Best Magnesium Poems
A spectacular show enlightens heavens above
In ephemeral musings of burning meteoroids
Mimicking likeness of falling ornamental stars--
Beaming streaks of rainbow-colors earthbound,
When earth crosses trajectory of comet's path
Encountering in its way pebbles of cosmic rock
Colliding, illuminating in orbital trespass,
Elements of iron, copper, magnesium, silicone
Glittering within spectra of kaleidoscopic astral art;
Streaming down rockets of blazing stars--
Tinted meteor-showers flaunting nature's panorama
Fixating sights upward where constellations are,
In idyllic August venue gazing ashen sky
Exhilarated witnessing magical phenomenon;
Mesmerizing predawn with seductive stagecraft
Premiering its play slyly when moon's hiding out
And sun's yet to commence ascending golden arc.
August 15, 2019
Placed 2nd: Shooting stars poetry contest
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Placed 3rd: Strand select N contest by Brian Strand
Categories:
magnesium, sky, space, star, universe,
Form:
Verse
Some things I think are overhead
Are also underneath my bed
And this is true of you, as well.
So mark my words now, as I tell:
Beneath the clothing bins we store,
Under the stairs and basement floor,
Beneath the tracks of snails and slugs,
The homes of chipmunks, moles, and bugs,
Beneath the cracks where waters run
Through garnet and magnesium,
Below the mantle—an iron core,
More mantle, crust, then ocean floor,
With thermal vents, volcanic glint,
Turtles, whales, and tiny shrimp,
Beneath the driving winds and rain,
We find the stratosphere again.
And deeper still, the moon’s bright face,
Then stars and wonders strewn through
space.
So maybe now my claim is clear;
We rest upon a little sphere, and
“Up” and “Down” make sense alone
To Beings who are stuck at home.
Categories:
magnesium, earth, imagination, nature, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
You are the river running through
unfathomable greens
glassy yellows
down in the core of the river
flicker lightness on top
You increase me…swell me…impregnate without word or deed
push me to the fore till my sail fills with your carbon
a deep blue undertow …rip tidian
only moderate and full…like a plate of food...of vegetables …of fruit…of corn
You are the dark brown peat from which I absorb minerals
vitamins … steel ...magnesium…sulfate
the pillow of my essence’s rest in your name …hurricane
You fall on me
Wash off delusion
And I am a small green thing …a fine rooted thing
Small leaves of me stretch for your chloroformian shadows
My roots dig deep
hear your drum beat in the equatorial regions of the flaming core
I bend around the rocks …look under ever beetle’s shimmering skin
in all things you can be found
Amorous and craving …a magma surface of tension and sun
in tree tops …dark places
in the dark alleys
You are the blue jay…the cardinal but also the raven
the oak knows you too well…the west wind too and swells up in my skirts…my cottons
my downy …my linen …my lead
you stand … your hands on your hips
look out over the possibilities
hungry for returns
I echo
Light housing across ….a sound burst
a wave in a vast universe of waves ..so many
too many waves
but you will hear me
Master of my heart
lover of my flesh and bone…my fat ..my thinness…my crispness…my luxury
You will hear …what no one else will ever know
and call it home
Categories:
magnesium, first love, life, love,
Form:
Free verse
Upon this world in centuries long past,
Dwelt in woodland glades and pastures fresh,
The spirit of Utopia was cast
By nymphs and faeries in their pristine flesh.
In innocence and truly wondrous ways,
Phantasms of delight would greet the dawn,
And gentle creatures thrived in ancient days,
The phoenix and the lamb and unicorn.
Yet tides would turn and slowly parasitic
Denizens of darkness trod the land,
With sterile minds, their trespass scientific,
Indoctrinating methods came to hand.
Cities sprang on barely distant plain,
Structures towered, spires of steel and glass,
Spreading like a cancer-ridden stain,
Eating each and every blade of grass.
