Best Reactor Poems
Last Of The First Elements
(H) Hydrogen is sweet and gentle by design
A nucleus with an electric and positive charge
Found everywhere in nature at large
It lives an ordinary life in time and space
On the periodic table, it simply waits
As #1 in line to start, begins the chart, for other elements
Very stable, not too many threats come from hydrogen
(Uuo) Ununoctium on the other hand, is one of the latest
Of the most recent discoveries as #118 on the table
The last element is #103 "Lawrencium
(we'll save that for another day.)
(It's on a lower chart)
These elements are as unstable as a fable
Precarious things, to say the least, on the chemistry table
Only existing for some milliseconds at a time
Since Ununoctium was created, not pure or found in nature
Perhaps it’s time to start
A new life for itself as #1 on a new elemental chart
Of invented elements
Born in a nuclear reactor from calcium ions and radioactive californium
A most unstable baby from birth
It lives to the ripe old age of 0.89 milliseconds
But what a wonderful life it leads
Don’t ask it on a date
Or say anything about its atomic weight
Too much drama there…. There it is!....There it isn’t…. Unpredictable
It looks a little like this when naked on the shell
1s2
2s2 2p6
3s2 3p6 3d10
4s2 4p6 4d10 4f14
5s2 5p6 5d10 5f14
6s2 6p6 6d10
7s2 7p6
It is simply divinely designed with a lovely configuration
Not exactly a split atom, or personality with a disposition
Being here or there
To be precise, it is something rather nice… when in existence
Created on 12/03/14 for -Periodic Table of Elements – Poetry Contest
Take a second look at me, for beneath this midriff flab
and balding pate and wrinkly skin you'll find a science lab.
And though all may seem quiet, it may come as quite a shock
to find there are experiments going on around the clock.
Take off my shirt where buttons strain and you will plainly see
the man-boobs test which does defy the laws of gravity.
This pinkish skin in standby mode can shift to deathly white
when I've done wrong and run at over twice the speed of light.
The stomach has increased in size, approaching critical mass
fermenting water, malt and hops delivered by the glass.
The bowel is a reactor , shutting down I'm in no hurry,
as testing is ongoing on the half-life of beef curry,
results have shown it could have blown, with lager mixed for fission
but all the same I still get blamed for resulting emissions.
If trapped inside a lift with me you wouldn't stand a prayer,
but I don't think I've made a dent in the size of the Ozone layer.
I don't believe the Nobel prize I'd win for all these tests
my missus says to keep my findings secret would be best,
and though in all these subjects there is no award for me
she says at least between us both
we've still got Chemistry.
This was the first of its kind in history.
However, nobody was killed here, thankfully.
We were just able to avoid a great catastrophe.
A nuclear power plant is situated in Pennsylvania.
It lies on an island on the river called Susquehanna.
Supplying electricity to the region is its chore.
The river water is needed to cool the nuclear reactor core.
A malfunction led to a partial core meltdown.
Increased radioactivity could have threatened a nearby town.
This is one of the dangers of modern technology.
There could be a high price paid by you and me.
Thanks to wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for information
I obtained to write this poem.
The cadence of the knell on the wind Lord
Has folk peering from windows and doors
A reminder of fickle mortality
Peals forlornly, for whom the bell tolls
The screams of the Angels, are deafening
Those with the conscience to hear
Dark Winter, cuts colder than ice
Unfolding, the fear of all fears
Media controlled information
Has us fighting brother to brother
As the puppeteers pull on our heartstrings
An Orwellian surrogate mother
Totalitarian terror prevails
An Agenda to meet, time is flying
Denver Airports Time-capsule, historic
Egomaniacs prayers to the dying
Positions of power are key
Those appointed are elitely chosen
Merchants of Venice they’d shame
Like iniquitous embryos, frozen
World Health Organization, instruction
To quell conscientious objectors
Mouth the words of the purse-handlers credo
The beneficiaries, monied investors
The greatest good for the greatest of numbers
Bantham cries, from the crest of his pew
Utilitarian logic prevails
Though, decisions are made by the few
Get in line, live your days in your cells
As we gather the troops to protect you
Martial Law looms, incessantly closer
For your safety we’ll need to inject you
The corruptive, are those with the power
Wielding deaths sword, resolutely
Political towers of Babel
Where power corrupts absolutely
In a World of pandemic paranhoia
The essential works, deemed to be crucial
Are the implementation of towers
Beaming Signals of Sorrow, so brutal
A virus is only a name, you see
It was never a death causal factor
Electromagnetic technology
Is the key to the virul reactor
Big Brothers got one million eyes
And a chip, for to go where e’er you go
No crock of gold’s waiting out there
Hid beneath, ‘An Invisible Rainbow’
from my book Ultima Thule by Jimmy Boom Semtex
Happy Worker
We are the ultimate machine. They make us do all the factory jobs at double speed. Produce this metal product, accurate to a thousand of an inch; bake the cake on an industrial scale; refuel the nuclear reactor with your bloody bare hands. Don't they know there's risks involved here? We can get hurt! All because our boss is mean and wants his profits. Well I'll soon change that. I'll blow his damn factory up and him with it! But before I do, I'll make him the slave. So he can know how it feels.
