Best Natural Gas Poems
My eco car runs on natural gas
Naught to sixty, what a blast
It runs like a dream
Refueled by baked beans
All free from a humans ass
ODE TO PETROLEUM
I
In the past coal reigns without any challenges,
But now,the modern glory is petroleum-a toothful fact,
Found juxtapose with natural gas
Formed from dead remains of marine plants and animals,
Thick and viscous,dark and real~the black Gold
To be refined and distillated to perform better,
No matter your class,you cannot ignore him,
A source of power,power to move and glow,
which makes the economy to flow.
II
You are so unique,Many countries struggle to possess,
For your energy supply is immense,
Your selling price controls the world`s economy,
A wonderful dream for the Persian gulf,
Fuel is needed by the mighty to foster his strength,
Lose control and become toothless,
Nations rising against Nations to have a taste,
You are sweeter than honey,better than milk,
Ye!,A great relieve to man.
III
You gave birth to plasticos..,
which is classic-whether thermoset or thermoplast,
packaging is better,finishing is splendid,
anti-bacteria,anti-corrosive and heat-resistant,
putting smiles on the faces of many actors,
Engineers are elated and their skills showcased,
Imagine a universe without automobiles and plastics,I mean YOU!
...Alternatives are being sought but yet,None.
Petroleum the energy savior;Kudos to you.
My friends say this magnificent rose
Gives off the most wonderful aroma of spring
I am catching a scent somewhat obscure
As yet no recognizable thing
For I'm losing the sense
Of smell in my nose
Perhaps what I'm smelling
Though peculiar and unselling
Is this lovely flower
This most fragrant rose
Most likely it's the pasture
Expelling natural gas
Which is nostalgic and familiar
With its hint of ammonia and pungent aroma
But, I fear, even this shall pass
There's the most angelic sound in the meadow nearby
That is what my lovely neighbor conveys
She jots down the melody with each bar and clef
For I cannot hear it
I am practically deaf
But I do hear the shrill voice
Of my neighbor's young lass
Which is nostalgic and familiar
Though disconcerting and frightful
And never delightful
I fear, even this shall pass
The most beautiful creature stops at my house
It arrives every day to feed
This is just what I've heard
To me it's all blurred
For a new pair of glasses I need
But I do see the glare
From a bonfire of grass
Which is nostalgic and familiar
Though odious and weedy
And noxiously seedy
I fear, even this shall pass
My neighbor is bringing a dinner she will baste
Which others around highly praise
The sensation for me is hardly a meal
I have lost the better part of my taste
But I savor the peppers
She always brings me in mass
Which are nostalgic and familiar
Though indigestible and spicy
And especially dicey
I fear, even this shall pass
I fondly remember my wife's gentle touch
But this sense too I now lack
If it weren't for the fall
I'd have no sensation at all
But, for these sharp piercing pains
Down my back - Alas! Alas!
While nostalgic and familiar
And though crippling and painful
It is nothing disdainful
And I fear, even this shall pass
Now when I'm gone all will be quite sublime
I will have transcended to the sixth sense
I will be free as a bird
Free from the limits of time
Reunited with the Lord of Providence
Arizona's part of Ukraine
The home of Senator McCain
He'd gladly start shootin'
At Vladimir Putin
Since this terrain's in his domain
Author's note: Senator McCain and Cindy have a vacation house and natural gas pipeline interests in Crimea, but now they are banned from there.
Coral and lime stones
You can take the country out of me
However, not the trace of acid lime out of my blood
Growing up on the island has its advantages
Everybody was related to each other: and everyone knew
each other real names.
My grandmother was known as Nana to every little boy or girl
We all were well mannered bare feet rug rats
It was never about sparing the rod, and spoiling the brats
It was slap and several back slaps
No bad behave child were never reward back in those days
What I cherish most was the sense of freedom
playing in the open fields; running wild in the prickly grass
and chasing rainbow butterflies in the hot sun until dinner time
I remember lot of sunshine and weeks of rain
Plenty of fresh air, and poor folks who always care
about the welfare of each other
Somehow, the earth tasted like lime,
My cousin would take chunks of square dirt
And chew on it: Nana scolds her each time
However, every other weekend
It was a dose of castor oil or cod-liver oil
This made our little bodies tremble
She called it cleansing your little souls
And building strong bone and teeth
My little Island was all coral and lime stones
acres and acreage of sugarcane fields to roam
With made the earth more sweet and rich
Tropical; rainy season
Petroleum, fish, natural gas
on the tropical island of Barbados
what more could any child asked for?
besides being happy and safe
Looking back with a warm feeling
for the love of the island winds that blew
Over the hills on windy days
How can I not give back to the Island?
My heart would always remains
On the coral and lime stones earth.
Where Pride and Industry of the little Island is our motto
To run your car you'd better have big bucks
For these days the price of gas really sucks
You have to have it to get from A to B
And there is no relief ahead that I can see
Sometimes In desperation I ride my bike
Wearing my helmet like a good little tyke
Works okay riding around our small town
But often makes irritated motorists frown
My neighbor's car runs on natural gas
Few stations though-I think I'll have to pass
I guess I'll just keep it up long as I'm able
OMG..what if I have to choose gas or cable?
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It’s not just a globe…
The atmosphere’s wonder is held within a deep creation,
with natural lands made out of nickel, iron and clay,
a sphere with beaming skies and the dry land habitation,
with stretches of transparent water; oceans, seas and lakes.
From up here it seems so diminutive yet significant,
the big bang promised an earth with ages of interglacial,
I see the hazy cobalt air aspect making the world magnificent,
while I stare from above at the clouds for it's purely celestial.
The ethereal goodness of the skies shown three hundred miles below,
makes me wonder who actually created the earth,
unfortunately, all the pollution and littering has taken its toll,
I think the fossil fuels and natural gas are the worst.
I see nothing but black surrounding me…
A state of nullity with nothing to touch and adhere to,
one of the things I see is different shades of green,
the other thing I admire is the streaks in the sky of blue,
for no one can comprehend the flawlessness I have seen.
The elegance captured is priceless; worthy of praise,
there’s no exception when revealing its azure merit,
if we could only realize the globes beauty and embrace,
we are all a part of the earth’s ecosystem and are biospheric.
There is an impeccable wonder streaming around in my head,
the earth’s health is contingent upon the lifestyle we live in,
let’s save energy and support the world with love spread,
I observe in awe at a distance, that graceful thin blue ribbon.
Date Written: May 10, 2016
Trinidad
My island in the sun
Where my birthright belongs
My ancestors sail from far
... And there I was born
They came from India
Across the oceans
Work in the cane fields
And the plantation
Bring their curry spices
And Indian recipes to cook
Play their drum and dhantal
Sing and dance after work
Cooking roti on a tawa
Curry baigan and aloo
Dhal, rice and kuchela
Bara and channa too
How far Trinidad has come today
Together we aspire, together we achieve"
A small power in the world
With oil wealth up its sleeve
Free educations for
Every boy and girl
Mix with different races
From around the world
lord kitchener
The mighty sparrow
Brian Lara
And sundar popo
Going for a river lime
Cooking on the rock
Drinking we beer
And eating curry duck
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The Beautiful beaches
Walking on the sands
Singing calypsos
Beating steel pans
La Brea pitch lake
Natural gas and petroleum
Sugar cane and molasses
Old oak and puncheon rum
Aloo choka, fried Plantain
Bel air bar be que
Bake and shark
And curry manicou
Princess town to san Fernando
Barrackpore to Cumuto
Port of Spain to Mayaro
scarborough tobago
Most southerly islands
Of the Caribbean,
The none stop breeze
Of the Atlantic oceans
This is my island in the sun
Phosphorus sugar
It’s glowing in the water
Supporting all life
All will be coming from what we start now
That walks the earth and the ground which we plow
Continuing mission that cannot end
Getting from all we receive and we send
Core, mantle, crust, valleys, mountains, and seas
Gales, hurricanes, tornadoes, a slight breeze
Gold, platinum, diamonds, palladium
Coal, natural gas, and petroleum
Algebra, variables, equations
Trigonometry, sines, calculations
Axes, X and Y, how steep is the slope?
Tomorrow and after, do we have hope?
