Best Alloys Poems
FREEDOM OF CHOICE
The greater blessing is the power of choice
Not gifts nor riches any way compare
With having your own mind, to give it voice
See then your many options and rejoice
That You may wander here and venture there
The greater blessing is the power of choice
Prefer the active to the passive voice
And you will find the strength to counter care
With having your own mind to give it voice
The slave may drink from cup of gold alloys
And sleep in sheets of silk and satin rare
The greater blessing is the power of choice
Beware free handouts for they may invoice
With lost volition, thus they will impair
The having your own mind to give it voice
Fulfil your obligations, then rejoice
Though poverty may seem a threat to bear
The greater blessing is the power of choice
With having your own mind to give it voice
I am a bar of gold as shiny as can be
At least that is what I see
But inwardly other alloys lie
Seen only by the refiners eye
So intent is he to make me pure
Fiery trials sent, gold will endure
The impure thing to the surface rises
Impatience, pride, and other uprisals
It's not my fault I boldly say
I was shiny 'till that fire came my way
It's the fires fault that I uproar
That ugly was not there before
If you don't send the fire my way
Then shiny I will surely stay
NO! The outward man you look upon
But the pure in heart to Me belong
Patiently He says, confess and then
Forgiven, I will wash away your sin
Mixed in your gold, impurities lie
And they will surface by and by
Do not point, accuse and blame
The ones I use to surface them
Love the ones I chose to use
To polish, sharpen and purify you.
Be thankful for my trials? You should!
All things work for your own good
The purpose? No, not to condemn
But that I might wash away your sin
You see I have come to set you free
From all of the impurities found in thee
The fruits of love will take their place
Lay down your life, I'll give the grace
I'm the pot Lord, You're the potter
Heat the fire all the hotter
On your altar I am a living stone
Mold me, make me, your holy home
tempered steelheads migrating through the
shallows, their metallic scales lubricated
with penzoil two stroke motor oil.
moving over sand and rocks
some gray, some brown,
some smooth, some jagged and torn.
with alloys glistening in the summer heat
they brush up against the rivers stones to break
off the fishermens disappointment.
all those scarred gums whose fishhooked
lines caused thier lead bellies to rust.
in the muddy waters they stir,
drink to much whiskey and sink to the
river bars sandy bottom.
their rigid frames drifting through the sediment,
with heads lowered swaying
slowly like submariner zeppelins, trying to
navigate against the turbulent waters.
now these mechanical nomadic sailors keep for
themselves a tin compass in the sky filled with
memories of home.
but still they are mellow preachers
rolling and tumbling in their hardened
elements trying to find their way.
bedazzled by jewels
beguiled by the gem of you~
diamond eternal
as fake gold duals
alloys mix unbanding two~
with flames infernal
tears drowning in pools
blinders tunnel, love eschews~
so notes my journal
Love is
Surrounded by Monarch butterflies,
on migration
A tingling in your gut
does not defy
A warmness flutters inside
When flowers perfume
When you are near
You feel the same, I shall assume
Love hurts
When rubies now rhinestones,
dullen, sullen
Diamonds now glass,
cutting deep
Pollen smothers,
I swallow my sorrows
My bleeding heart
Let’s stay together
Dowse the drought
Better a diamond with a flaw
than a pebble without
Earth blanketed
in plush, green, quilted fabric from which
boundless rows of life emerge.
A season of reward, given for seasons of reserve.
Woodlands. Cavernous, leaf-bound sentinels.
Refuge and shelter to every frail, native creature.
The green leaf of summer refreshes and makes opulent
each breath of life taken on earth.
Rain. A cloudburst's baptismal penance.
Restoring the host, as tears grant
absolution to the soul.
Waters feed stream and winding rivulet.
Capillaries in the earth are filled
with this vital plasma of life.
Sky. A clear-blue jewel.
Alight during the day, darkening
and cooling the night.
Two faces, one of aquamarine.
One of tanzanite.
Carrier of warm summer breezes
that lift the wings of high soaring raptors.
Wafting the intoxicating incense
of flower, corn tassel, and new mown hay.
Bounty. The enigma of melding such elements.
Nature's providence, given until the
next new season of bud and leaf.
Every stalk, tuber, pod, ear, or head of grain,
transformed into rich food.
Alloys forged in the cool furnace
of seed, soil, and rain.
