Convince them of necessity. Then councel
Of an immediacy.? Step it up to an emergency.' And keep it fast paced-volitile
With some pathos see.! Appeal to good intent..And hype the alarm, then offer the
Solution to every arm.? Throw out the cash
Raise the debt, get some princes to press
Knuckles yes! Get that photo op set.' Push
Out the quacks, oh the doctors i mean.?create some rules..Get real obscene, get
Old dolly parton to sing along, and many
Celebs will join the throng, its all about egos in the world you see.? And paying and
Paying..Well who ( the hell) values whats whats free.?
It claps down through the lonely lane of view,
Far an eyesore with intent, trying not
To build out of raw annoyance long queue,
Lined up in weakness from a feat so hot.
Bit by bit, busy mornings mining miles
Away from nearer tease, closing up luck,
With tense atmosphere clawing calm styles,
Beasts in loyal heart lately riding truck.
On weary road, catching fun of captives,
Past weighs… each weird run’s timing: shooting .
Now, on its fitness, time what fun forgives—
A stake of peace commending rolling spit.
On a roaring mountain top upon birth,
Off silent valley’s stage: offensive death.
I ran into a man who was mining
clouds for their silver lining.
And for just a smile, you could buy
an endless supply of good cheer from this guy
to keep the sun in your life perpetually shining.
*_Mining for understanding*_
There is a mine for silver and a place where gold is refined.
Iron is taken from the earth, and copper is smelted from ore.
But where can wisdom be found? Where does understanding dwell?
No mortal comprehends its worth; it cannot be found in the land of the living.
The deep says, "It is not in me"; the sea says, "It is not with me."
It cannot be bought with the finest gold, nor can its price be weighed out in silver.
It cannot be bought with the gold of Ophir, with precious onyx or lapis lazuli.
Neither gold nor crystal can compare with it, nor can it be had for jewels of gold.
Coral and jasper are not worthy of mention; the price of wisdom is beyond rubies.
The topaz of Cush cannot compare with it; it cannot be bought with pure gold.
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Descriptive Poem: Job 28:1-2,12-19
A consortium for interplanetary exploration has conducted
the first ever mining operation in Mars, using robotic
automation that unearthed many valuable minerals and
uncommon elements from beneath the red regolith.
Scientists are not yet sure if for future Martian
colonization and mining activities they have to breed
an AI race.
as I see some children
forced to do hard works
in coltan and other illegal
mines in DRCongo.
terrorise by some group of rebels
daily.
some United nations officials
support those dark deals
mostly.
many people stay
quietly.
Painful to see polluted waters
Fish killed by different acids.
Fishers screamed
terrible.
Oh! DRCongo is attacked
in different angles.
This cruel world
Filling with some heartless
People
Who care for themselves.
Putting rules to destroy
others
To remain very
riches
on this planet earth
which is very
impossible.
Secret envy,
Hate
Jealous
exposed.
Oh! Yahweh God,
I know one thing ...
Their days are numbered
As no one will live
Forever.
There in *SIERRA PELADA *
all that glitters is gold..
if not on the SOIL, but
in the golden toothed mouth
of Mr. Jose Rich Coe'... !
PS Serra pelada mountain MINING in Brazil
Over there in the West,
Sun rarely sets,
Three thousand miles,
Social media smiles,
There's our Oz mining industry,
One power-that-be,
Pacifist lives here,
Way too much Uranium, no cheers!
The coal miner descends
into the mine much like
his father and his father’s father
it’s his way of life.
Into the mine much like
the others, he goes into darkness
it’s his way of life
as they carve into mountains.
With the others he goes into darkness
far below a world of light
and they carve into mountains
as he finds veins of coal.
Far below a world of light
the dust he breathes coats his lungs
as he finds veins of coal
to be taken away.
The dust he breathes coats his lungs
as he gives his life for bounties
to be taken away
like dreams that fade as a child.
As he gives his life for bounties
his wife’s heart yearns for a better life
like dreams that fade as a child
but her visions take wing
His wife’s heart yearns for a better life
far beyond mine shafts and scarred hills
but her visions take wing
as the coal miner descends.
Into the wilds
I trudge
In search of
Osmiridium
I keep an eye out
For
Thylacine
But know they
Got rid of them
I follow the tracks of
Finnegan
Who was on the run
For his life again
The 73rd of foot
Again
Some were thinking
Good riddance to him
Finnegan
Ran blindly
Through the bush
Right across the top
Osmiridium
Yet
He seen that treasure
Denied to me
Thylacine
I guess
We are square
In the circle of life
Finnegan
Osmiridium
And belatedly
Me
Twenty-two miles to the Roslyn mine.
Two blocks beyond, ten headstones you'll find.
All dated the same the registry claims,
though the wind, the ice and acidified rain
have disfigured and stolen the names of those souls.
My tears they might wash and reveal some of those
but are wasted. They run down my nose.
The #4 Mine blew out in ‘09.
Now ten graves lay neatly in line.
Each man skipped the Army to work underground,
found eternal peace and never were found.
Twenty got out, then the fan house she blew
from an explosion of black damp allowed to accrue.
Ten lives disappeared in the dust and the fumes
And in the dark they were buried like in Brigadoon
I left by the toll road, crested the pass,
crystal streams from Lakedale my compass.
To a sacred valley of aspen and ash.
Ten decades to heal now, tears looking back.
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Go through chores as, like a machine
the sunrise, sundown, the rains, and snow
the countryside pass by a train window
but can't drink the green valley to the lees
along the mountain slope the mist rises
swept clean by a light stream from among clouds
sea waves thrash the shore and back they go
the glacial river water flows down to the plains
poke the ecology to melt ice at the source
fertile lands begin to wear desert signages
channel energy to mine minerals and wring out oil
combust petroleum to run trucks and automobiles
disease and pandemic checkmate growth
damage life, in the gambit to make it hunky-dory.
Busy bees humming
On wisteria flowers
In gold nature gives
I was in grade five when we moved up north to a remote miners' town.
Even my memories are dull. I escaped as soon as I could ~
never looking back
harsh inclement land
nickel left behind
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Dams, mining, extraction and fracking!
Logging, trawling, oops this urban expansion!
Plastic, toxic sludge and fertilisers,
Industrial revolution, Mass production!
Rising pollution and depleting fossil fuel.
Expanding population, you greedy humans!
Squeezing nature and melting glaciers
Chocking gases creating Climate conundrum.
Speeding extinction, your helpless restrictions.
Destructing ozone layers, eroding my very foundations!
The earth in pain whispers to me:
Why are you causing this depredation?
Look at my dereliction!
Please stop this destruction.
WHISPER TO ME Ii CONTEST
Sponsored by: Regina Riddle
Date: 14th June; 2020
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