Streets reflected harsh magnesium glare,
Pesticides produced with no delay,
The blackness of a future painted there
With creeping scents of graveyards and decay.
Concrete drowned Utopia to death
And dragged the dreams of legend down as well,
Mother Nature's lungs were starved of breath,
False paradise defined a living hell.
Yet gadgetry malfunctions to a halt
And science on it's own cannot set free,
The heart and soul of man by some default,
It never is enough nor will it be.
Soon nothing moves, a chill breeze starts to blow,
The things that once were great or so was said,
Are drenched in sheets of radioactive snow,
A mortuary world slabbed cold and dead.
What science could have rescued them from this,
What reason of the night seek to undo?
For when one looks into the dark abyss,
The dark abyss looks also into you.
Thus now the graveyard world collapses on,
With screams engulfed in falsified euphoria,
With hopes and dreams redundant, dead and gone,
Comes darkness, death, decay to Robotoria.
Categories:
magnesium, science fiction, world, dark,
Form:
Verse
Dairy foods are excellent sources of calcium
Phosphorus: This is an important mineral in bones, teeth and a part of every cell in the body
Riboflavin: This vitamin supports normal vision and healthy skin. It’s important to the production of energy in your body
Protein: This nutrient builds and repairs body tissues
Magnesium: This mineral is important in building healthy bones and teeth. It’s also
important in muscle contractions and nerve impulses
vitamin A: This is an important vitamin in maintaining healthy eyes and skin. It is also important in bone and tooth growth
Vitamin B6: This vitamin helps make red blood cells and helps build proteins in your body
Vitamin b12: This vitamin prevents anemia and helps maintain healthy nerve cells
Vitamin D: This vitamin helps maintain calcium and phosphorus for healthy bones. Milk provides appreciable amounts of vitamin D
If you were paying attention, you may have noticed calcium missing from that list. That’s because the following poem is devoted to the benefits of calcium (and what happens to your body if you don’t get enough of it)
Categories:
magnesium, childhood, children, christian, kid,
Form:
List
There’s no greater spiritual healing,
Than planting vegetable seedlings,
And feeling living soil on your hands.
You might get tired from aerating,
Watering, weeding, and cultivating.
A kind of love that’s hard to understand.
There’s just no better money investments
Than organic compost soil amendments,
To improve the structure of your tilth.
Add to that mycorrhizal fungus—
Watch your fruit flourish in abundance,
And feast upon your fresh garden wealth.
To make your garden more prosperous
Dig in some nitrogen, phosphorous,
And potassium rich amendments;
Sulfur, calcium, magnesium
Copper, manganese, molybdenum,
Zinc, iron, boron-- trace elements.
Don’t just plant flowers to please your eyes;
Attract honeybees and butterflies
To pollinate those vegetable blooms.
Whether you’ve got sand, silt, clay or loam;
A garden’s the best part of your home—
Make your gardens your favorite rooms.
Chorus:
Soil’s beneath your fingernails.
Green stains are on your hands.
Your face is weathered by the sun,
And manure’s on your pants.
You might look like a redneck,
But whatever your background…
There’s just nothing that tastes better
Than what you grew from the ground.
Categories:
magnesium, creation, flower, food, fruit,
Form:
Lyric
Does it shimmer with confusion?
Quake with conclusion
Sulfate with the meanings residue
confound and astound you?
Does it rake and equivocate
Does it boil down and resonate
Does it shake your foundation and destroy your
condemnation?
If so your getting it right
Categories:
magnesium, humorous, write,
Form:
Rhyme
"I dived into the cauldron of magic potion-
and pay tribute to God's Galactic Soup."
_by Poet
Galactic soup, the Lord wished for,
one day when he felt empty, bored;
some nutrients to give him more
alternatives to be explored.
With hydrogen and helium,
He then stirred in some oxygen;
mixed carbon next then added some
neon, iron, and nitrogen.
