Best Reactors Poems
The year is 2025
I have come back to my past
To witness the Mayans
Who said Earth would not last
2012
Was the year they declared
That the planet we knew
Could never be spared
An Asteroid shower
We could never comprehend
Sends this heaven to hell
In catastrophic spend
The first to hit
Was the daddy of them all
Our axis twisted
The human race in fall
Just of Madagascar
In the Indian Ocean
It's where it all started
That set our demise in motion
Tsunami waves
Like giant tower blocks
Swamped Indonesia
As Polynesia rocked
The force of impact
Reverberated west
On the Canary Islands
A dormant volcano so reft
It's massive mountain side
Into the Atlantic slipped
To the eastern seaboard
Of the United States it shipped
A second Tsunami
Half the world long
Would submerge the east
Taking the weak and the strong
The second to hit
Hit a place struck before
Tunguska in Russia
Receives another sore
Daylight turns to night
As earth meets our skies
Fallout from the reactors
In shattered demise
Radiated clouds
Eventually filter down
Leaving bleeding lacerations
As we humans death drown
Smaller asteroids
Some just a few hundred feet
Around the world they were marvelled
Until they meet their greet
The place where I stand now
Was Yosemite National Park
Now dark ridges of black
So bare and stark
It's been many many years
Since the sun shone through the screen
When I close my eyes I remember
When the earth was lush and green
How many of us survived
Will we ever know
Was this in our destiny
I think all around me, now shows
repugnant racist republican reviled - rickettsia re:itch ruler.
rapaciously ravaged revered reverential rubric.
radical ruthless renegade rapidly riotously rips rigged ramparts.
refrains retaining remnant redolent regal, resplendent rafters.
riches rudely rupture rooted rectified rights.
ruckus ricochets revenant reign.
ratified rattlebrained rules roil reductionism.
rumbustious rapscallions rollick; render ruinous ramifications.
rusty razor razing revenge rents reprisal.
rabid rectal rictus rotten rebrands re-calibrate.
rambunctious revolutionaries rejoice.
ruffians ride roughshod routing reigning royalty.
reiterate revetting robust recidivist rationality.
ride Rolls Royce relentlessly rendering rock ribbing.
riffraff raconteur raise reactionary response.
revisit rancorous restrictive redlined realigned rightward rivets.
robocop ridiculously rubber-stamped reorganization.
recalcitrant reactors release rapture.
rash Russian roulette reconnaissance raconteurs rack rubles.
red room reflects republican RNA.
rap risible rheumy ratiocinated rug-rats revoke righteous refulgent repertory.
rapier robed robbers ransack reliquary resounding retaliation.
retaliatory redcoat regnum reformation remembered.
Rudy robotically recoiling rapprochement
raison d'être rosily revered rifled relics raffled.
rookie raves ripe rackful rubenesque reliably ranked.
refulgent rotundity requisite requirement re: reappointment.
road-tested, roadworthy redeem reapportion routed role.
reprehensible reassignment rapidly recognizes response.
rife rampage removes respectability - respect.
responsible roused restitution refuted.
risky resultant reconnoitering runaway railroad reverberates rivalry.
reflexive ramrod reaction reconfirms redoubling ridding revitalization.
reconfiguration realpolitik reinstates repudiation
rebooting Roosevelt regime reconsidered.
requisition requires resilient reseeding republic.
regrettable riley roars remorseless ribbing.
rare recount restoring recondite renown reprobate Rapunzel.
Republican representatives rejoice reclaiming reins
registering retarded romantic remains
re: Rastafarian revered reliquary rests!
Wasted Energy
Darkness descends like a ribbon unfurling
As astronauts in space orbit the churning Earth
And observe the lit orb that is the world below.
Likened to a planet on fire in sulphurous yellow,
Though impressive to see, it is a waste of energy
To watch as photons flow at the flick of a switch
In the night when people should be sleeping.
Light pollution! Conservation is sorely lacking.
(The First Law of Thermodynamics states that energy is constant;
it is neither created nor destroyed but can be converted.)
