Best Oxidation Poems
I got arrhythmia
With no biz here
Still got my heart
Who could ask for anything more!
This old heart beat
Got new smart beat
Slow then fast beat
Who could ask for anything more!
My Oxidation
Has a syncopation
No resuscitation
Hangin’ round my door
With a thrum beat
Not a dumb beat
Long as some beat
Who could ask for anything more!
Who could ask for anything more!
When I was traveling through a wood
I met the color Orange
Laid out before me, long lost kin
Less on top, more so within
She was the edges and the movement
She was the still frames and the fire inside
She was large, looming death; and the minuscule flit of life
She was the shadow in the afternoon sun -
Elongated, exaggerated, full of shape and being
Orange...
Orange is the next octave of vision
TheStillSepiaOfPastAndTheKaleidoscopeOfPossibleFuturesAllOozingAtOnceFromThePoresOfThisPresentMoment!
All that glitters is orange
Through leaves, dappled, she flows
Down to the rippling water, she knows
How blinding she is to the eye
A thousand dancing mysteries with no reason why
Orange is the world inside out
Where the blue sky burns and silence is a deafening shout
Orange...
In her dominion and her gentle preservation
Is the double sided mirror through which all my reservations
Are left empty
Without merit
Without cause
All the monstrousness we've made comes to a slow and gentle pause
Orange is the oxidation of my life to come
Showing all that could be done
Or lost
Or imagined
Or destroyed and risen high up from the ashes
We were calculating theoretical yields on chemcollective
and somehow we ended up dancing to ”go left.”
We were finding oxidation numbers on labster
but somehow we started laughing.
We were balancing chemical equations on PhET
but now we’re singing “World we created” with hair-bush microphones.
Believe your competence - be impressed with your progress.
Attack every challenge with self-contained ease.
Armor yourself with confidence.
You’ll like the way you enjoy it.
*We started studying for school - weeks in advance of spring term - those names (Chemcollective, PhET, Labster) are tools for working out chemistry equations - like calculating theoretical yields from compounds. So we practice, practice, practice until we can do them blindfolded - or in pressurized situations like tests.
I comprehend the days when rays do shine and Ra does set
When inner soul and façade connect, 24 hours in one day gave me breathe, that’s 1,440
seconds closer to death rather than oxygen left. Aspire to build that dream shape that
atmosphere, win a Nobel peace prize, become Man of the Year
Build homes in the smog inner city ghettoes, where blocks and countenance of lost souls
decay and rust, maybe spread poetry and love as well as a monumental philanthropist,
raise seeds that spread, root, bud fruit, then trees, then yield juice to saturate the Earth
with only sweet organic humanity
Turn impossible into “Can it be” then push shriveling raisons of doubt into the fathoms
of Davie Jones’s locker, to the depths of no man’s land where oxidation and sea level
pressure crush submarines into aluminum cans, cans where can’t conforms to can,
starve doubt and feed your faith, slow and steady wins the race, but more than
anything,, remember without tree-shaking fear, find that passion and equilibrium, killing
opposition and the antagonizing meniscus, swiftly remember that life through birth is not
a boomeranging discus, life never comes back so dream, execute, relax and become
life’s subtle screenplay until the script and its cast wilt into debris of cremated urns
holding dreams, aspirations, and the well worked remains of me.
Rusted and Busted Contest
Sponsor: Casarah Nance
BRONZE BEAUTY
Blighted inside the eyes of the ones who are blind
Rusted and marred but remarkable in my mind
Obliterated beyond repair, but extreme charm I find
No one can see the potential I see while inclined
Zesty and raggedy with a strange history behind
Exhausted vehicle holding such elegance refined
Bronzed full of memoirs from accounts of transportation
Embarked on a journey since the original assimilation
A standard modern example of weathered oxidation
Utterly surprised from the ol’ days of junkyard compilation
Throughout time scraps become an art of the generation
Yard-fills of old automobiles carry exquisite rustication
Date Written: June 22, 2016
Wine is a mocker, strong drink
is raging: and whosoever is
deceived thereby is not wise
Prov. 20:1
Darkened oxidation
changing personality
Liquid fermentation
altering perception of reality
Look long into the bottle,
you see fire in the water
It burns you as you swallow,
your memory now getting shorter
Release the genie from the lamp,
set free the jinn from it’s shapely confine
But you will wish you never did ...