Low-level office drone,
you move cautiously in the corporate hive
Never bringing any attention to yourself,
especially when the pink slip memos fly by
The queen bee of your department,
protects her workers very well
Although from time to time,
she has a tendency to raise living hell
But you never challenge her authority;
you keep your head down, and your voice low
With five more years to a solid pension,
quietly pushing the papers is the prudent way to go
Make no waves,
utter no dissident voice
Management is always monitoring:
so even when they're wrong,
you say they've made the right choice
Keep pushing the papers,
let your conscience live to work another day
on company pay
Don't examine the papers too close,
do exactly what the company say
You ain't a fearless whistle blower,
you're just a low-level rung on the management ladder
A middle-aged balding guy with a bad bladder
So you keep pushing the papers,
'cause everybody ain't brave like Karen Silkwood
Meltdown of a nuclear reactor from faulty parts
the company sold, which you knew were no good
But you pushed the papers on through anyway,
'cause it was time to punch out at the end of the day
The world was a troubled place in the '80's, home to a number of disasters
From the plight of Iran's hostages to the meltdown of Chernobyl's reactor
But in the world of basketball, the 1980's served to revive the game
From a decade, the 1970's, where drugs and crime had gone untamed
There dawned a rivalry, perhaps never again matched, the Celtic's Larry Bird
'The Great White Hope,' whose hard-scrabble heroics, the fans hearts stirred
In fierce, epic battles with the Lakers' nonpareil, Magic Johnson
Whose wizardy with the ball and no-look passes quickly became legend
All through the '80's these hardcourt warriors duked it out
Bird MVP three years in a row, '84 - '86, 'the Greatest Player Ever,' no doubt
With Johnson hot on his trail, the ultimate Team Great, fueling the debate
Leading the Lakers to the Championship five times, from '80 to '88
While meantime, the lowly Chicago Bulls were cultivating a new player still
Greater than Bird and Magic, who in the 1990's would rule
The incomparable Michael Jordan, "MJ," as he would come to be known
Whose soaring dunks and breathtaking heroics eventually put him alone
Atop the throne of basketball majesty and glory
That's how I remember the '80's, and that ends my story
Entry in 'Remembering the 1980's' Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
Dot ... dash ... dot
China Syndrome just got Russian reactor hot
Dash ... dot ... dash
Three Mile Island raging nuclear flood flash
Espionage
Sabotage
Foreign fingers are on the power plant switch
And the Chaos Candidate robots,
holding the extortion payment stash,
don’t seem to give the slightest patriotic twitch
Critical infrastructure compromised
National security insulation fried
3D jukebox meltdown,
the day American Revolution music died
Dash ... dot ... dash
Chernobyl smoke signals on a secret cabal
Clandestine meeting at Trump Tower
leased office space
Bringing a briefcase
of dirty money laundered cash
Barbarians are ruble rappelling
over the Oval firewall gate
Crashing the Independence Day bash
Dash ... dot ... dash
Critical infrastructure compromised
National security insulation fried
3D jukebox meltdown,
the day that Democracy music died
Dot ... dash ... dot
Fukushima cooling rods treasonous smouldering
Surreptitious meeting at the Seychelles
leased island space
Back channel offer made,
Soviet mob getting dead president paid a lot
Scythians are ruble rappelling
over the firewall Watergate
Devious intrigue, Lady Liberty seditious plot
Dot ... dash ... dot
Critical infrastructure compromised
National security insulation fried
3D jukebox meltdown,
the day that Democracy music died
Dot ... dot
Dash ... dash
Dot ... dot
Three dimensional existential crisis shout-out
Warning: the atomic reactors are running hot!