Dams constructed flood lands to create reservoirs;
Waterfalls are shut down, and rivers diverted,
Destroying land use and animal habitat.
Fossil fuel stations and nuclear reactors are built,
Which pollute the air and swell waste dump sites
With radioactive and other toxic materials.
Fields are littered with windmills, solar panels, and mirrors
Consuming yield acreage and resources and killing birds
To generate electricity so that humans can live comfortably
In an electronic, surreal, guiltless, controlled environment.
If I had the power to freeze,
I wouldn't let my friends know about it.
"We have a freak in school!" that's
what many kids would say in school,
making me sadly sit alone on a bench
or in the locker room...
I wouldn't let my parents know too;
they would take me to a doctor
who would pretend to be a nice man,
only to treat me like a lab rat!
Well, still I would find it cool to have
such powers I had,
for I would not only prolong the ice-creams'
chill, but also cool nuclear reactors,
put out fires, and help stop global warming.
I would be a super hero in the night!
tiptoe through a sky of dying lilacs daisy chain reactors
try real hard not to offend anyone
please don’t jerk my alphabet out of your swoon soup
my occasional tongue likes to swoop down
and scoop tender mutinies... into my
green slimy spoon - quick turn disquised saliva into
churn burnt backwards words
liquid oxygen, nitrogen, napalm
the many methods of modern BBQ
multi-pronged igniters injecting mainline
high pressure laser guided fusion reactors
subatomic quantum mechanical quasar energy
photons vibrating in Orion’s nebula
disintegrating galactic supercharged plasma
ejected from hemorrhoids at warp speed
inner core’s event horizon is compromised
came through the worm hole
didn’t see it coming
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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
Will Cherry Blossoms Bloom Again?
The wrath of nature shows it face, in cherry-blossom land
Where the Tsunami spewed salt water, and churned up piles of sand
As it wiped out people, like a scathe cutting grass
But this time, sadly, its memory will not pass
When a wall of waves rose forty feet high
Then, momentarily, they obliterated the sky
As terrified people scrambled for their lives
Little children, grandmothers, husbands and wives
Two years later, this monument of horror remains
As an untouchable shroud, that imprisons people's pains
The black and burned reactors, now twisted and torn
Are reminders, like hideous visions, there to warn
The human inhabitants, of this planet Earth
That the time has now come, to consider the dearth
Fukushima portrays, from an unrelenting source
Of our planet's anger, with unprecedented force
These oceans could surge forth, time and time again
Leaving behind gray pictures of misery and pain
Like those now framing Fukushima's gruesome ground
Where not a trace of healthy life, can be found
Or the vision of a mother letting go her baby's hand
As the dead child slips away, in water mixed with sand
To me, the sun's our answer, to set us all free
To see cherry blossoms bloom again, for eternity.
oOo
END
My boat
A small boat moving through choppy water.
Prompt from "Grief" by Raymond Carver
Some sail in yachts
Some relax on cruise ships
Some transport fruit on cargo ships
Some are fishing in trawlers
Some refugees seek asylum
Some toil with nuclear reactors
Some wear military uniforms
Some honeymoon in new lands.
A few are in Boaty Mcboatface.
My little rowing boat has sprung a leak.
We are not all in the same boat
But we are on same sea.
30 June 2022
Sponsor Julia Ward
Contest Name SAILING
lithium
element of exploitation and mayhem
used in rechargeable batteries
prevention of Alzheimer's disease
spacecraft and nuclear reactors
advanced war weaponry..
They say a trillion dollars worth
is under the blood and burn of Afghanistan
was it ever really about freeing the oppressed
and sowing the seeds of democracy
Xi is licking his lips
I wonder, can I travel back to my old self
find the way I was, come back and rearrange
the shelf full of books
(containing parts of my life
where enthusiasm was not held back and through
power of youth even as a fool I was accepted)
in order to achieve normality
Now don't get me wrong, insanity has it advantages
(walking on a different plane of existence is always fun
seeing things as they want to be is liberating
mesmerizing the public by juggling letters though
sometimes it is excruciating, it is the closest I've come to
finding freedom and being who I really am
a walking shadow singing words in writing)
but where does it lead, the path I'm treading on
is it predetermined, are you what you want to be
or just a blade of grass left to the mercy
of the wind which is no more than the 'external'
influencing factors, ending up being the internal reactors
that define who you are, how you tread
Destiny or choice, silent obedience or finding the inner voice?
