Best Nitrogen Poems
The sunrise, pink magenta
Against wispy white clouds
Sudden noise, a lightning bolt
The sky shattered, the air rolls back
Thunder claps, nitrogen floats down
All plants dark green, spring's rain storm
After a soft spring shower last night, the air was washed clean
And saturated mother earth brings to life nature's bounty
Wisteria, Jasmine, and Azeala's scent wafts perfuming the cleansed air
Last night's accompanying thunder and lightning
Brought nitrogen that restores green to grass, plants, and trees
Now renewed shades of green dot the rolling hills, dashes of soft color those spring greens
A gentle zephyr stirs the leaves refreshed from the moisture and rich nitrogen air
Now hidden within the once barren limbs a tiny bird's nest nestled with care
Soon baby birds will emerge to feast on seeds nourished from this spring shower
A gentle spring shower is a blessing for man, earth and beast
Refreshing, restoring, and nourishing so all will be able to eat
Spring showers put in store water to carry the earth through summer's heat
Out on the porch to enjoy air washed of pollen, cleansed, and refreshed
And hear the birds sing at their very best
Last night's soft spring shower assures their life will be blessed__
Sponsor: Russell Sivey
Contest: Spring Showers
Written this twelfth day of April 2013
We inhale and exhale air to survive on Earth,
it cannot be seen but we need it from birth;
made up of oxygen and nitrogen and gases,
we cannot see 'air' even with strong glasses.
I feel its gentle caress in a soft breeze or wind,
it flows unseen in my cells to clear my mind;
brings me sweet scents too- tangles my hair,
it is invisible to the eye- but we all need air.
___________________________
July 16, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/Air
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1167-748-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Atmospheric perspective such a common ruse
You know way off in the distance a mirage of blue
Nitrogen and oxygen meet wavelengths above
A sky gathering that becomes a type of scattering
Creating the effect of a canvas mistakenly blue
A visual type of sorcery for the colour isn't true
Kind of like the occurrence within our blue eyes
A different sort of scattering makes a colour disguise
Not one person's eyes carry any cyan pigment
However we all do see this color eye so different
Vincent Van Gogh loved ultramarine and cobalt too
And Augustus Renoir used it primarily to set moods
From the mines in Afghanistan came lapis luzuli jewel
This adorned every Egyptian Crown to be sparkling blue
During the Renaissance marine was most commonly used
These are some facts of our favorite colour blue
01/04/19
For Contest "Blue"
Everyone is a blended mixture of
Elementals made up of
Oxygen, carbon,
Hydrogen, nitrogen,
Calcium, phosphorus, and…
Trace elements
A divine recipe, perhaps?
Some are yet to be born
Some are young,
Some are old.
Some are people of color,
Some are people who lack color.
Some speak one language
Some speak many tongues.
Some are social
Some are antisocial.
Some are healthy
Some are sick.
But what am I?
Some are poor
Some are middle-class
Some are rich.
Some believe in God
Some sense a higher design
Some aren’t sure
Some are atheists.
Some are extroverts
Some are introverts.
Who am I?
Some live on farms
Some live in suburban communities
Some live in towns and cities.
Some live off the grid
Some are liberal
Some are moderate
Some are conservative.
How shall I live?
Some are loving
Some are joy-filled
Some are hate-filled.
Some want peace
Some want a cause
Some want war.
Some want to destroy
Some want to mend
Some want to kill
Some want to heal.
Should I matter?
Should I not?
What are my choices?
Everybody dies…
But do I truly live?
In this vast simplexity of humanity
Or am I more than the sum of the parts?
Or am I just a glitch of stardust
Or a spark of the divine?
Momentarily aware
Yet, unaware
Forever in BlueJeans…
Forever questioning?
Through-out the night music in motion was my poetry,
so many beauties captured like still photos in the movement of skin,
like peace billowing in the wind,
the white flag finally thrown up,
and one world seperated from all the rest,
Dampered only by the fact that one-sided regret,
is wallowing in the waters of the ocean, in which we now drowned,
though the fires of our passion burned through the vigil night,
now rooted in the core of my earth,
Beauty touched my lips. . .my eyes. . .my soul,
finding freedom from haunting ghosts of the past,
in a blanket of comfort, his taste living on my lips,
toe curling stillness,
liquid nitrogen burning through our bodies,
He breathed art into my skin, through eyes of beauty,
disturbed not by the thought of the outside world,
If only time had frozen in our wake,
and this love we made had never come to an end. . .
For who can love you like i can?
who can breath the life of art into your lips?
The silence settles as the waves crash onto the gray, rocky, morning shore,
i drop the flower i hold into the depths of the darkness,
watching it float down from the cliff,
and whisper its name, hoping the wind will carry my tender voice to you,
-Forget me not. . . .
Winds blow leaves rustle the branches strike the windows
the dogs are restless and move from the sofa to their crates
I watch the leaves and branches as they dance a war
dance the dance of ancient tribes twirling around rocks and winds
preparations begin as the evening darkness spins
a warning dance and a blacken night
clouds cover the sparkle of the stars the only light,
electricity flashes from the sky, electrical wires are shut down
man’s mechanical load, light bulbs go out candles flicker
and fine grained crystal satellites are fighting to remain
the universe stretches and sings to a sun
stronger than anything mankind has known,
each second a billion nuclear bombs explodes
with earth, and planets’ moons red, white and blue
abandoned now oxygen free, nitrogen night atmospheric
emptiness there are electrodes in the air
magnetic fields solar flares
We damage the earth and the universe prepares.
t’s not us who decide
Of the order of stars,
Of the brightness of the Great Bear,
Nor the furtive appearance of a shooting star,
It’s not us who decide
Of the place of Jupiter in the sky,
The size of Saturn’s rings,
Or the duration of the day on Pluto,
It’s not us who decide
The composition of nitrogen and oxygen on earth,
Of the atmosphere on Pluto or Uranus,
Or the speed towards us of the galaxy of Sagittarius,
We do not decide the position of Cassiopeia,
Nor the speed of rotation of the sun,
We don’t decide our place in the universe
And we will never,
How is it that in the great din of the stars
we hear nothing, there is pure magic,
So let us be thankful to God for having been witnesses
of all this, for we will not change the order of the world.
