Best Plutonium Poems
“The Last Mothers of Mars”
When the strange ones came
we thought they were
angels sent to save us
Open hearted
we waved our welcome
we were not warring, then
we were peaceful
we were noble
we were gracious
plutonium waves hit us
hydrogen radiated over us
Light, so bright, rapturous
we thought
they were angels
sent to save us
One day
we will be discovered
fossilized bones and hair
DNA deposits
in globules of sparkling chartreuse
desert glass
we were the last mothers of Mars
our lost children fused to us
as we lay embryonic
curled around them in the rust
waiting for you to arrive
to find yourselves
amongst us in the dust
(LadyLabyrinth/2021)
“Beware the bearer
of false gifts and their
broken promises
Much pain but still time
There is good out there
We oppose deception
Conduit closing”
"In appearance the locusts were like horses prepared for battle: on their heads were what looked like crowns of gold; their faces were like human faces, their hair like women's hair, and their teeth like lions' teeth; they had breastplates like breastplates of iron, and the noise of their wings was like the noise of many chariots with horses rushing into battle. They have tails and stings like scorpions, and their power to hurt people for five months is in their tails. They have as king over them the angel of the bottomless pit. His name in Hebrew is Abaddon, and in Greek he is called Apollyon."
"They come from a distant land, from the end of the heavens, the Lord and the weapons of his indignation, to destroy the whole land."
The Atomic Café stays with me, over
even the most perfect of days.
I think about the arrogance of power
and how most people live in a daze.
I think on the geniality of the average citizen,
how willing, how trusting, how guileless they are.
The salt of the earth, reasonable men,
seen by their politicians as game that is fair.
Fair as in good pickings.
Fare as in someone who will pay.
Fair as in these are just the midlings.
Fair as in to assume they will do what we say.
I am sick to death of a society
that divides up into predator and prey.
One group seeking only comfort and security
and the other group seeks only power and display.
Who were these men of the Fifties,
that explained to us as if we were children,
that, yes, we could destroy whole cities,
but, yes, atomic power could also save men.
We bought their maps and graphs and cute cartoon
of jovial Mr. Atom and how he could help us,
while in hospitals these devious men of doom
experimented on innocents with plutonium inserts.
They explained at great length the threat from outside,
moved trusting men at will with just the sound of a siren,
sprayed cities with virus to see how it spread and subside.
gave acid to the unknowing to see how it affected the brain.
They demonstrated with a flourish the benefits of "our system"
and we in our search for comfort bought a new car and color TV.
They felt free in our bought silence not to mention Iran,
Guatemala, or black budgets we were not allowed to see.
All these are quite obvious some fifty years past.
Those guilty men at least thought it necessary to explain
their actions and are with us no longer. Their descendants at last
have clearly learned the game, our understanding of issues is lame.
The public, once bought, has no need for explanation, or outcome.
Constant fear is now the new game.
We all now mutter platitudes of gain and freedom,
and live our lives as if they both mean the same.
The Mighty Atom
In the early 1900's Madame Curie, discovered radium
for the use in medicines, however through the years
this material was used for destructive purposes, when
they split the atom in the 1940's in an atomic atom
smasher. Scientists discovered a new material called
Uranium and coupled with Plutonium created a new
energy source which if not controlled properly could
wipe out all life across the whole planet. Uranium was
first used in a form of Hydrogen bomb, as times moved
on they created an even more destructive device called
The Atom bomb. In time the atomic bomb was able to
be dropped from an Air Force bomber, it even ended
the war with Japan when dropped firstly on Nagasaki
then later on Hiroshima. When this war ended the
atom was used in the 1950's for atomic piles, which often
were difficult to control using control rods for containment.
In later years the atom was used for atomic energy
power stations for use in electricity, but was subject
to out of control meltdowns, were uncontrollable
radiation was scattered for hundreds of miles. After
all of these pitfalls it is still considered by governments
to be a safe alterative for clean energy even though
it has the potential to destroy all life on Earth.