He tasted it- but still not done.
The flavor needed silicon,
some sulfur and magnesium;
enough, for now, to work upon.
His soup was done and it was grand;
created by his expertise,
a perfect flavor, strong not bland.
And so the Lord felt quite at peace.
But he had stewed a giant bowl;
this was too much for him to hold.
To share it was His brand new goal;
so next, He managed something bold.
He flung his prized galactic soup
into the void in which He lay;
with a big bang, eternal swoop,
His Universe was born that day.
And from His soup, all life emerged
from gentle lambs to sharks that bite.
And likewise, humans, He diverged
to yellow, brown, red, black, and white.
Categories:
magnesium, creation, space, universe, word
Form:
Rhyme
(How Dare!)
Hate and jealousy have no dimensions
Calm I appeared for none to suspect
A nuclear bomb had blasted me apart
The adrenalin had evaporated
My eyes were like veiled magnesium balls
My nostrils were polluted with the air of jealousy
My heart inflated and deflated like a lost gas balloon
Realised I was a grainy sandy mountain of strength
Gathered my broken bones joined them
With the delusion of sweet gelatine
Settled my hairy antennas and stitched my ripped wits
Set my mental clock right to hear my ticking pulse
Turned back the pages to re-read the cause of this
Atomic disaster. Funny how complacency and
Underestimating every opponent as a friend
Had mutilated my whole being. My words
Uttered, my plans imbibed and carried away my
Yearned for prize froze my ulcered voice
Haunting silently, 'How dare!'.
HONOURABLE MENTION
Balveen Cheema
September 9, 2015
Contest: My Most Read Contest
Sponsor: Jerry T. Curtis
Categories:
magnesium, anger, emotions, friend, spoken
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Carl Andre - A Sampler*
Convex Pyramide
Carl Andre if Carl Andre then Trabum (1972)
Sculptor - Minimalist then Sculptor - Minimalist if Carl Andre
Carl Andre then The Way, North, East, South, West (1972)
Still Blue Range (1989) then Still Blue Range (1989)
Carl Andre if Carl Andre then Carl Andre then Sculptor - Minimalist
Magnesium Squares
Carl Andre then Copper Galaxy
Sculptor - Minimalist then Trabum (1972)
Carl Andre then Carl Andre then Still Blue Range (1989)
Sum Roma (1997)
Carl Andre then Sculptor - Minimalist if Carl Andre
Equivalent VIII (1966-1969)
Carl Andre if Carl Andre if Carl Andre
Sculptor - Minimalist then Still Blue Range (1989)
Carl Andre then Trabum (1972)
The Way, North, East, South, West (1972)
Carl Andre if Carl Andre then Sculptor - Minimalist
Copper Galaxy
Carl Andre then Still Blue Range (1989)
Sculptor - Minimalist if Carl Andre
Carl Andre if Sculptor - Minimalist
Trabum (1972)
Carl Andre then Sculptor - Minimalist
Still Blue Range (1989)
Carl Andre if Carl Andre
Sculptor - Minimalist
Carl Andre
•
*Googling each prime numbered line leads on and on into Carl Andre's life work.
Mathematics&Poetry—based on the fundamental theorem of arithmetic.
Categories:
magnesium, art, beauty, math, me,
Form:
Imagism
Vast, powerful motion of all time,
How many do you facilitate sublime?
To discover, protect and to ably fight,
By wood, to keep our territory right.
To race, enjoying the sea air of such waft,
And to fish for delicious bites from our nets cast;
Enjoying the freedoms of the Common Fisheries Policy,
Having livelihoods protected through areas of advocacy.
One of carbon and two of oxygen, water,
And of course with salt which does the liquid alter;
Also with sodium, magnesium, calcium and sulphate too,
Plus the ions potassium and chlorine which do.
You can't really drink it apart from a sip,
But seawater and its fish can be boiled for your lip;
Cod’s coming back as no more overfished,
So pollock does not anymore need to be wished.
Our first travels were made on the ocean wave,
Its captains gave respect and sensibly did behave;
We journeyed from England to America to make,
A life for ourselves which nobody was to brake.
It moves with power, and sometimes takes a life,
And hides oil that's dug through much toil and strife;
The global community needs to channel its energy,
For renewable sources to be designed with synergy.
Categories:
magnesium, journey, nature, ocean, science,
Form:
Heroic Couplet
We cannot do without water,
But it could do without us
If we choose!
Bodies of living things are made up
of mostly water, squashy plants,
Blood and Lymph included too.
Without Hydration, the skin as well as
Internal organs would become very dry.
Dry organs cannot function and
Would definitely malfunction!
Even tears and saliva would be
diminished,
Forming crusts instead of lubricating!
Drink lots of fluids, for fluid loss
is a continuous thing-
As we breathe, sweat, in kidney-
filtering,
Water is indeed a Requisite for life
and living;
Mucus dilution during the Common
Cold.
Normal electrolytes depend upon it.
Potassium, Sodium, Magnesium
when dry, crystalizes and heart and
Brain problems we do get.
Water is also seen in Crystallization,
In the form of ice, snow,or on cold
surfaces.
It crystalizes on those unfortunately
frost-bitten ones,
In the frozen, hard unrelenting cold
caregivers take care of!
It Precipitates in Seas, Oceans, Rivers,
Lakes and Streams;
Where "hot air rises" as a mist to the
clouds,
Making them heavy to "fall" as rain.
Animals, Humans and Vegetation welcome it.
Water is a great "body-guard" for being
Impermeable,
Oil and water never mix and fat is separated too.
Water helps form blood and lymph after we eat,
Flowing to flush out our accumulated mess.
We are Invigorated with life, as cells hydrate
Durig a long trek on a path at camp.
Water invigorates the life-source due to
exhaustion,
Even the Lord cried out "I thrist."
Water "minds its own business:
Quenching the thirst of animals,
Irrigating lands as it passes by,
Filling reservoirs for domestic use.
Choose to make use of it daily!
Poetry Contest:
Poetry Title: Elements Part 3: WATER
Instructions:
YOUR POEM TO BE SUBMITTED WITH ALL 6 OF THESE WORDS:
1) HYDRATION (2) REQUISITE (3) PRECIPITATION (4) IMPERMEABLE (5) INVIGORATE (6) CRYSTALLIZATION.
Poetry Contest Deadline: Friday, April 29, 2016
Sponsored by: Brian Davey
Categories:
magnesium, animal, health, humanity, mountains,
Form:
Verse
Sitting in bed.
It’s time for sleep, shower first.
Three baskets of clean clothes, bedside.
Cats' nocturnal sport rumbling across the wood floor, mother pouncing daughter, chasing rubber balls.
Tinnitus and the sound of air whuffing through the ventworks. Faintly piano music seeps through the seal of my door from children’s room, as they dream. I’m sitting... in bed.
I need to shave. My razor’s dull. The hairs will be plucked from my face, less shorn. I will examine skin for blemishes, and finding none will probably aggravate a neutral irregularity to the point of bleeding. I’ll brush my teeth first, to avoid the taste of shaving cream. Then shave and shower, and recall the salt stone my abuser once gave me. She loved me then. Perhaps.
My shampoo is infused with tea tree oil and mint. It irritates my sensitive scalp a little. It smells so good.
I’m not ready to sleep. I’m not ready to shower or shave. I still taste milk on my breath. And I’m awake, as if capturing a few more moments of consciousness… were a virtue. Is it?
Tinnitus my faithful friend. A frequency so high it’s almost imaginary. A close listen reveals dissonance, two or three tones. The warbling interference pattern. You are the closest I come to silence.
Cotton swabs, shoot. I need to make a list. One or two things I remember in the store, and more I forget. Some microwavable containers for rice, to take to work. I’ve been eating sweet potatoes in an effort to lose weight. I like them, but… variety.
Something… something else I wanted to remember. Batteries? No, that wasn’t it. Cobwebs? No, why would I need to remember cobwebs? I have cobwebs in my brain. Ah! Kitty litter. So that too, and… well, I’ll think about it later.
I’m starting to lose feeling in my feet and lower legs. It’s better than restless legs, with which I sometimes wrestle. Usually when I’ve done this, procrastinating sleep. Magnesium depletion, I suppose. Or something.
To have a hand on my back, scratching sweetly. An tender arm draped lovingly, even excitedly over my large belly. The sensation, the meaning. I long for it. Long hair, gentle voice, she's with me. Forever. If only.
Goodnight.
Categories:
magnesium, good night, life, my
Form:
Free verse
I'm another "Being"
But on Earth "Incarnated" but I love Mother Earth but I know I should be somewhere I can only think with my "Imagination"
The World is a Beautiful "Creation"
Being Killed by "Variations" of "Pestistations"
I have a metaphysical "Frequence"
Energy of "Magnesium"
Another beings look down on Earth of our "Unappreciation"
Heaven is infinity times
The "Synchronicity" of Peace on Earth "Entity"
A "Chemistry" that can only be felt "Spiritually"
"Physically" my flesh is "Weak"
But my Spirit Or Soul "Unleashed"
Is at a "Degree"
Of all "Pinnacles" "Peaks"
My Spirit "Speaks"
To me "Mentally"
An my Guardian Angels Are in "Reach"
An angel with an Guardian "Angel"
Look at from my "Angle"
I'm so grateful but still with Sinful "Nature"
They not only killing us but our "Dominion"
Our "Instrument"
The "Image"
Of the "Musician"
Created with his Word for his "Intentions"
For "Living"
Death wasn't "Intended"
But the Fall of "Eve"
Of the Knowledge of the "Tree"
Being "Deceived"
Changed our Future to generations to generations "Conceived"
Child Labor to " Breed"
Bearings "Increased"
Fallen "Cherub"
His Heavenly "Inheritance"
"Fleed"
Jealous of the "Genes"
Of "Man" and "GOD"
But it's hard to "Understand" and "Odd"
I love my mother "Earth"
An I hate that they "Thirst"
To destroy the "Works"
Of GOD An to "Perch"
Her to the "Dirt"
The beautiful "Creatures"
Lions Tigers "Beavers"
Their striped "Features"
Instincts and "Demeanors"
While we are Earths an their Soul "Keeper"
My words are getting "Short"
But I'll write that in the next "Report"
Categories:
magnesium, animal, death, earth, eve,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
The-lit-wick-burnt-quick
I am the dipped stick
People are always referencing to
For two reasons:
One, is that I held on too long
Two, is because all but two fingers are gone
Lets look on the bright side, shall we...
I was a beautiful explosion!
A vibrant bouquet
Of summer flowers in bloom
Emanating from my hand
In offering to the night sky
There was an orange so serene
It could make the setting sun cry
At least I lost my pinky finger
And not my right eye
The potassium and iron oxide
That filled the firecracker's column
Made brilliant scores of violet and red
As visions of pyrotechnical plum ferries danced in my head
There was also a yellow that looked as if it escaped from dreams
Like a day lily in the morning that just busted its seams
This can be attributed to the explosive levels, of sodium
Which may of in turn resulted, with the loss of my thumb
Iron was unmistakably there creating a pure gold
The color of the ring a lost extremity used to hold
Copper sulfate was present creating the truest of blue
Five digits once stood where now there is two
Titanium, aluminum, or magnesium powders
Gave the finish a hurtful bright white
I may be giving a peace sign
But everything is not alright
6/9/16 - real late at night
Categories:
magnesium, angst, color, firework, funny,
Form:
Rhyme