"Teacher Tanaz"
I am teacher Tanaz
Wish to be your Topaz
I am frolic
But my activities are catalytic.
Chemist by selection
Laughter in your end reaction .
I act carefree
Wishing you all to be stress-free.
Working in unison
Dipping smilie in your solution.
Titration, Filteration, adsorption , absorption
Words that help me to draw your attention.
My chemistry is full of colours
With all tastes and flavours.
Call me when u are gloomy.
I am always there to make you happy
Teacher Aarti'
You stand for honesty.
Mind full of purity.
Famous for your punctuality.
Worthy is your loyalty.
Worth mentioning is your sensitivity.
Worth noting is your diligency..
As you retire, who will overcome this deficiency?
With regards
Ketaki
Categories:
catalytic, creation, dedication, devotion,
Form: Free verse
Gagged by the navy neck-tie crowned upon him by the last soldier, the businessman precariously waltzes the death march down into “Sam’s Greens and Grains”, a specialty salad shop that locally sources lettuce from Upstate and everything else from a Houston retailer – an obvious choice for a death row meal…yum…plastic forks taint the flavorful bites into an experience similar to the lighting in the daytime dwellers dungeon – harsh, catalytic and monotonous but yet another day passes through the consciousness of the unlucky ones, flickering a spark of ambition to do something, be someone or feel a step above content however with no wick to ignite, the wind takes ahold of the spark and shuns it reminding him to resume the nightmare of day-to-day livelihood of spreadsheets, unintelligent jargon and empty coffee mugs
eh maybe tomorrow we’ll try Chipotle for lunch
Categories:
catalytic, corruption, prison, work,
Form: Prose
My most beautiful nomenclature,
An aldehyde of esteric fragrance,
Roses know I give better pleasure, but...
...You are no doubt better than red roses;
Indeed, your presence is catalytic,
Like electrons, you complete my valency;
Optically, you've made me feel isomeric;
Van der Waals could never dare compare...
...Ethane to someone as aromatic as
YOU.
Categories:
catalytic, desire, emotions, feelings, love,
Form: Acrostic
The organic chemistry of memory
is faster than light.
it cannot be deleted, only defeated.
That cellular crucible deletes itself
by an entropy of catalytic reactions.
Stop stoking the flames
then the ash will then fly away.
Whose your daddy, whose your ma?
Who parents your life, now that the parents
have become your children, progeny recollected
by old images of yourself.
The world, that part of the brain we know as us,
it is always incomplete,
it does not evolve, it only recalls itself
over and over again.
We are unborn, the progenitors of
an imagined ancestry.
Our legacy is a rootless mirage,
and we can never delete
what never was.
Categories:
catalytic, poetry,
Form: Free verse
as if I didn't know that it's too late now to admire the spectacle of the fringes of sunlight falling oily and golden over the backbone of the mountains on the horizon...
or that it has become impossible to enthusiastically appreciate the catalytic smile of every human being who has finally found the reason for his life in another person...
late to enjoy the enchanting sight of the savagery of the elements as winter advances violently on an autumn that says goodbye shyly...
feel the mind-blowing impact of sea water when the weather is warm and the thick, salty liquid envelops every cell eager for the coolness of the waves...
the time has come to make an inventory of each of the wonders of the human odyssey on earth and try to extract from them what can still serve as a pleasure to the nostalgic memory
Categories:
catalytic, life, memory, nostalgia,
Form: Prose
Do not be afraid of it.
Fear not.
Do not let your catalytic fear pour into our reaction,
If do, however the process, it will still remain stick on you.
Do not deny and put a curse on it
That’s the fact however. It is a reality.
Need not to search the beginning,
If that will only become a reason for you to condemn someone
Your negative energy will only make the process runs on a wrong way
Fight … keep in spirit
With endothermic heartfelt friendship of all of us
And exothermic struggle for life of altogether of us
We can do anything
Whatever
Especially it is just the corona covid-19.
Do not be fear of it.
Keep fighting against it.
Categories:
catalytic, motivation,
Form: Free verse
ADVENT OF SPRING
It was as though a sign had been received.