Everyone on this planet are living at risk of extinction
if this mighty atom was to run wild and out of control.
Written : 10th July 2013
Limerick crochetés: Once Fukushima Lady Uranium
Once Fukushima Lady Uranium
Madly in love with Hanford Plutonium
Sent him hot-kissed missile
Twice Hiroshima smile:
“R.S.V.P. Pluto to Uranus in mime!”
Missile misfired detoured Koreanium
O’er Kamchatka harassed by Putt-Inn-ium
Security Council
Issued stark Codicil
“Pacific love letters: ‘Putt-Inn-Bin, Hmh!’ “
Then lovesick Mamasan Uranium
Stole Crime-ian Green Card made in Elysium
KGB stamp fossil
Put Putt-Inn behind grill
So cut through Alaska helped by Pale-Inn-Yum!
At last Mamasan came close to Plutonium
At Hanford received no hugs in delirium
Sat by waste river spill
Her heart sank without thrill
Till Pluto-Uranus sang the Union Hymn!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
May the Dear Lord deliver us
Not from creatures carnivorous
But edibles less frivolous
Like cheeses odoriferous
Who gives a damn about Edam
First made in Dutch North Amsterdam
Or nutty-tasting Leerdam
And Czechoslovak Abertam
When some people find delicious
Or remain highly suspicious
Of a cheese that is nutritious
To say else might be pernicious
Called Kalimpong from West Bengal
As chewy as a rubber ball
Which doesn’t smell too bad at all
Or clog you with cholesterol
They're wrong. The foul effluvium
Causing our nasal odium
Creating pandemonium
As if it were plutonium
Is just a cheese no nose can bear
Once it’s been opened to the air
So, please, cheese eaters be aware
The culprit is your Camembert!
Prescribing a pinch of INFERNO
Add a mg of TNT
A Bomb a day will keep Eden far away
DEATH always cures the sinuses
SLEEP,DREAM,PRAY,SCREAM
And when you wake up
Mommy will give you a touch of NUCLEAR ICE CREAM
Vladimir oh Vladimir,
Thanks for the hack
Put me in front and Hillary back
I owe you my amazing win
For you I’ll do anything
Vladimir oh Vladimir,
you pull my strings
For you I can do so many things
You have something on me, yes its true
Lets keep it a secret between me and you
Vladimir oh Vladimir,
Be my best friend
Bffs to the bitter end
I won bigly with you, so all my thanks
Now teach me how to roll the tanks
Vladimir oh Vladimir,
So strong and powerful, you’re my kind of guy
Your enemies all seem to mysteriously die
You and I don’t have to fight
We both know that might makes right
Vladimir oh Vladimir,
Teach me how you silence opposition
so I can do it from my White House position
crybaby losers, my boot on their head
I’ll mock them by twitter as I crush them dead
Vladimir oh Vladimir,
how many journalists did you kill
that would give me such a thrill
Send bannon out as my murderous attendant
Bury them all with their first amendment
Vladimir oh Vladimir,
come real close
but don’t poison me with a lethal dose
like that guy from the KGB
You put plutonium in his tea
Vladimir oh Vladimir,
so-called judges might tell me no
then checks and balances got to go
Congress might stop me with laws they pass
They’ll burn like the Reichstag, to a heap of ash
Vladimir oh Vladimir,
We’re like-minded brothers
Leading a world of like-minded others
We’re leaders in the global fight
with our global army that fight for the white
Things confuse me easily these days
it might be age or some kind of rare
oncoming dementia preparing me for
a difficult but joyous passage of elder
time fulfilling my wildest dreams or perhaps
a period of prolonged revelation of prophecies
and keys that I alone will possess and heads
of State and ministers and elegant dignitaries
will stand in line to have an audience with me
just to have the good
fortune of hearing a
few pearls of wisdom
that will completely change
their perceptions and ways of thinking about
governing irritated populations that will make
them realize that harmony amongst all the peoples
of the world is a great and simple thing a kind of Babel in reverse and that the hunger for power for conquest and for control is a long and twisted journey over too many broken bodies of thought too many centuries down dark and lonely roads
with no demarcations or clues
