Best Silica Poems
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Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis,
Running through my mind,
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis,
Running through my veins,
A silica odor, dust walks through a fresh desert night
Cool air beneath and above the sea
A warm furnace smell, I don’t understand
Intricate to rise and receive without knowing
Up ahead in a virtue distance
A mysterious poisonous effluvium light-
My face feels like a leaf'
My sun holds up its own pendulum rods
Inflammation comes and settles in for the night,
There it stands in a pertinacious manner, with quality
I resurrect this air created from madness, all over again
Twilight, rain stranger than strange
Visions, pursue my path into an infested dark pasture
"From the red Heaven, I fell into the waters of a cobalt Hell"
Perhaps this venerable moment will pass slower than slow
PERHAPS NOT!
If I accept and then decline
Would this balance the precocious state I live in?
How about when wrong directions follow my promiscuous ways
Is my conglomeration of ideas, no longer safe?
When I no longer value the values of the young
Will I sleep at the mercy of his ancient heart
They're the voices give and take from our health
Today, those soft, perfect eyes are calling from far away,
Ashes high, vapors and infection welding me
The bright skies swallow every thin silver line,
Where the clouds sit somehow~ in bacteria
UNITY!
UNITY! Like a common curse
Always, wanting more than love can touch
We are living it up with no alibis!
A way to be and not to BE!
The champagne leaves their cup
Awaken in a life, disturbed ~ NOW INTERRUPT!
Only in this world, lava will reach her lips
Prisoners and doers;
All night…. Too late for a treatment
Lungs, decaying, evil rats
Direction, affection, ending all the inhalation
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis,
Running through my lungs,
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis,
Flat-lined my life ____/\ /\___ ___/\______/\___ _______________
By: PD
Categories:
silica, abuse, analogy, art, corruption,
Form:
Epic
RECIPE
Tiny, glowing, hot in its skyward climb,
it warms the creatures like morning baked bread,
grows high, dies low, is part of cosmic time.
Flowing, agile, glistening droplets spread,
wet with life, liquid mirror in one song,
splashing high, vast enough to fill a bay.
Light, sailing, lifting lungs it becomes strong,
into sea, in sky, a blue holiday,
thin envelope keeps oxygen inside.
Crusty, thick, ore and fine silica cools,
forms a dirt shell for its earthly fast ride,
botanical in sticky molecules.
Hot flame, wet rain, deep breath in bold granite,
elixir, concoction... rarest planet.
-Edlynn Nau
(Original draft date: September 3, 2018)
Categories:
silica, earth, fire, water,
Form:
Sonnet
Oh! the blaze of light and color
playing power of vibrant luster.
with a rainbow hidden in its soul
she's a princess, a spectral cluster.
Rain seeping voids of crevasses
cracks of porous silica rocks,
amorphous tiny spheroid balls
an effulgence perfect Goldilocks
A gem that forms in million years,
sensuous palette of random pattern
like a Christmas tree she glistens,
a chrysanthemum flamed lantern.
The Opal stone, oh !.. too sensuous
a salsa dance of sequins and beads.
purple in passion and golden in love
she brings the peace, the world needs.
Dated 15th May 2019
Sponsor -Line Gauthier
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Also featured 3rd in best new poem list.
Categories:
silica, beauty, imagery, light,
Form:
Rhyme
White Sand and Temporary Oblivion
For an aching moment
I faced dazzling
Gypsum and glass as splinters
Of sunlight pierced the air
Bouncing bright off the landscape at
Alamogordo ---fat Cottonwoods and
not a tree in sight not
Here, the sight of the unholy Trinity
test
Blessed and blast
A fitting slant rhyme for our
slanted
times
askew at
1700 Silica Avenue in a decidedly
different Manhattan where no
Dandy boulevardier would dare strut.
Castle Bravo likewise
No place to dwell as we
Did our best
to incinerate the century
Trolling for a toll in the ashes of the atoll.
No sufficient payment was made.
But all that brightness
those purblind moments flirting
With nothingness all
retreated
Like genie to bottle
Heard whispering,
"I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds..."
Certain whispers linger
Portending brighter, more permanent
Non-being; so be it.
Categories:
silica, angst,
Form:
Blank verse
A Chemical Compound
in an orderly manner.
They're found on the ground,
classified by a scanner.
