PHENOMIMISTA riley appel
hue
tone
in saturations
dazzling
& intriquing
focus
falling
concentrations
colliding
creating
coherent
sensations
continuous
experential
elaborations
intense
& dense
spectacular
simultaneous
contrasting
proportions
in
perceived
peculiarities
Categories:
concentrations, art,
Form: Didactic
Pancuronium Bromide can be detected by
Evaluation of the fluorometric determination
in blood, serum, and urine.Pancuronium can
be detected in blood and urine by ion-pair
extraction and fluorometry.Materials were
taken from dead body.The initial pancuronium
concentrations were 81 ng/mL in blood and
532 ng/g in liver.urine specimens were obtained
from the victim shortly after the suspected assaults.
The samples were initially tested fluorometrically
using Rose Bengal dye as a pairing agent.Both were
presumptively positive for pancuronium chromatography.
Categories:
concentrations, addiction, body, death of
Form: Other
Well over half of the body's weight is made up of water.
Doctors think about the body's water as being restricted
to various spaces,called fluid compartments.The three main compartments are
1.Fluid within cells.
2.Fluid in the space around cells.
3.Blood.
To function normally,the body must keep fluid levels from varying too much in these areas.Electrolytes maintain the balance between fluids inside and outside your cells.They Play a role in conducting nervous impulses,contracting muscles, keeping you hydrated and regulating your body’s pH levels.The blood electrolytes sodium,potassium,chloride,and bicarbonate help regulate nerve and muscle function and maintain acid-base balance and water balance.The right concentrations(called electrolyte balance)is important in maintaining fluid balance among the compartments.Ketones upset the chemical balance of your blood and,if left untreated,can poison the body.High ketone levels make your
blood too acidic.This is a serious condition called ketoacidosis.
Note.Fasting results in increased ketone production.(fasting)
Categories:
concentrations, addiction, drink, drug, education,
Form: I do not know?
PARPHERNALIA
retrospective
of
an
uexpected
sophistication
risen
to
prominence
in
a
burgeoning
atmosphere
a
generic
happening
in
improvised
fragments
of
instantaneous
action
yet
unexpected
linear
&
minimalistic
in
simplicity
fascinating
exterior
of
concentrations
collaborative
innovative
pursuits
of
transformation
confronting
the surreal
so strange
yet
a
transient
impetus
accessible
conceptions
of
floating
sensibilities
in
a
rarerified
outrage
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
Categories:
concentrations, poetry,
Form: Other
I am waiting for immortal rain
Which do a futile fall
And desert of heart turn in oasis
And grow flower and spread fragrance
While holy fragrance touch the nose
While the heart create real art
While real light do new wonder
While she appear from the paradise
Why my heart work on lies
Why my heart never view real dream
But the dream goes alive
And I will view she in real
Nature say she is alive
And ready to do appear in life
Just keep concentrations on your work ship
Defiantly flower of true love touch the life
Poet- anurag sharma
DG-1 flat no 27 B first floor
Vikas puri new delhi-110018
Email- draditiadi@rediffmail.com
Mobile no-8743082486
Categories:
concentrations, desire,
Form: Lyric
All classic, modem's counterpart,
the focus of forgiveness heart
were in the trial of homeless mart
the scattered soul, the refuged cart!
Entrepreneur, the village smart
all ideal, but for love's depart,
the greatest thought, no gain's consort,
who gather on in foolish sport!
With somber no-destruction thrust
my spirit's wander, now adjust,
and so my concentrations must
seems isolative in its' fuss!
Now heretofore consents encrust
a miracle of Faith to trust
will fill the coffers 'til they bust
the giving anthem "grace" not rough!
Restore this treasure, "on the cuff"
Togetherness of "Soul" . . . rebuff!
Note: Thousands of "homeless" persons, victims of the "era!" Let the BIBLE
teach us the older, welfare principles our Yeshua ordained! Peace and Love!