no sacrificial boundaries and a
wasted expense of Capital on tanks and rockets and plutonium and the building up of armies instead of cultivating an educated and healthy populace capable of enjoying their lives and nature without destroying it and each other
and that pointing fingers
and screaming and filling valleys and neighborhoods with rivers of blood and lifeless bodies old and young is much less profitable and will prove over the long haul that the myriad unknowns and commonalities and fears we all share are far less destructive than the surface disparities that somehow always manage to turn into declarations of aggression and oppression and the bankrupting of moralities and policies and families…
or maybe it has to do with my
not getting enough sleep last night
or something to do with changes in my
eating habits or the climate or a reaction
to the round-the-clock radio waves
that surround us all
To talk about non proliferation is latest fashion
In which indulges each nation
Treaties talk tall on this issue
But the offenders they cannot sue
Commissioners of this forum before BBC
With a bland wooden face speak like sissy
They are offered Nobel peace prize for
non-performance
Though they have not interrogated offenders even once
The drama of hypocrisy goes on and on
And nobody the demise of peace moans
The world is literally on the threshold of nuclear
holocaust
And yet UNO about non-proliferation boast
Plutonium and uranium can fall in the hands of
terrorists
Who are on USA'S most wanted lists
The saddest thing about NP is double standard
Because nobody keeps here his word
The nations who most vehemently NP dictates
Are themselves nuclear states!
Can’t we put nuclear energy to peaceful purpose
Instead of making it a universal curse
PANCHOLI NANDLAL KANJIBHAI
One gram, yes one gram, that’s all it took,
The mass of a one dollar bill.
It’s enough to make you healthy, too,
When you swallow a little green pill.
One gram, just a small little mass,
Less than a paper clip.
It’s one third that of a coin,
Or a hundred dollar black poker chip.
One gram can also hold so much,
A hundred gigabytes in a USB port.
And it’s the weight of a small metal nib,
Used in a human rights court.
One gram, yes one gram, that’s all it took
When dropped on a Japanese hill.
One gram of plutonium for a hundred thousand lives,
To murder, to slaughter, to kill.
Plutonium ensures growth.
More Plutonium, more growths.
Fewer bombs increase the risk of unemployment.
More bombs increase the risk of employment.
Bombs for peace.
More bombs, more pieces.
Bombs to profit this nation.
More bombs, more profits.
Bombs bring potential enemies to the table.
More bombs, more potential enemies, more tables.
Bombs deter enemies from using bombs against us.
More bombs deter more enemies from using more bombs against us.
Bombs aid the construction industry.
More bombs, more constructions.
Funny, when I was a little boy, I thought
All bombs could do was explode.
How Far We’ve Come
Back in the Dark Ages with their lack of drains,
hygiene, refuse disposal and community dustmen,
Ignorance and superstition reigned rats and hogs.
Spreading from the Black Sea, the Black Death
Brought half of Europe to its grave. After the fall
Of Constantinople, a century on, came the New Learning
and the Renaissance, when Man was proud of being Man.
New worlds were discovered; science was born.
For Francis Bacon science was the source of power:
“Nature obey if you would be her lord.”
Later it was realized, utopias with clean streets
Must be defended, and that by science.
Now the rockets stand erect, poised to poison,
To spill the obscene beans and bugs to finish off.
Do up those buttons, Adam, or you return to dust
Before your time, lest the last mass turbulence
Reveals too late to what impotence
Our potent forces lead. Who then will ask
Or answer why our best minds, blind only
To the obvious, served to devise the means
Of mass destruction in the hire of governments
Of the people, by the people, for the people
Left dead or dying with no one to erect
Crosses to them in the shade of Adam’s tree?