Introspect, question who you are, why forget and neglect
when sometimes it's easier to remember and accept...
War weaving woe, we wither
Hither hate hums, hereby Heaven hates humanity
Ethereal entity engaging eternal enmity
Reason running ragingly
Enemies experiencing endless epiphanies
Inducing indifference, instilling inhumanity
Totally terminating truth, treachery transcending time
Love lost, left lingering, life leaking loath
Everyone expecting end, eluding everything
All authority abandoning amnesty
Death devouring divinity
Silence slowly surrounded serenity, shattering souls.
Notions negate neutrality, never
Overlook omens, old ones or
New, nether negotiating, notifying
Ether emphasizing eternal embrace
Majestic moments melting mediocrity
Absolution abhors anarchy
Youth yearns, you yield
Knowingly, kneeling;
Never negate normality, never
Overlook, ostracize, omit
War weaves woe, we wither...
Form:
April was the name my mother gave me
She cried and cried for days when I was born
My dad was pretty sick, he never knew me
The World was in the eye of that ol’ storm
They tell me it was common to embrace
They tell me people even used to kiss
But daddy didn’t make it and momma quickly followed
And I didn’t have a brother nor a sis
They raised me in a camp of screaming ‘Theybies’
Skull and Bone pyjamas and a Baphomet robe
My birthday gift a CHIP, no buts no maybes
The fate of every child around the globe
They taught me to fit in, to be a member
Of the New World Order, for the good of man
Agenda 30 says, I’ll have a unit of my own
As only those compliant surely can
I’ll get to see the movies of wild animals
The Fathers of the Nations will allow
An annual visitation, of the wilderness to see
An elephant, a tiger or a cow
We get to run the factories and reactors
Enough of us remain, to keep things ticking
Six billion vaccines later, the causal factor
The planet’s safe, but mankind took a licking
Control is in the implant in our hand
An A.I. global network holds the key
Self appointed regal families as they’d planned
Leaves the world to darkness and to me
Corona is the killer stated media
Like sheep we were, we listened to their lies
But a virus ain’t a cause, it’s a reactor
5G we came to know caused the Great Demise!
Fractal Reactors
A golden cloud carrying a
Glittered ambiance of light
Engulfed in a luminesce oil
Immersed in a phosphorus flight
Particles moving inside the oil
Fall as seedlings into the soil
Sparkling like a million star tips
On fractal reactors of energy the soil sips
The power in the oil reaches past all logic
Seeping through the facades of life’s magic
Empowering new growth to the deepest roots
Healing foundational truths inside our earthen boots
Becoming the purist politest for freedom to ring
Burning oil lamps of his reflection our voices sing
Saturating the earth in oiled light from above
One of promise carried over land 'by a single dove
The miracle
Oil in the
Olive Branch
Carole Cookie Arnold
And when man is done,
and rolls over and falls asleep,
the tides will overwhelm the shores,
the walls of the cities will weep,
Till the cities sink and the reactors melt down,
And the land will be stripped bare
by the beasts of the field,
And the poisoned fish will foul the air,
And the birds will swarm around the dying,
And the wind turbines will break,
There will be no good water left to drink,
And babies will cry from their stomachs' ache,
And the gentlest of men
will eat his own young
While wild dogs stare and wait,
teeth bared around their hanging tongues,
And there will be cracks in the earth,
And whole cities will be swallowed,
And the batteries and clocks will die,
And no one who knows how to fix them will follow,
And the sun will flare,
And the trees will ignite,
And the sun will fall dim,
And the brightness of day will be winter twilight,
And the earth will at last be unchained,
As the sun relaxes its hand,
to roll over and fall asleep,
the sleep of a grain of sand.