Categories:
concentrations, bible, blessing, god, humanity,
Form: Monorhyme
What’s in Your Whatchamacallit
Capital One asks “What’s in your wallet”
I’m thinking what’s in your whatchamacallit
Biosolids is the official label
The aftermath of last night’s dinner table
If this isn’t clear, I apologize
I don’t want to get graphic in young reader’s eyes
But let’s cut to the chase, get to the scoop
There’s gold and there’s silver in everyone’s poop
Researchers have found at least 50 metals
In the biosolids when all of it settles
Substantially enriched in rare platinum group
So much silver and gold in treatment plants poop
Waste products produced by a million of us
Is about 13 million, let’s further discuss
With the US population let me make this clear
We are pooping out gold at 4 billion a year
Poop has been gathered from big towns and small
With commercially mineable concentrations in all
It’s not really clear how it gets in our waste
Hair products, cosmetics or food that we taste
No matter the source all researchers conclude
We send silver and gold down the defecate tube
Another true story from your Uncle Mike. Not only am I not getting rich writing poetry, I appear to be flushing away millions down the toilet.
Categories:
concentrations, body, environment,
Form: Rhyme
feral lotus focus
ferocious locus
hocus pocus proportions
bogus contortions
notions that are hopeless
clueless and helpless caution
careful not to touch my foolish Johnson
useless toothless rush of jarring jargon
ill gotten fruit rotten loot bargains
a fierce farce thrilling scar gardens
watered by the crying moon's nightly opus
meaty power ball bonus
eat on the hour in small doses
are you enjoying
the coldness of the soulless
the boldness of the boneless
fried chicken
rhymes fresh out the prison kitchen
master plans schemes to elude the system
hidden lyrical lemon lime missions
building beautiful babbling creations
my cruse
my sickness with no nurse
my fascination of profound
powerful philosophical verbalization
who dare demands demonstration
a little literary illuminating illustrations
painting marvelous monstrous
conscious concentrations
fainting over lust bitter kiss
patience to con a sin to fruition
too late the apple has been bitten
Categories:
concentrations, art, humor, nonsense,
Form: Rhyme
mind keeps falling prey
days past, great moments at play
a two coffee day!!
Categories:
concentrations, fun, memory,
Form: Haiku
Consummated under sheets of inspiration,
Conceived in cryptic dreams,
Created from cloudy concentrations,
The words flowed onto a wrinkled sheet of paper.
I concealed the verse under my pillow,
Entombed beneath my peaceful slumber,
Safe from grating barbarians.
For I do not reside in a steel fortress.
But the poem demanded breath,
And I obliged with wary trepidation.
Exposing naked insights of thought,
To public opinions and consumption.
I was misunderstood in some quarters.
My uneven stanzas documented in dorm rooms,
Lack of rhythm noted in offices,
And style criticized in coffee shops.
But my work was greeted warmly from African savannas,
Treasured in Scotland,
Saluted in London,
And praised from India’s sacred rivers.
In the heartland, school girls knew my name.
Southern belles toasted my talents.
I was pondered over breakfast in Florida,
Embraced in backwoods hamlets.
When I look within,
Searching for the brilliant author,
I question his existence.
The trance, that special state of mind, has passed.
In conscious lucidity I ask the stunning question,
“Who wrote this poem?”
Categories:
concentrations, on writing and words
Form: Free verse
Reasons Behind the Madness!
Exempt from some laws is no mystery.
Leaders have been since U.S. history.
Avoiding accusations.
Increasing concentrations.
Reason and duty made this cup of tea!
Categories:
concentrations, political
Form: Limerick
Thoughts running rampant
Memories chasing through,
Dreary and Lonely
Soul standing alone.
Basking in this solitude
Dreaming of the need,
To be a part of the whole
Seclusion is the paid toll.
Despairing concentrations
Never making sense,
Loneliness abides me
Among the world a mess.
Strength draining through
Hope flowing out,
In a crisis that I call for
Redemption is not found.
Categories:
concentrations, confusion, depression, life, sad,
Form: Free verse