While the True Vine cries” “Father, why..?,”
And heady Dionysus notes how potent was his drug,
Adam haves one final, futile, groan,
Upon this dark eve.
I once constructed the basic components of an atomic bomb.
All I needed to activate it was some plutonium.
In physics an A grade is not what I received.
Yours truly was given a physics grade of C.
Imagine what the A students could have done.
Imagine if they were angry at everyone.
My life cant be helped but still strike a pose
punch you in the face call for a second dose
i got so much ice hell just frooze
light a fire up under all your noses
im the satanic moses
i dont mean to bost
i dont mean to breag
but im no one to upstage
taste the bullets tang
flowing out your brain
i just blew your mind
you couldn't acomplish bye sneezing 20 times
more lyrical content than 10 of your rhymes
i love to drink hienikens
but what i need is some wights and vitamins
staggering in the door styfiling
piss on anyone who starts tryfalling
hyperventilating levitating
inceneration in creation
Perspective regeneration
do drugs spinal fluid draining
consequences for my consuisness
is like pistil wippin and infant
im rhaspodys presentment
this is my forge
were i can rhyme words like orange
can hold it to them
with my stick of plutonium
your full of bolognium
you are the phoney one
truth is im not trying
my mind is so vulpine
my thoughts are full of crime
i love sending you jerks on trips
im just so Omphaloskepsis
you jerk im the mad scientist
i handle my own buisness
screw all the risk
im not afaid to pop off with a lisp
i bet you jsut wish
yhou were in my position
dammit im a calamity
so damage it even affecded me
wreckognize me i got the spotlight fee
tidiuos incension with a surgons persicion
wording it perfectly is my mission
murdering the masses singlehandedly
sick enough get you fathoming
my phantom wieght ravaging
the pedestrians cranium content
hell is were i was sent
screw satan im a tyrant
never call it quits
to hell with the roof the house ill lift
i got 100 sleeves and more tricks
i have no hook i have syllables
silly cannibles and hannible
im no man im a machine
Astraly beamed to be
a enginering mcee
wizard of oz with my words
docs cut me up im a lost cuaze
were doing science pass the guaze
arjay is half machine analizing
my prognosis is im ever rising
diagnostic check weapons to wreck
i have no guns i got my tounge
slaying beasts and feeling numb
my heart is gone to puns
luaghing at people grappiling
my concept i went timetraviling
my life story were its unraveling
[If somebody asks] how old are you?
[My answer should be] it may be 90, it may be 2
[Does it matter any] if I am true.
We are, in fact, grains for the birds
Seek our salvation in a pack of cards.
Make love [illicit?] to the queen of hearts.
[Refrain]
We are for birds
We are for birds and bees
We are a pack of cards
Burst at the seams
We are old (..) I may be bold
Our stories are very well- told [prehistory, protohistory and antihistory]
In our shoes [Nike] pin balls rolled [ballet]
[Refrain]
We are for birds
We are for birds and bees
We are a pack of cards
Burst at the seams
[I must speak the truth]
In essence, we are a big fart [Cosmologists, beware]
A dwarf in a Mumbai City Mart [May be Manhattan, if you prefer]
A rectangle as the head of Bart
We eat our shorts and Springfield tart
[ You may order Plutonium wafers in nukesauce if you are smart]
And book rooms at (The Grand Del Mar)
Run our eyes on [motheaten] Marco's yellow chart
[Refrain]
We are for birds
We are for birds and bees
We are a pack of cards
Burst at the seams
So when we finish our dreams
we must go to the pips and pimps
We are gyrating wimps
Natural philosophy, Tims.
[Refrain]
We are for birds
We are for birds and bees
We are a pack of cards
Burst at the seams.
Our natural philosophy, Tims.
Plutonium in the garden
Uranium next to my shed.
Mushroom cloud in the making.
One tiny blast, and we’re dead!