Best Nitrate Poems

This town, this Silk Road had no toll to pay
  yet from the east caravans again fill its
pharaonic marble and glass temples. Monolith

malls rise its clefts, eco-wilderness morph
  into multiplex cinemas; mini golf 
and carparks - the 20th century gold fields.

A new rush...

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The innocence is transfusing
and overturning 
the goat skin drums
children of the mills,
children of the junkyard,
alone, 
and savaging
and we keep filling them with
mercury, nitrate, espestice, baby bombs
blasted out of their shaved heads
scared,
and foraging...

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Balcony moods
Morning offering;
Song of bird duo


By the yard edge
Bird frolic twitter;
A cheery quartet


Song fills dawn
Sunlight slants;
Window view sparkles


Last night's rain
Wet grounds betray;
Uneven footsteps traced


Joy after sorrow
Traces of old grief;
Ushered out abruptly


Old sepia memories
Silver nitrate etchings;
Old time photography


Haunting faces preside
Mother and father;
Yesterday's courtesy


Today flings
Doors wide open;
Strangers...

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Behind frosted glass

            Visions of a silver moon

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How much hate can a terrorist create?
Truck loads for those who decided my mate Deans fate
The date 12th of the 10th 2002
Two ammonium nitrate bombs blew
It was an attack by a pack of rats
Murdering my mate on holiday with the Kingsley Cats
Celebrating a grand final...

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What a dreary midnight November 
Nitrate toxicity this New York City
It should never have happened

Our first winter snow, what a low blow
Congestion, Cough, Runny Nose, Sore Throat
Bengay , Dayquil and Nightquil 

Night come early
The dawn cometh late
Ice on the dash board
And the Mailman always late

No...

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Soup and greens,beer and tea
buttlerfly young just love me,
aphid trap and liquid feed
ladybird heaven,yes indeed!
I love phosphate & nitrate soil
such versatility reduces toil,
my leaves quicken the compost
all this for free,at no cost!
Okay,okay,yes I sting
but for you its win,win,win!
,
Tribute to the utrica dioica...

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Suppose there is no life in space, just us. And we inhabit Mars,
air condition Venus. Hold family barbecues, national holidays
on Mercury. Fly to Jupiter for spas of ammonium nitrate.
And go farther afield in the galaxy and on to other galaxies
leaving behind map-faced men, crow-like women...

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i spit fire like a torcher/
i grew up into a Mc schorcher/
vile dialect wreck you to the corner/
world leaders band together border/
me from me showing im a performer/
is sick ritualistic Horror/
i mutilate anyone who is poorer/
upside down youll never been soorer/
find your wife cut her...

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The bathroom of this trailer house on stilts was the only place i wanted to be. it was where all the dope was made. It didnt have beautiful people or velvet ropes. But if you where in it you where a VIP. Standing outside you...

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will the Palestinian children of Gaza
who get sicker by the day
from drinking the polluted water
(caused by the Israeli government’s 
Operation Cast Lead 2008-2009
bombing of Gaza, which obliterated 
the sewage system there, subsequently
leaking poisonous anemia & cancer-
causing nitrate levels into the water
system, with a blockade still...

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A dandy simple homemade mixture
Made in my grandma’s kitchen sink.
Potassium nitrate, a staple fixture
Oh, you and yours use charcoal? Wink! Wink!
Yes, it is legal on my own property.
Come on out, and watch me blow up a tree.


Written:  11-07-2018      ...

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Our wishes tattooed on my membrane mind,
Silver nitrate of love with womankind,
While we lazed in the lap of a springtime dream,
Of our futures baptised in a sunlit stream.

The mill wheel turned the canvas sail
  That caught the wheat-germ breeze,
Our youth played tag with fleeting...

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Farewell to the order, cried in depth, 
A surface skimmed flat stone, 
For sure the past drinks slower breath, 
Cold-cocked and slow deflating; 
When the tyres kiss the steely rims 
And wrecks replete with rusted hubs 
Drop over distant hills. 
Only backfires and laughs remote,...

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I am blinded by her image, 
A lone sainted visitation, 
Marching on the snow swept steppes, 
A ghost in isolation. 
I glimpse a tribal statuette, 
On white-gold desert plain; 
A stallion black as ebony, 
A charge of love and pain. 
As celluloid flaps off the...

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