to this crepuscular anchorite,
who spent untold countless chunks of time
holed up deep underground

     initially to escape deadly blight,
that afflicted vast...

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