Best Isotope Poems

What is thy duty
Where is thy service
An eagle’s chance
Oh, I would give
This right arm
To drink of
This goblet, but
One sweet
Night
To gain
This isotope
Of love...

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ELEMENTAL DESIGN

Hydrogen to Helium
A fusion formed by gravity
A carbon-based delirium
Molecularly infinite energy

An ancient discipline known as alchemy
We’re consciousness - the explosion - amorous 
We dream...

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Just watching raindrops slapping leaves
is better than anything requiring electricity
including fame and posterity. Monday
morning I walk over to the art museum
stand before Homer. I'm imagining
life...

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Madison's defense of the establishment clause to the Virginia legislature:
"Religion both existed and flourished, not only without the support of human laws, but in spite...

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THE ALTURNATING CURRENT IS CHANGING THE BUDDA AMPLITUDE, 
WITH OUT THE ARTIFICIAL AUROMA THERE IS NO MASS OR MAGNUTUDE, 
SO WE INTENCE THE THC SO...

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The heaviest isotope of hydrogen,
It has one proton, two neutrons,
And one electron.
If you forget the mass number is three,
Use the prefix tri
You’ll remember the mass,
And...

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Writing a poem with only my thumbs
Opposable digits are A-number one
Will autocorrect fix the words I write wrong?
Not all words are lucky as I coax...

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It’s another isotope of hydrogen.
The mass number is two.
It has one proton, one neutron,
And one electron.
If you forget the mass number,
Of deuterium.
Remember the prefix deut,
Means...

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spin the lamp all the way down,
 lay low the polio eradic skyline.

 down to where beds exit through
 lime hollow eyelids.

 saint isotope on...

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Ribbed and fusiform deluxe
Is it tuxedo or a tux?
Hairless or ruggose
Gregarious or almost comatose
Everyone with empty can in hand
Unforgiving, are they living?
Too silicified they boast
Their...

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To the heroine of harrow: 
I offered hard labour, ploughing my soul in an inch,
Now, days go by in my Trelleborg without feeling a pinch,
Spotlights,...

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What I find pointless are some words we speak
Like isotope, calamity and wretch
Wandering through a meadow of steel
I see the cold field outstretch.
And upon the...

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A single word is branded into the fresh snow in urine.

'Memoriam'

Over the crest of a barren hill covered in winter's dowry,
there is a brown form...

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A dormouse in a field bucket is very very happy. Such important information gained from the stale water and a legal beetle is buzzing in...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s The Cat Sat on the Mat, La chatte s’est assise sur la natte by T. Wignesan

(Unless I’m sorely mistaken, this’s EM’s...

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