‘Neath the Ground
Another wonderful work of Rick Mobbs
Where shines not the sun
Fabricated by the flesh of fallen titans
And stars long since destroyed
‘Tis not sorrow
Glinting in eyes long closed
‘Tis not death fed upon
The truth of this earth
Trod upon by countless souls
Is not sought by conglomerates
Nor hell-catters
The riches of which can be cupped
By no pocket
There is a breath of ages
Felt only by minds in motion
And bodies still
Shovels and picks shall not render
The indomitable sprit
Of this world
Know this
‘Tis not the soil that staves gravity from swallowing you asunder
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April 28, 2008 at 12:34 pm
Wow, Ozy, love where you went with this, some wonderful lines, especially
There is a breath of ages
Felt only by minds in motion
And bodies still
April 28, 2008 at 1:40 pm
abso-fucking-lutely awesome.
you’re one of a kind and it’s so sweet to just drink down your words.
April 28, 2008 at 4:21 pm
that breath animates you, oz, and brings us all this.
April 28, 2008 at 4:29 pm
I don’t know what to say so I won’t say anything except wow! Oh, and I really like the last line.
April 28, 2008 at 4:29 pm
I don’t know what to say so I won’t say anything except wow! Oh, and I really like the last line.
April 28, 2008 at 4:39 pm
^^That bears repeating^^ LOL!
April 28, 2008 at 4:48 pm
Hi Ozy…
Enjoyed this…
Love the words and picture to match…
April 28, 2008 at 4:54 pm
“There is a breath of ages…”
eish great line
April 28, 2008 at 8:49 pm
You hit it out of the park once again.
April 28, 2008 at 8:52 pm
excellent execution.. and this line….
The riches of which can be cupped
By no pocket
only the richest of the rich will understand….
April 29, 2008 at 3:24 am
thanks a lot for your response to my comment on the poem “Survival of the Planet — Sunday Scribblings” by Delhi school teacher Gautami Thripaty!
May I recommend readers with a deeper interest in earth matters to also reasd relevant poems of mine, either on http://libidopter.blogspot.com/ or on my poetry site at PoemHunter.
With best wishes
Erhard H.J. Lang