Hyde-and-seek is such a dangerous game
Hiding from the truth,
seeking answers by way of 100-proof
Blackout is a mind-eraser tramp
Dr. Jekyll prognosis: too much wine at the dine
Good manners went off the grid,
mild-mannered you now ain’t the same
Saccharine sweet talk turns into acidic argument
Civilized behavior turns primitive
Fermentation is bubbling ...
God knows, you wish you could put
what you just said back in the bottle
Uncorked repressions of guilt and anger
agitating anew
Then, just as quickly, a reverse change in attitude
Fungi perversions start growing in you,
carbonizing your thoughts ... propagating strange desires
Corrupt carnal pleasures souring your mind
Fermented spirits,
darkened oxidation
Breathe in the aromatic conversion ...
intoxicating vapors releasing your inhibitions
A different you comes babbling through
Drink deep the pungent madness ...
complex organic compounds
chain reacting into fast acting mental breakdowns
Taste the seething mix of the witches brew ...
Let the liquid serpent sting bite you,
creating violent excitation
Lustful permutations
conceived through
darkened oxidation
Fermented spirits have drunkenly deceived you
Exotic Electrons
Title: Exotic electrons
In the house of atom,
Electron resting at its bottom.
Eager to pop up and down,
Like a clown.
In the discharge tube, it took its birth,
Photon too assisted it with mirth.
It led to the discovery of X-ray,
A boon to the society, one must say.
Revolving in atomic orbits and its shells,
Are the places where it dwells.
Pairing up with opposite spin,
For magnetons to properly align.
Its addition gives reduction,
Whereas it's removal causes oxidation.
This chemistry leads to electrolysis,
Resulting in battery analysis.
It's every hop and pop transition emitted light,
Its excitement made a spectral line bright.
It's every absorption and emission,
Resulted in a laser invention.
Electroplating, electrochromism and electroluminescence,
Make every one feel my presence.
But it wonders to know it's own scope,
Which led to the discovery of electron microscope..
It can be made totally free,
To wander and spree.
Breaking a bond, crossing a layer and
Tunneling in a barrier,
Makes this charge carrier a Warrior.
Even though it is charged negatively,
Its motion in a device works positively.
It's density in a material is significant,
For all transport phenomena to become dominant.
Bit confused about its dual state,
Unaware of what will be its fate.
Decided to be diplomatic,
Matter and energy became systematic.
There was no doubt a conflict.
But to end up in a begift.
Atomic city made a revolution,
For progression in science perception.
Author
Dr Ketaki Patankar
Physicist
Rajaram College
Kolhapur, Maharastra state
India
Break,break,break on the cold,gray septa
(the veil is ripped and so am I)
\Fern sundered amongst the
Daffodils,dandelions and diadems tarnished
With the oxidation of time and tide
That waits for no man.
\Well here I am
The littlest seraph of Sodom
(what did they do in Gomorrah?)
Blow horns and sack butts
Tan-ta-ra
The epitome of epiphanies awaits
And Gabriel - you go play in the other room.
This chain of rusted iron and fallen tears is strung together,
forged of poorly tempered links,
cast into the water untimely,
the choices called to account.
There is no jury for decision,
no panel for propriety or loyalty,
and that metal is riddled with holes throughout,
holes that hold steady between the weak iron,
holes which time will fade.
Oxidation slowly burns away this tepid and unfocused purpose,
obliterating importance and leaving nothing but red, or green dust.
A corpse of what poor choices that were made,
left for the isotopes to feed on,
which they do.
Where the rock is king.
And the earth beneath it all is always laughing,
laughing at our fear of silicate embrace,
the love we have for our belligerant air;
So here we burn together,
here we rust and wilt away, petals to the barren ground.
we blow away...
Where the rock is king.
Memories lay in the tall grasses
hidden from street view,
statues for the wandering ants.
Forgotten possessions
in the graveyard of a worn estate
where families once played.
The house with wearing wood
is a beautifully sad structure
that has seen better days.
Swing set chains rusted,
ever so often would howl
with the ghosts who still move about.