Of Summer
7-18-14
Free Verse
the sound wave slips serpentine
isolating notes from the chaotic noise
the ocular ray rebounds on the rock
refracting its boomering-photo of corrugated surface
the pulmonary sponge expands its alveolum
to the sea of pre-prejudice aroma
a hand of outlining mass tolerates its first electric mutation
when caressing the iron rod
a sucker mouth inflames the nipple
savoriing milk and saliva secretion
...the pilgrimage of experience through the layers of time
pulverizes ego into oblivion
the being-enemy alloys tender wisdom
and death arrives with torch tongues
incinerating the decadent organs
and blushing illuminating existence
silence, brightness-light
the sound waves weave sonatas
with limpid multicolored rays
Adroit Android
Somewhere between the outer limits and twilight zone
Operating within acceptable parameters of functionality
Sam Android, according to his name plate
Etched along his metallic neck and back
Came from outer space with an agenda
He did not come to serve mankind
He did not come in peace, either
This android had something other on his mind
Programmed by another species
In their image and intelligence
Sam Android gathered information of a certain kind
Reconnaissance of metals is what he is exploring
Shopping for refined alloys and powders
Our scientists wanted to dissect him like a bug
To see what makes it tick with little love and lots of tricks
Androids do not like to be touched by strangers
Clearly printed in the manual he came with
Our technicians studied it and everything found on his space ship
Before they flipped its switch and turned him on
Once activated, there was no off switch, no turning back
Sam had two bright cobalt eyes that came alive
Absorbed everything in sight
In that cold and calculating way of extraterrestrials
It moved quickly with precision and intellectualism
In a nice calm voice it told the soldiers and scientists to move back
When they did not, and by the way, it only said it once
Then opened fire with a laser gun
Penetrated all the walls of the facility of knowledge and higher study
We learned a potent lesson about adroit androids from outer space
They are clever, savvy, do not like to be touched
Or say things twice
We must listen to our cosmic friend
Who could not have been more succinct and clear
Before it blew our buildings and men away
He came here for the metals and other alloys
Communicating with eloquence and in good form
Androids are adroit, programmed that way
Copper blooms, titanium too below the iron of the sky
Rich fields of ore, quarried, lay everywhere without a quarrel
In conjunction with all things shiny on the land and rust of day
Mountains pinnacles are miles high
With gold draped cliffs of drifting yellow beads of brass
Green vegetation grows around them to quell their worries
Reaching to be free from electricity, thermal conductivity
Streams that run along the fields of metal valley mines
Gray with aluminum strands soft and solvent
Punctuate the landscape up above
Anodizing, analyzing, thinking they are zinc
So much of zinc below the solid surface riches
All this to be discerned by proper science expeditions
Metal machines gather what they need to feed their kind
Golden days, silver nights, tongues of tungsten
Wrap themselves around themselves for warmth
Metalloids are not yet born or forged
Malleable to shaping when they come
Some nonmetallic friends stop by to see the young
Marble and silicon are spies
Disclosed, exposed as such
Despised, disposed of for their corrosive side and lies
Platinum dressed in blue arrives
Stays to take a smoke or two
Smoldering in a blistering sun
Smelted, furn-aced for the future
To be tempered into something smooth
To contemplate the truth with other alloys
Query how all metals can be used
How Earth can hold itself together with the ores
Both in the ground and in the metal fields outside
To lay aside barren lands their souls in sun for warmth
Metal-tate a way to feel the force
They carry on and need no water
Of course rocks are most jagged and driest on mountain tops
They yield the finest metals, minerals at their pinnacles up there
And where suns furnace first glowed on
Touched the tip of Earth
Up there still, refines, defines the metal fields
9/22/14 Pinnacle - Poetry Contest
To live a day safely in a city
where citizens must be echoes
and human rights are a fairy tale
but you want your mouth not pinched
your ears not pulled by anyone
or coconut not to hit your head;
a lemur you should be,
the big eyes not to miss coming danger
Live as a donkey-
the long ears to detect dangerous footsteps
Live as a giraffe -
the long neck to enable you see horizon
live as a tortoise
the hard shell to safeguard you
from falling debris
Live as starfish, colored, without brain-
brainless to avoid reasoning,
as this is a taboo
Live as turkey- dumb, foolish-
drinking water only when it rains
with no heavy demands for rights
Live as a gazelle-
take off fast when things are unbearable
But do not exist as mosquito-
you will annoy brain-workers there and,
you’ll be hunted down with clubs
Do not live as a dog-
always foolishly present in waiting,
loyally carrying out dirty errands
your back will be broken with kicks
Like mother Pandas, brain-workers in the city
care about feeding only on bamboos,
can kill offspring by rolling
on them without care!
A bamboo be not, a child panda be not,
a mosquito be not at any moment
Galvanize wisdom and courage with
alloys of foolishness and weakness
if longevity is to build shelter,
in your courtyard.
Crack open an eye on Saturday morn,
and reach out to give him a cuddle.
To find he's been up since break of dawn,
and crouched in a black oily puddle.
Began with the Polo, a fast one I guess,
On day three the engine goes BOOM!
Self serviced the car to cost himself less,
Now there's wires spewing out from the loom.
A holey exhaust, a broken headlight,
and *** burns adorning each seat.
The bulbs have all blown so he cant drive at night,
or too far coz the car overheats.
To top this all off, he then bought a Golf
GTI so it's fast as a cheetah.
It's German, it's black, he's named it Adolf,
The fact it won't start, common feature.
He pulled out the seats and the engine and tanks,
It's now just a sad empty shell.
I put up and put up but still get no thanks,
So I wish these cars would burn in hell.
I'm tired of washers and bolts on the floor,
of my kitchen and hallway and loo.
Got wires and leads and cards off the doors,
Full suspension in my living room.
Im sick of these Dubs, I'm sick of the sight
of alloys and tyres and....just....bits.
The attention these Dubs get from morning til night,
It's beginning to get on my.....nerves.