An outcrop in Costa-Rica -
many of these contain Silica.
Some are even Volcanic-
explosions are quite manic.
Its just like Me and You!
Special, Unique and some blue.
Igneous, Sedimentary, Metamorphic too-
I've heard that before, like de-ja vu!
It is Sharp or Smooth,
It is like a Bone,
It can be found in a Booth,
But what really is STONE?
originally written ~ 13/2/17
Categories:
silica, change, creation, earth, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
I'd almost forgotten what we were like
so many thens, so many "do ya remembers" ago
the days fat with warm summer
dripping off golden smiles
melting like wax in the sun
it was all just a race against time
each tick a heartbeat lost
each sunset crash'd like foaming waves
but we had it down
a rhythm method to laugh in the face of the moon
tearing the days off cheap dime store calendars
using Tuesday and Saturday to roll our stale cigarettes
it seemed so simple then
in my complicated now
smiles + lingering touches + silica crusted toes
= the sight of you in my peripheral vision forever
but now an empty divot in the bed
your perfume on a stranger walking past
the formula unraveled for
we made kingdoms from sand and sargasso
terns our brave paladins
wheeling gull the court's fool
your hair my burnished pennant
snapping in the breeze
I never wanted the earth to turn
cooling air can't turn to black
as shadows fell upon your face
and the sea stole our castle back.
Categories:
silica, loss,
Form:
Free verse
Dream again in this timeless land
Of beauty, nature created
By wind and rain and scouring sand
Eroding the sandstone plateau
To orange and black striated
Bee-hive domes, enduringly slow
Nature’s eternal beauty unveiled
Soar high above with eagle’s eyes
To comprehend and be regaled
By this majestic mystery
Where no man’s foot print ever lies
And time rebounds in history
Dream again in this timeless land
Nature’s eternal beauty unveiled
Purnululu is the Indigenous name for the Bungle Bungle area in the East Kimberly in Australia.
It is a world heritage listed area of unique Silica and sandstone Bee-hive domes.
Categories:
silica, nature,
Form:
Sonnet
Red planet in the dark,
Iron Oxide lights your spark.
In search of great, there is not much greater,
then the planet of valleys, deserts and craters.
Spots of white look not unlike snow,
but, in fact, are storms and cyclones.
A surface scarred and cut by time,
holds a soil of Alkaline.
Cold and quite, howling wind,
Carbon Dioxide is what you'd breathe in.
Plains and highlands vast and smooth,
contrast craters the size of moons.
simply a face made flaccid,
beaten, meteor impacted.
Storms of dust bellow and swoon,
traveling to an unwritten tune.
An Argon sword, atmosphere built,
with carbon dioxide playing the hilt.
A Terra of martain Magnesium mass,
is it Basalt, or Silica glass?
Avalanches slope with a streak,
with weak gravity and slide to a heap.
Gullys carved from water of old,
lines can be seen where a sea met a coast.
Surveying mars is a difficult task,
about half of the time there are failed spacecrafts.
But despite all that, we now have a team,
of rovers exploring since 2003!
They have seen much of Mars, as far as can go,
though the poles are of ice, and the weather is cold.
But still, we have maps, and data and more,
we've explored the red planet like never before!
Peroxides and oxides provide color schemes,
it's possible life had seen what we've seen,
it's possible mars might invite human beings,
because anything's possible, when you have a dream.
Categories:
silica, education, family, science, visionary
Form:
Free verse
Summertime is here
Golden sands await the rush
Territories shared
Excitement abounds
Buckets and spades in frenzy
Silica shapes form
Children creating
Young voices resonating
Sandcastles they show
Categories:
silica, childhood, family, children, holiday,
Form:
Haiku
The horsemen have arrived on their menacing mares,
Whose stiletto-hoofed horseshoes click-clack on an achromatic static;
Silent staccatos inside an ultraviolet light.
As vidalian-dampened eyes drip viridian veneers before the mounted steeds,
And embrocations of nuclear infernos' fumes simmer their cimmerian shades,
A penumbral eclipse gallops atop the sickened sky.
Diaries dug from the barren breasts of Chernobyl,
Inscribed with cautionary caveats of the terrace's truncation:
Of the kudzu and its vehicular veins sucking its captured prey,
Gobbled by mushroom sombreros with barbed electron brims.
