"Boron in its crystalline carbon structure, I am glad to be!"
Mesmerising whispers of silence..
Settle down quietly below the fire.
Bolstering support of silence..
Upholding pristine unalloyed promise.
Learnings and lessons of silence..
Carving a rock into the star.
The sturdy clutch of the silence..
Embracing the most promising touch.
Silent steps of the silence…
Galloping along proudly through the stride.
Glittering candor of the silence..
Gliding together forever thru the stars
Silent attempts of the silence..
Gracefully bowed and proudly vowed!
Categories:
boron, angel, friendship, love, relationship,
Form: Free verse
The mole of a substance
Avogadro Constant
Molar mass
borax and colemanite
boron is derived
from these bornite
minerals
volcanic springs
orthoboric acid
the most important of these is
rasorite
naturally occurrence
from the weathering of
rock material
sourced from
air, soil and water
mass number of 11
and containing 5 protons
and 6 neutrons.
full-scale fusion
B-111
Categories:
boron, future, music, science,
Form: Bio
Boron fusion, specifically proton-boron-11 (p-B11) fusion, the path to clean and sustainable energy> Advantages is that fusion is safer because it produces no neutrons, only alpha particles, and uses abundant, non-radioactive fuel.
The same Sub-atomic reactions that power the sun and sssssstars.Monitering dust accumulation, using techniques called glow discharge cleaning.
The natural of the beast
in it's creation
one looks toward
its significance
to understand it's value
looking to the future
one would wish to
hasten and rushing
through the frivolous ends
to get to the
main event
the day they
we have achieved
our goals
and maintains then
is the only
obstacle
we are facing
represent the concept of fusion energy
synthesizers, strings (like violins and cellos), and percussion (especially gongs and timpani, a drumroll in introduction.
Categories:
boron, music,
Form: Bio
Tis' a break
Tis' a break
There's nothing to scratch.
Ponder for a vendor,
Rice for a sake
And there's no Ale for a man.
Silence is broken and golden,
The trees are not in the mood,
To be wavy by the gale.
Bright is the moon,
But not the mood.
It's a fair,
A given fair.
Life's a moron,
And I'm a boron.
Golden is the hull,
But not the heart,
Where courage lies in the cage,
Hiding from the knowns and waves.
Planks can be the constant,
For the wanderer,Angels are these floaters.
Wind does not guide the wanderer,
Searching for the Eden.
Young are these youngsters,
And old is the captian.
Cups can be full of wine,
Not the gold.
Huge are the ambitions,
But not the efforts.
Tricky is the rope,
For the weak.
Ready is the kraken,
But not the canons,
Rust lies in the barrels,
While,Wine fills the tummies.
Let the glitter of the sun engalf the palms,
Anchors leave the decks,
Waving the visitors.
Let the gust fluff the mast,
All mans on hands,
For the search of unknowns at the end.
Categories:
boron, courage, destiny,
Form: Free verse
The spectacles of any poem
Shall be deciphered through
A flurry of lights, flying
Like loose Boron particles
That you ride without rockets
Into old and new worlds alike.
Here are faces chiseled into canyons,
Here you hear the moments swaying, swaying.
Your dreams have dreams of their own.
Then everything invisible rises,
And you feel the rising.
And the rising is good.
And you are good.
And so is the poem.
Categories:
boron, on work and working,
Form: Free verse