Freedom frivolity ain’t dancing no more,
Flag songs aren’t playing ... decibel is on zero
3D jukebox juice no longer got live flow
Constitutional meltdown —
don’t hear any more elected official lies
All counterfeit dollars were cast to the ground,
the czar-ful day Democracy music died
(This poem is based on the Star Wars movies.)
I'm the Emperor and my face looks like a prune.
I have dark circles around my eyes which also makes me look like a raccoon.
My name is Palpatine but I'm also known as Darth Sidious.
Everybody pukes when they see me because I look hideous.
I was able to trick Anakin Skywalker into turning to the Dark Side.
I actually convinced him that I had the power to save his bride.
I can't believe that I was able to turn him into a Sith Lord as easily as I did.
He actually believed that he could save Padme by killing Separatists and kids.
I thought that my new Death Star was safe from the rebels, I thought that I had won.
But Darth Vader dropped me into the main reactor of the Death Star to save his son.
Luke Skywalker removed Lord Vader's mask and he became Anakin Skywalker again.
I still can't believe that those damn Ewoks were the reason why my Empire didn't win.
ROBOTS
Mechanical men built with of bolts, steel and screws
Embedded with a computer program stating the Don’ts and Dos
Wiring the components demands so much care
Before the Machine men endures the tasks that even the strongest can not bear
With a back up battery in place
To help him keep up the pace
With a carefully molded mask on his head
And a fist made up of lead
And a reactor for a heart
And this enables him kick start
In a fight you can tear one thousand men apart
Engaging in so many tasks
As you are doctor, teacher and slave
And even conduct rescue missions
But does this suggest that you are brave?
The ultimate war machine
With a rocket booster on your back
And a lot of armor and ammunition which you keep a nap sack
Feeling no emotions
You are told what to do
Everything is right as long as it is processed into you
Artificial limps and mechanical muscles
In the battle fields on earth
You replaced man in his tussles
Even on Mars and Venus
And beyond the Solar System
Performing a thousand tasks at once
So Herculean and I can’t even list them
Oh! Poor robot
You can not feel love or hate
And only stimulates the taste of food on a plate
He could not comprehend what others regard as a joke
And would do exactly those words that they spoke
You can not understand the true meaning of passion
Or affection
And turns way when he is needed for attention
He tries to mimic Adam
In looks and carriage
That won the hearts of so many damsels
Who even proposed marriage?
By pretending to be a man
In his black Tuxedo
And even eats beans from a can
And travels incognito
With a telescopic eyes equipped with night vision technology
Your internal organs do not match human’s anatomy or physiology
So enjoy your servitude you faithful puppet
Dictated by your master’s strings
Behind the curtain
Or even with laser beams
One day a deadly virus corrupted your software
And you began to disobey your master which he could not bear
You fell in love
And got married
For ten years he tarried
Despite the creator’s wish for a reunion
And instead you chose a rebellion
But man remains your master
And your system is shutdown
Before you commit more mischief in our town
If you like to become a priest,
Don’t try to distinct in West or East.
If you like to become a Saint,
Don’t try to rate on human fate.
If you like to become a teacher,
Don’t try to marginalize coloring feature.
If you like to become a doctor,
Don’t try to exercise inhuman sector.
A Priest can deliver a lecture on welfare,
A spirit can help us to become a lover.
A Saint can bless us to become a human,
Nobody is Muslim, Hindu, Sikh or Roman,
A teacher can build cracking relations,
What is contradiction in growing fashions?
A doctor can inject a healthy structure,
He can remove danger of a fracture.
A priest, saint, teacher and a doctor,
They can civilize the World to become an actor.
A politician should be honest and darer,
That can offer a solution as a family carer.
What do we need to alter in the system?
So we can reduce pain to establish wisdom.
That can provide patience and respect,
A person can live satisfactorily with rest.
Living is a God gift and Natural selection,
Why is human having a temperamental reaction?
Natural resources a betterment for creation,
The World society is a God’s Nation.
Why are Language, Colour, Race, and Caste?
A seed of animalism or a barrier of cruelty dust.
