Best Uranium Poems
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
Selling uranium to Putin through CFIUS
Made less social sense than contracting syphilis
Unless to grow a Global reset chrysalis
Aiding American transformation abyss.
Putin may well employ Wyoming yellow cake
To cower Europeans with nuclear bake
Candled with cancerous cumulus mushroom clouds,
Granting his covering Ukraine with a death shroud.
The doomsday rush is on; there's a special going now,
as we linger dangerously toward the Bible’s vow,
for in the prophecies of Israel thousands of years ago,
the prophets who address us now have the evidence to show,
our end may be coming closer; we may join the Dinosaur.
This world can live without us because it did once before.
Could it be war that will destroy us with weapons of destruction?
Will hordes sweep across the Continents in a murderess influx eon?
But there's been wars since man was born; nothing stops war raging on.
Still the populace explodes so war the culprit must be wrong.
Maybe a virus! Something new not understood to quickly lay the healthy down,
and sweep into the cultured world where no cure can be found.
Maybe it's AIDS; but like other viles, with no cure years ago,
were overcome by sheer numbers and populations stood to grow.
Have we reached the stage where we're a plague the world cannot sustain.
Destroying ecology, biology, hybridizing, so seed cannot produce the same.
We can't drink our water; our air is poisoned through sheer greed.
Even this is not enough to kill us off, but we're starting to bleed.
The answer may be simple. Our watch; microwave, smoke detector or T.V.
Right to our re-assuring leaders who claim all’s well so arrogantly.
Mass killing may be accidental; we won't see what put our lives at stake!
We meekly walk behind to share the profit with our slice of yellowcake.
Over there in the West,
Sun rarely sets,
Three thousand miles,
Social media smiles,
There's our Oz mining industry,
One power-that-be,
Pacifist lives here,
Way too much Uranium, no cheers!
You looked straight through me.
Never having felt more transparent
Never having felt more solid.
Your eyes, their radioactive colour,
My favourite colour,
Your sea shines through them,
Cutting through their uranium glass.
Tough, rare, to be cherished and protected.
Those colours, your colours, hold it all.
I see the waves of possibilities
Whispering through them.
You're so close, can't you hear.
Low songs of sirens bouncing off the water.
They're telling you to surrender to it.