The patina of age spreads
across the desolate property
in an artistic awe, aware
no one ever visits there.
Beautiful rain cried rust lines
oxidation illustrations
in a naturally romantic transformation.
Glimpse the sanctuary many have know,
this is where the past calls home.
Date: 7-1-18
For Contest: Patina
On Mars In Mars
Volcano hollowed sound, echoes in Olympus Mons
Thin atmosphere cratered in ancient crevasses
Storms last three hundred years or more
Etch ancient lines red iron oxidation
Rocks move from one place to another
As the only life on Mars
Mouths of rivers dry and scarred above
Love is rare. No air. Ground tells a story
To be told but somewhat old
Holes fill with water gray and heavy underneath
Keep secrets of the planet
Inside and on the surface
Of things we still can’t understand
1. (*Olympus Mons is a very large shield volcano on the planet Mars. By one measure, it has a height of nearly 25 km (16 mi). Olympus Mons stands almost three times as tall as Mount Everest's height above sea level)
Created on 7/17/15 for “Subject Mars” Poetry Contest sponsored by: Joe Maverick
Josiah conquers revisionists
by stating an old-world axiom:
“When seeking structure,
one must be mindful of decay.”
He taps a rusted column with
an ordinary wooden cane,
releasing decades of oxidation
in particulate dust.
As his nephew secures the wire
on the final shape-charge
a tear wells with nostalgia
and sympathy for the hobbled
until the flurry of blasts
at zero.
< earth ~ third planet from sun
liquid and iron ~ cores
continents ~ islands ~ pun
arctic icing ~ drips pores
wind ~ natures own fury
flow gasses ~ bulk movements
storm ~ hurricane ~ jury
place in pocketbook ~ dent
fire ~ oxidation
combustion ~ releasing
heat ~ light ~ good ~ tar nations
pollution ~ choking ~ thing
water ~ called H2O
oxygen ~ hydrogen
evaporation ~ goes
will exceed supply ~ when ?
earth ~ wind ~ fire ~ water
Nature's elements ~ sure
Entry For
Barbara Gorelick's
The Four Elements Contest
G.L. All
2/24/16
Made my own observations
While following through on obligations
Certain materials came into contact with the process of oxidation
As I always respected conservation
Unfortunatley the same could not be said for all occupations
And methods of operation
Realize this bit of ancient knowledge, many conversations
Got lost in translation, all across the basins and nations
You could make a never ending story of compilations
Life came with unlimited combinations
Of complications
But it was never enough to break my concentration
Spirit or willpower, as I stared up at the constellations
Above cities with high populations
I made my own modifications
Through many optimizations
I understood that many desired accomodations
And strictly believed in consecrations
I could never respect or help anyone interested in world domination
Or narcissism and self-nomination
Especially if they speak of others like an abomination
I'm so very far from religious, but I can tell you now with a certain degree of confidence
And a much higher consciousness
That will lead you to a path of eternal condemnation
By: Dalton Ogletree
Like many heroes of mysterious Marvel Comics,
Doctor Stephen Vincent Strange is a bolt of magic mix;
Spells of supernatural kinds he works, abundantly,
Crimsons, crystals, ice, rings, chains - in constant redundancy...!
Pile of pure pulverization and annihilation,
The Bolts of Balthakk has become eternal damnation;
On any stuff - solid or liquid - the bolt does explode,
Like iron-oxidation, all powers it does corrode...!
Bounds, rebounds, rings, winks, blows, boomerangs at its master's hands,
Swishes, swooshes; whizzes, whooshes like winds in desert sands;
None in heaven or hell could ever its gravity hold,
Like swift, sly electric current it does its force unfold...!
Is it terrible torch of fire? Or lake of lava?
Is it hydro-nitrogen bomb resembling baklava?
From hands of Doctor Strange, like gold dust they serenely fly,
Clapping, crashing, flashing, dazzling, booming, zooming they spry...!
Doctor Strange manipulates these bolts like liquid plasma,
For him, a magic-surgeon, it's mere mental miasma;
An awesome third eye adorns the forehead of Doctor Strange,
For mesmerized kids, these are, delightful amusement-range...!
30 August 2022
Doctor Strange Spells Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori