Best Metallurgy Poems

Once the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber,
Whence the winter woke me when the third was three in number.

I sense that a wince doth lurk and wear which wicked gaze,
Of conniving shadows cast between my bedroom windowpanes.

I try to sit up from the fluff...

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Thrice the night—the day!—both fell to sleepless slumber,
But now in Spring, though yet again: The third was three in number. 

I sense a wince remind itself,
Of what it means to be,
Instead to beg for booked shelf,
To see without a key.

A wince doth lurk wearing which...

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The ask of cultures. 
Dutch to Portugal, do you think colonisation of fruit and lands and their inhabitants was the fairest exchange of our tactics of the strategy to wrestles of communication. They decided the best option was a renegotiation of trade affairs and markets....

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A wince doth lurk wearing which wicked gaze,
Of conniving cast shadows ‘tween my windowpanes.

Gazing through the window’s diaphanous gelid glass, 
I see a flushing fluorescent misty haze of frothy brass.

It floats aloft the frost of the frigid Winter floor, 
Stirring cirrus shadow limbs of a...

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Twice the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber,
Yet again awoken by winter when the third was three in number.

I sense that a silence doth sneak ‘tween cracks of weathered wood,
Conniving with that which shadows show to those whose senses could. 

Turning my head to...

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Xenophobia 
We are not seeing the Africa inspired by Mandiba.
We are not seeing the Africa inspired by our 
Ancient Kings of rusted spear and shield.

This is not Africa!
This is African inspired after colonization,
The one set at the period of imperialism.
The Berlin conference of 1884-85.

The oppressors...

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Take your raw material
And bend unto me
The coarse metals we will refine
Transmutate, warp, and respindle

Through wizardry of dance
Extracting luminous physiology,
We will free value from metallurgy
Exchanging strict elements

This molten process infusing
Will rebuild the architecture you see
You, my love forged through dreams
The mutant virtual labs of psyche...

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Earth was peaceful 
In the time of remembering 
Where the pasture looks so flourish 
Childreen roam around the green-field 
And they Cheers in an urban glory 
Every where looks so beautiful in winter 
Pitter-patter falls on you in the summer 
There were zestfulness and lovely...

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The post industrial lack of revolution continues to spew its poisonous fumes,
Into our mouths from its radioactive decay whose half-life is replenished by half of our own.

Plucked ripe from the fruitless laurel of she who bears the buds of forget-me-bots, 
We’re but organic meat trapped...

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As i Knew
The butterfly flew
Someone or something is new
On one's eye view

As the shimmering Light
On the darkest night
If you might
Nothing in sight

As even if you are
Sit as Tsar
Twinkling like a star
Waiting By the car

Aren't making someone a fool
Standing a deserted stool
Feeling unrealistic cool
Going to the...

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MORNING OF OPTIMISM

A blue pigment covers the heavens
hope spreading like a giant reed mat to infinite ends
Day ahead promising something new
like Indian merchant ships of 1570
The atmosphere is dense with optimism
Morning metallurgy separating our fears from hope
The morning is good.

Saints wake up kneeling besides the...

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In acetous longing
Penchant and efflorescent
Enumerating metallurgy
Feather, dust and stone
Apart and in essence same
Can in such majesty exist?...

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A travel rarest from earth heavenly
To make me martial celestially
Teaches me to understand the norms
Facing all galactic storms  
Noblest souls from Martian mother
Engage in decoding alien stature
Land of water once in plenty
With looks sound and dainty
Red planet has been a source
Of attraction and super...

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Frice the week along with night had fallen to sleepless slumber,
Trapped again 'tween times when thirds are three in number.

I sense a grimace gurgle in these halls of boned wall,
The aching whims and shaking limbs: Myself, a wretched thrall. 

Discomfort settles in the neurons pinned...

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I wanted to make something drawn from bosom
      You & I gemini'd, 
From the wells extract'd virginity untouch'd 
     by compounds—
Forgot to send it out, forgot to hit send,
Hello, anyway, to perfluorocarbon philharmonica;
Excerpt kernel unspool'd from...

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