Just put down your spanner, your socket and wrench
and grab a cold drink from the fridge
Take off your stained jeans, and jump in the bath
Now, where did I put the phone number for the scrap yard?.......
6th September 2011
I shall continue to say and I shall not stop
I shall let the world hear and let them know
For water springs in the well you dig and with no stop
In this heart it becomes a sea and ocean flows
Of joy, bliss and eyes wear a show
I shall rise up my voice into the air
And alloy your name with the air
To transport it all over where exist
In her quiet way that chimes the hear
And let them know you are ~ oh sweet
As pleasant as honey
You are dear and of harmony
You are love within which my heart dwells
That makes me speak of love in a lovely way
You are just ~ just who you are angel
Your alcoholic heart alloys with mine ~ I' m intoxicate
Your seductive voice seduce my sense
I'm out of thought
But of you... you and only you I sense
In each second the pendulum streams
I am the mother of hundred billion,
Now dumb and ears shut,
Orphaned by my own children,
For whom I bequeathed myself,
I am the Goddess of creation,
The creator of evolution,
Now I stand chained and hand cuffed,
Like a slave begging for clemency,
I am dragged to guillotine by my own sons,
The dagger pointed towards my chest,
Just to face this deception I fed you with milk?
Why a war between the nature and the nurtured?
I am pleading you to stop,
But nobody listens,
Stamping me with your metal feet,
Spewing pollutants on my face,
Why you fail to hear my cries?
Machines encroaches my body,
I bleed and bleed and smeared to death,
I made you clever, I gave myself for your inventions,
But that was for my children's comfort,
And now your acts are the catalysts of every global problem,
It's high time you stop your reckless exploitation of my crust,
Is society shaping means killing of public health?
I know what my babies need,
I gave you the Paradise,
But your science has changed my Biosphere,
You dig me for gold, extract my oil,
Suffocate me by dumping plastic,
Burn my skin with garbage and pollutants,
Artificial alloys, satellites and sources of energy,
Now I have lost my natural beauty!
So many Panels and so many Conventions,
Still not discovered the reason for Sea level rise?
Don't you think of my shedding tears,
My cries are shrinking the Arctic ice sheets,
Why humans are so eager to kill me?
But I never die alone,
And that is my biggest pain,
I am the mother of millions of species,
They all need me to survive,
Why humans alone fail to understand that?
Don’t force me to fight,
Let me always be a caring mother
Never turn me to a callous women
My weapons are disastrous,
Never make me to inflict those,
You can never win,
So Leave me alone – completely alone,
And never think I am nothing worth,
I am the Almighty Mother Earth.
The only planet in our solar system to enable life, planet Earth. The Earth is unique among planets in our solar system for having water in its liquid form at the surface. She has given us everything, everything to support our existence. Air, water, land, oceans,seas, clouds, rain, wind , breeze, food and all. When all species can understand that why humans alone stand as exceptions. STOP YOUR EXPLOITATION
A poem dedicated to my “MOTHER EARTH
Favoured poems allow me to feel blessed, letting me rejoice
Announcing soul’s gratefulness midst apathetic noise
Vouching expression anchored upon faith’s poise
Optimizing reflective times, despite doubt ploys
Resonating human nature's bests and decoys
Expressing earnestness of heart’s voice...
Declaring my need for the Lord's hoist.
Poems I delight in reverberate with life joys
Offering inspiration against hypocrisy that annoys
Exuding truth in varied forms along writers’ prudent choice
Making me praise* God for poets and their great style-alloys...
Shaping my poetry, enhanced by what my learning pen employs.
*Psalm 44:8 In God we boast all the day long, and praise thy name for ever.
December 12, 2019
2nd place, "FAVE" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier; judged on 12/15/2019.
Some people don't know when to stop...
Black clouds of poison gas crowd bunkers
Soldiers laugh and others wheeze
Symbols of luck on tainted red flags
War creates nothing worth fighting for
But the world thinks that
everybody's better than the next
but we all know that everybody's hurt
Fire-
Evil-
Alloys-
Reasoning-
all the things are teasing me
Everybody's hurt and it's running though there
Veins and as the weak and helpless run
Ivory towers crumble as the enemy
Laugh at those crushed or gunned
War is and evil craft
although unmasked
The evilest of spells
Children hide in wells
Guns, swords, and hooks
Flashing horrible looks
Men in bloody shirts...
Everybody's hurt
CHRISTMAS VILLANELLE
Come join the birthday, celebrate, rejoice
For One who woke the world to set it free
To sing our carols with uplifted voice
Then with His blessings and with power of choice
Our eyes are opened now that we may see
Come join the birthday, celebrate, rejoice
Unchained from sin and close writ law invoice
We grant to others each their right to be
And sing our carols with uplifted voice
Make Merry drink from cups of fine alloys
No close confinement laid on by decree
We join the birthday, celebrate, rejoice
Though tribulations drew our sails from hoist
Let these dark storms pass on into our lee
And sing our carols with uplifted voice
In time to come we’ll know long waited joys
And we shall lift our hearts with new esprit
So join the birthday, celebrate, rejoice
To sing our carols with uplifted voice