Heaven, hell or Qiyamat (calamity), a worthless teaching,
A painful disease and mentally disordered suffering.
Oh, Modern human, what is a best treatment?
To kill innocents; to gain profitable factor.
Who has an objection, human is not wise?
We have, forward, upward and backward rise.
If our deeds are building a thorn reactor,
Are we human or animal, what’s a best chapter?
Experience is getting bored and practices are dull,
Everywhere is bloodshed, what’s a human skull?
the power of Black women walking together as a community
to know that there's nothing we can't accomplish when we move in unity
turnt, turnt, turnt up
now ready to reach new heights
animated, invigorated and stimulated
to walking by faith and not by sight
wearing our denims and pearls
as we traverse the red carpets of life
in shades of red with crowns on our heads for we are queens in the Kingdom of Christ
the power of Black women walking together is a sight to behold
a cohesive solidarity as we endeavor
to achieve our goals
nurturers, supporters and devoted encourages are we
women of God with humble hearts
striving affectionately
just don't discount us and don't miscount us for we are a feminine multitude
on a heavenly altitude, living the Beatitude with a Jesus is my Savior attitude
the power of Black women walking together
as we lift up our communities
champion young black minds,
none of our kids to be left behind
now given every opportunity
We got you say no more
know that you are not alone
for we are praying warriors walking with you. through all of life storms
the power of Black women walking together as one body in Christ
knowing we won't fail, we will prevail
on a massive scale as we promote life
so please take note
as we are damn sure woke
and we vote as often needs be
for we are black women walking in our purpose to defend democracy
we are mothers, aunts, daughters and nieces determined to do our best
collectively working in concert
to whatever cause we need to address
the power of Black women walking together as daughters of the King
knowing in our hearts, we abide by God
and his wisdom we impart in everything
the power of Black women walking together as we advance the Great Commission unceasingly praying, never straying
staying focused on our Christian mission
we won't back up, we won't back down
and in your face we will be
for we are Black women walking together
building powerful communities
just don't get it twisted
and don't get defensive
as we are major demographic factor
because Black women walking together
have more power than a nuclear reactor
we are Black women walking together
Last time thoughts of boosted hope
came toppling down from the launch pad
of inert indecisions
Malfunction of a dilithium crystal heart ...
another failed relationship
doomed to never takeoff from the start
Second stage of salvage effort
were just discarded arguments and disappointments
Time and energy wasted ...
hope falling into the void
Happy memory debris floating in the cosmic ether
Empty personal space
always receive the emotional garbage
that we leave
Rocket hope fueled by catalyst sparks of desire,
only went as far
as the upper room chamber
of suspended animation rest
Anything outside the boundaries
of nocturnal erogenous awakenings
became fatal Apollo dreams
Dying in the void
with burnt cherubim wings
Broken promises made it impossible
to elevate an imperfect union
Failed distant reconciliation rescue attempts
came crash landing into the lonely empty
Our love starship
fell into the void
Pleading cries fall silent
into the void
Metallic teardrops,
from a final hull body and soul effort,
fall into the void
Never making any null noise
Never making any sense of the reasons given
for the rejection of FTL love
A Faster Than Light journey
into the vast nebular firmament mystery above
Your failed reactor fear of not wanting to experience
the quantum outer limit Nth dimensions thereof
Today I went to see our doctor
he's a quack, possibly an actor
he thought it was quite fun
examining my bum,
exploding nuclear reactor
He called for the community nurse
she said an exploding bums a curse,
doctor covered in it
was unable to sit
something he certainly didn't rehearse.
putrid smell was overpowering
my nostrils were beginning to sting,
doctor shouts gas mask on
all his senses had gone
all because my big exploding ring.
I have just felt
A wind can blow colder
The snow will not melt
Til we will get older
The wind chill factor
Can freeze you quite solid
There will be no reactor
Anyone would be stolid
Was the change of the season
That made the earth change
It can be the only reason
So you can’t think it strange
I froze off my butt
It felt so darn chilled
Could of froze off a nut
Or anything that was spilled
I hope it does warm
So we can go out
If the icicles form
There’s no need to pout
We can go skiing
And play in the snow
Even go snowmobiling
Or out to a show
I like when it snows
And gets cold enough
Just not when it blows
It can feel pretty rough
We all can feel
A cold wind blowing
It’s not a big deal
I just want you knowing