Temperature, pressure, volume, changes
Atmosphere, stratosphere, domains, ranges
Cooperation, mutual trust, peace
Growing and living, we can’t let them cease
Government, politics, all of the laws
Contracts, obligations, no escape clause
Tilling, planting, for a very big crop
Abundance supply, I think we will stop
Phosphorus sugar
It’s glowing in the water
Supporting all life
I called you pretty girl the other day,
and you,
pretending to be pissed off
asked,
was that what any man might say,
to any Miss he might have kissed.
Perhaps I lack a little gravitas
and could, just as a lover's prank,
rhyme "mass of natural gas" with "your cute ass."
You'd think me crass.
But,
might you forgive my clumsiness
to thank me should I write,
that life,
with all its tragedy and farce,
is gentler
for a glimpse of your sweet ****.
There was a time we were independent,
exporting energy out to the world.
Natural gas helped make us ascendant,
before the energy plan was unfurled.
Clean coal is indeed oxymoronic,
but our technology, better than most.
Nuclear probably is the world's tonic;
solar won't get you a night on the coast.
Shutting down pipelines, pleading with Saudis,
suspending drilling on government land…
With these pump prices, I'm getting rowdy;
time for the little guy to make a stand.
Putin? Darned tootin', he is an *ss hat,
but when I let loose, well, "Biden did that!"
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I'm driving the truck as little as possible these days, but $90 for half a tank of diesel is enough to bring out a bit of a rant...
A gas leak came again last night.
The dreaded bean a desperate flight.
It takes it’s form of natural gas.
A blowhard’s dream now fleeting fast.
A boastful blast out from the rear.
One last attempt it would appear.
Don’t push too hard just let it simmer.
It must be something you had for dinner.
Open a window to circulate.
The porcelain throne incinerates
The might king now takes his seat.
The time has come with no retreat.
One final blast will soon take hold.
Watch and learn from what’s been told.
The loo does sit on sacred ground.
A resting place has now been found.
Evidenced
FIFTYFOUR
CharlaXFabels
The Church Parsonage on Church Street the old Methodist Church where eye
used to go to church it Burned down.
My mother died a horrible murder death.
My brother died in a car wreck.
We used to fight each other though eye was elder he was bigger.
Eye was a weak and sickly child of GOD.
My Father died and eye do not knoe what of.
Eye was not always allowed to live at home.
My room was taken and the things in it like my toy box and the comics and the
yearbooks were all destroyed.
Eye was given a hardship discharge from the ARMY.
My home at Morrilton was burned down by a natural gas line leak which then
exploded. My family always hated me and wanted me to die alone. Eye stopped
my consumptive habits and was in a real fight in Arizona only was beaten into
Jesus and left to die half dead eye still try to live and love and write this is mye bio
mye evidenced.
High pipe stacks venting hot burning gas
In the Gulf of Mexico where fishing a blast
Oil rigs vent natural gas that never stops
The hot flames create - crackles, snaps and pops
This hot burning flame is known as a flare
it’s the serious fisherman will you find there
The heat’s so intense you stay far away
You catch fish there at night; not during day
Bugs are attracted to the flame at night
Then heat over comes them, they drop from flight
Small fish are waiting each night for the feed
That draws the big ones for the food they need
The giant ones are also hanging around
Normally the sharks find this feeding ground
When a giant one swallows a fish you have on
Best to cut your line before it’s all gone
But on this trip we’re after speckled trout
Keep fishing until all ice chests fill out
All poles are rigged up with two hooks per line
You’re always expected to catch two at a time
A speckled trout isn’t a trout at all
It’s named is “weakfish”, that’s its proper call
A brackish water fish, gets a foot long
In the Gulf at the flares, grow twice that long
“Flare fishing” involves being up all night
Grab a snack and cool one when off the bite
It’s a long run to get there and get back
Make the best of it you can, do not slack
All the ice chests must be packed just right
With layers of fish and layers of ice
Most all of the fish that we catch, we sell
A night of flare fishing, you’re tired as hell
You think to yourself I’m done doing that
Too much work and no sleep for what I get
But when someone says, “Let’s fish the flares”
I’ll say, “Sure, I love to catch them in pairs”
eighties hair big hair
parachute pants
natural gas
weeping
disease
death
inspired by the pass contest