No more shall zephyrs sing the azalea thistle.
No more shall blackened dahlias dance upon the dungeon drapes.
No more shall lightning lick the leathery land of ozone.
At last the poisoned atom's apple has been bitten.
Down it goes through the three mile throat that thickens with silica,
Oxidizing the once electric crepuscules with a toadish croak.
And at last, this system of solar spheres will be but a dream,
Hidden away in supernova starlight; locked with skeletal keys behind your mind.
Categories:
silica, future, grave, holocaust, psychological,
Form:
Free verse
With straight laced back to bolster attention
pseudo reflection beguilingly displayed,
silica compressed, provokes recollection
of journey within when the truth was betrayed.
Like frost on the window defeat was coated
In faux sparkling gaiety, in sham masquerade.
That negative twin arrogantly gloated,
as sure as the master controlling the slave.
Reality buried like day demoted
beneath darkness’s oppressive tidal wave,
left to cower, like cur in submissive grave.
With defiance ascending from spark to flame,
to shatter this nightmare before damned defeat,
with a fist turned dentist to fracture this shame,
the remnants of memory lay at my feet.
In sea of slivers my soul still not unbound,
my counterfeit brother in painful retreat,
yet still I am hazy, in mist that confounds,
struggling for release from enigma rhymes
my senses recoiling to the laughter’s sound
and as eyes are cast upon pieces of crime,
each reflection reflected a hundred times.
Categories:
silica, angst
Form:
Terza Rima
Tiny grains of sand and silica, swirl across the beach.
The travelling tides, wash away, all traces of human life.
Every few seconds the beach is renewed; sand castles are rebuilt.
Categories:
silica, christmas, holiday, poems, poetry,
Form:
Sijo
Trip of journey in a hot desert wool
With the help of a cage of roller heat n cool
Went on with the play of story making
Into the world of forest n Tarzan taking
Dramatic take on the story
Ended in the silence stream trolley
Stuck in the crossing in the track
Happily the no train crossed in the track
Otherwise all were wracked
Sightseeing the silica and a farmer
In the threshing mill warmer
Loved the way the mechanism of technology
Indeed a sweat in the top of the hard work pedagogy
Seeing the beauty like a CH3 OH methanol
Evaluating above beauty like a drink of C2H5OH ethanol
Into the dessert poured the H20 a water
Like a wonderful trees to blossom
It’s an experience of barren land awesome
Categories:
silica, beauty, journey, sun, technology,
Form:
Rhyme
The horsemen have arrived on their menacing
mares. Whose stiletto hoofed horseshoes click-clack on which
Achromatic static staccatos inside ultraviolet light. As vidalian dampened
eyes drip with verid veneers before the mounted steeds, embrocations of nuclear infernos' fumes simmer in cimmerian shades; A penumbral eclipse galloping atop the sickened sky. Diaries dug from the barren breasts of Chernobyl inscribed
cautionary caveats of the terrace's truncation, just as the kudzu
and its vehicular veins suck from its captured praying prey, the
mushroom's sombrero barb grabs in gross excess all around.
No more
shall the zephyr sing with azaelian thistles, No more shall the
blackened
dahlias dance in
this dungeon we've become.
No more shall lightening
lick the leathery lands of ozone.
At last the poisoned atom's
apple has been bitten. Down it goes
through the three mile throat that thickens with silica,
Oxidizing the once electric crepuscules of the
toad's croak. And at last this system of solar spheres will be but a dream, Hidden away and locked with skeletal keys behind the mind.
Categories:
silica, dark, death, imagery, nature,
Form:
Shape
There are regrets that hide
between spaces of seconds,
their beguiling smile tainting
the contents of an empty sigh.
Each a jigsaw piece lost beneath
the tiles of faux façade,
leaving fabrication incomplete,
and there is no holy water
to quench thirst of dried lines,
scattered like delta from salted pool.
Simplicity is complicated,
compressed silica throwing back imperfection
of stormy existence; weathered eras
melded like reclaimed glass
into a chimera of age and memories.
Finality is so much closer now,
yesterdays number more than tomorrows
and the trickle becomes a torrent
as kisses cross out innocent youth,
eroding that mountain of expectation
into a hillock of realisation,
and all about, scree that becomes
grit laying on the p(l)ain of my history.
Categories:
silica, life, sad,
Form:
Free verse