Ce n’est pas nous qui décidons
De l’ordre des étoiles,
De l’éclat de la Grande ourse,
Ni de l’apparition furtive d’une étoile filante,
Ce n’est pas nous qui décidons
De la place de Jupiter dans le ciel,
De la taille des anneaux de Saturne,
Ou de la durée du jour sur Pluton,
Ce n’est pas nous qui décidons
De la composition d’Azote et d’oxygène sur la terre,
De l’atmosphère sur Pluton ou Uranus,
Ou de la vitesse vers nous de la galaxie du Sagittaire,
Ce n’est pas nous qui décidons de la position de Cassiopée,
Ni de la vitesse de rotation du soleil,
Nous ne décidons pas de notre place dans l’univers
Et nous ne le ferons jamais,
Comment se fait il que dans le grand vacarme des étoiles
nous n’entendions rien, il y a là pure magie,
Alors soyons reconnaissants à Dieu d’avoir été témoins
de tout cela, car nous ne changerons rien à l’ordre du monde.
Helium Lithium, Beryllium
They all rhyme,
which is the only way I can remember them.
Au is gold,
O is oxygen,
I’m not trying to be bold,
but life sucks without both of them.
Nitrogen, hydrogen
are both gases,
but that doesn’t mean they have the same masses.
Those are some of the elements in the periodic table that I find important.
I really don’t know much about the rest,
because in science class I never passed those test
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.
"HUMAN"
WE are stardust
CHNOPS
6 essential
building blocks
Carbon
Hydrogen
Nitrogen
Oxygen
Phosphorus
Sulphur
somewhere Cobalt and Gold
On the stockmarket
we could be worth
$46 million each and sold
for what our body contains
Bone Marrow
Heart
Lungs
Kidneys
Brain
Eyes
and
DNA...
and then some
literature relays;
53% water, salt tears
oceans’ memory
ancient and old
4.5 billion years
with an error range
of 50 million years
or so, we’re told -
Chemical elements
different atom types
created during a
Supernova explosion
a brilliant point of light
the death of a star
that has reached the
end of it’s life
the DEATH of a star
created from a point
of LIGHT
distributes and
gives BIRTH to life.
A Supernova burns
only for a short period
of time
life and death
death and life
Electric particles
Souls of Light
from a Universal womb
rushing through
a molecular wormhole
to commence all
over again
in another body
of solid matter
covering
electric particles -
bodies that are shells
containing beings of light
life and death
death and life
ashes to ashes
dust to Stardust
We are human
LIGHT IS LIFE
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 Jan)
"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.
I am a party animal, my heritage is mixed
quite content to lounge about when conditions remain fixed.
Suppose that’s the nobility which Krypton must provide,
maintaining stiff upper lip when I’m all buzzed inside.
Then too, I’m mostly nitrogen, which is very stable,
tamping volatility of oxygen: it’s able
to combine with hydrogen (that’s also in my make up).
Uncontrolled? Oh that would lead to an explosive break up.
Carbon Dioxide? Its percentage varies night and day:
vegetative respiration, or so the boffins say.
I wonder why I don’t glow multicoloured in a storm:
my neon, argon, radon being Vegas lighting norm.
If I had more Helium the humans would sound squeaky.
I imagine the attraction of that chap Enrique
Would suffer greatly from affliction. He’d become mundane,
and prove downright offensive if I gave him more methane.
I’ve also Nitrogen Oxide, not Nitrous NO2,
and a soupçon of ozone which had once protected you
from harmful rays from Out There much more than now is measured.
It seems that humans cannot see what really should be treasured.
I’m moved by friction of the Earth and pressure off the bat
while Coriolis effect pushes me this way and that:
north and south of the equator, the opposite I spin.
Any other speculations, my friends, are simply wind.
SATURATED SEEDLINGS:
Start
A solid life form
Shelled until Saturated
Grounded in suppressing soil
Surrounded and submerged in darkness
A seminally insignificant seedling
Attempting to sprout above the horizon
To let the sweet sunshine photosynthesize itself
The green applaudance
As its begins breaking through the darkness into the place of life and light
A mother nature portraying the master plan
Sustenance is essential to create a city changing seedling that will ultimately bear fruit
Bringing sustenance to us
A significant circle if life
One gives one takes
All of us are going to be replaced
Give and receive procedures amongst nature
The essential elements are present
1 Hydrogen, 2 oxygen with a dash of nitrogen
Along with a sunshine, soil sustaining its very being
Electromagnetic energy
Red and blue wave lengthens to create a green plant
Carbon dioxide, water and Certain salts
Being converted into kinetic energy
Development and gradual increase
Advance enlargement of cultivation and elevation
Through evolution?
Expansion and extension fleshing out
Flowering germination of this generation that will not settle for termination
A multiplication of produce and prosperity
A maturing- multiplication process
Let the cultivation culture captivate us
Bringing a faith
We cannot see the seed below the ground
But does that mean that its no longer there?
There is a rooting before the uprising and sprouting
There is a constant substance
That is done in secret and isolation
End
nitrogen rich dung
loose green cow patties flung….
sprouts tender and young