The master plan, held back, now causing stirring
As if nature’s endocrines had been released
Flooding all the world with catalytic spurring
Pre-dawn the Song Thrush first perceived the moment
Her triple prelude showed she could recapture
(As day broke, light in softer glow bestowment)
Her first symphony of blissful, careless rapture
On this cosmic stage light rose imparting sheen
And sun lent equinoctial warmth to nourish
The hedgerows that had barely hinted green
Were now transformed to full fresh verdant flourish
A delicate jade mist veils sylvan canopy
Sweet Spring is clothing Nature in full panoply
Categories:
catalytic, nature,
Form: Rhyme
If I could be anything, I would be an enzyme.
Grown in dandelions as they are plentiful, and free,
And unappreciated now by some.
Maybe also I could be in clover.
A healing enzyme.
My catalytic action would be simply this.
I would retrain cancer cells to swallow,
Digest and eliminate themselves.
On a regular basis, daily, almost before
They got started.
So cancer would be eliminated by one drop
Of dandelion tea. That would be all that would
Be needed, and it might also be all one could
Stomach.
If I was an enzyme.
Categories:
catalytic, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
ADVENT OF SPRING
It was as though a sign had been received.
The master plan, held back, now caused enaction
As if nature’s endocrines had been released
Flooding our world with catalytic action
Pre-dawn the Song Thrush first perceived the moment
Her triple prelude showed she could recapture
(As day broke, light in a softer glow bestowment)
Her symphony of blissful, careless rapture
On this cosmic stage light rose imparting sheen
And sun lent equinoctial warmth to nourish
The hedgerows that had barely hinted green
Were now transformed to full fresh verdant flourish
In trees the sap is surging in ascension
A delicate jade mist now veils the canopy
Across the land life wakes in each dimension
Sweet Spring is clothing Nature in her full panoply
Categories:
catalytic, nature, seasons,
Form: Rhyme
I was selfish and had to horde the Lord;
Because He was all that I could afford
Poems from Him started to write each day
For perfect relation with him paved the way.
But after a while too I must have to be realizing
Results of much of my speech is sermonizing
And I have become an Episcopalian researcher
Our priest is a Catholic and catalytic converter.
Hope some of you understand what I am saying
By, all games have rules you must be playing
Even tough at times Priest I am often teasing
I could bend myself over and be more pleasing.
Sound familiar?
Jim Horn
Member of St. James Episcopal
Board of Vestry and major
pain in the neck.
Categories:
catalytic, encouraging,
Form: Couplet
Poem with Poem of Day Potential
or Diet Dilemma Another Enema
My poem has much poem of day potential
Including having infinity for its exponential
And many minds must be really ridiculous
That think how awful are all my amaryllis.
Now suppose I were to look like a lunatic
Because converted computer was catalytic
And on surface to put on ions you did try
Causing a compound to start and multiply.
What if I were to enjoy my own religion
And never would ever kill a clay pigeon
Truly devoted to each commandment
Until to heaven finally had been sent.
From the first time that God and I met
After seeing me said with deep regret
You like nice things neat and nostalgic
But become aroused by things angelic.
Your future was clearly caste in stone
You must be by yourself and left alone
Finding fudge you loved definitely divinity
You could eat through time until infinity.
Was obvious found yourself fat as can be
Wings required were as big as a tall tree
Can you believe God said until you are thin
Return back to earth and be on a diet again.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Categories:
catalytic, funny, hilarious, humor, humorous,
Form: Couplet
I’ve always called on dad when a problem arises.
I know he can fix it and deal with unanticipated surprises.
Some how, some way he always manage to save the day
But occasionally the problem gets bigger along the way
He will try and he’ll think, but no solution comes to sight.
Then he gives up, only to come back with all his might
And when the day is done and work hours gone
And the thing still isn’t fixed-the war is on.
That problem won’t last when he is in battle mode
He will overcome obstacles and win the gold.
Bad catalytic converters to broken windows
Is there something he can’t fix? Nobody knows!
That’s not the reason I love him, I’d love him anyway.
He’s the best, he’s the greatest, what more can I say.
He’s all I’ve ever known and all I’ve ever had
He’s the irreplaceable Big Kahuna and he’s my dad.
Categories:
catalytic, father, happiness, love, love,
Form: I do not know?