As a chemical engineer I know
The streamlines of fluid flow
The laws of mass and energy
And the reactions behind chemistry
Material balances begin the journey
Accounting mass even from chimney
Energy balances complete the basic design
The feasibility is ready to sign or resign
I admire the catalyst's art
Making slow reactions go fast
I control process with care
Keeping plant safe while flare.
Heat transfer helps conserve energy
And thermodynamics improving exergy
Mass Transfer improving separation
With high quality appreciation
Distillation, Mixing, and Reactors too,
Are essential tools for all I do.
From oil and gas to food and glass
Chemical engineers make products high class
From desalination to cleaner air
I engineer solutions everywhere
Protecting people, the land, and the ocean
Through safe chemical plant operation
And last but not the least
Economics is a major beast
No matter a chemical process large or small
Behind it chemical engineers stand tall
Existence a great learning curve
A journey to sway and to swerve\
Whilst society attempts to unnerve
Communities we need to conserve
Help others with kindness we serve
Self love is what we deserve
Fulfilling our lives with much verve
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The clock coughs twice—a phlegmy tick~
We wrench its hands with clumsy might.
An hour tumbles, lost from sight.
Like dentures down the kitchen sink.
*“Daylight saving time (DST) is the practice of setting clocks forward by one hour in the spring to extend evening daylight during the warmer months, and then setting them back by one hour in the autumn….In the United States, DST begins on the second Sunday in March and ends on the first Sunday in November…The concept was first suggested by Benjamin Franklin in 1784.,The first widespread implementation occurred during World War I to conserve fuel.” (Source: Wikipedia.com)
Feeling a bit scaly
and my usual fleet-footed
I followed a lizard
into an evaporating wash --
somehow, all living critters
eventually enter the wash -- the
lizard looking for insects, and the
coyote looking for lizards
and to drink from a puddle
of water -- more like
a thimble full, the sun reclaims
quickly when 120 -- dwellers learn
to conserve, survive on less
in the desert; did not see
one environmentalist though;
probably in a comfy college
dorm, or staff lounge, sipping ice-tea,
writing his or her next hit piece, main
focus on how he or she suffers along with
a greatly abused planet. Gulp, gulp!
Honestly, I prefer the company of lizards,
coyotes, and an occasional rattler -- always
having found the desert far more hospitable
than Arid intellect.
Delusion comfort and the somn of the routine
Draws sharpness of awareness of yours
Depending on the context of your situation
The habit of the mechanism is tin
That's weird type of force
The conservation
In fact you really don't conserve the monkeys
Maybe you preserve
Linguistics say
Of terminologies the bias of buzzword
The physical the meaning of the word
The real physical the meaning
Hey, look the wordies of the medias of yours
What meaning do conserve you in your writing
In your course
Of the direction
Where is the transformative the point that
Doesn't conserve the suffering and victim
So you may enjoy
Dilemma that of theirs, human's
Of glorifying depths of trauma and the sin
Konserva is in russian language Tin
It's type of package actually the hook
That cannot be unhooked in fact that easy
The real processing is really really hard
But the stupidity and moron fashions of the world
Is easy
We're ceasing bias, lies, desiformation
Specific points, opinions, lifestyles
In these the metrics these are kilometers
In these these measured distance as the miles
Water, transparent
Pure, precious
Gold in the presence of the sun
It jumps over pebbles,
Eroding its path
Mustn’t we preserve
This precious treasure?
The magical potion that quenches thirst
With only a portion fresh
Mustn’t we conserve
This golden treasure?
As it drips down,
It converts itself
A soothing sound that begs for help
Mustn’t we save
This great treasure?
It plunges down the falls,
Dashing along the river
Stops at the lovely green lake,
Meets the vast sea at the coast
Freezes at the glacier,
Sprays at the geyser
Mustn’t we retain
This priceless treasure?
A part underground,
The others brimming with salt
A part polluted,
Of plastic partly
Mustn’t we protect
This delicate treasure?
Provides pearls
In its depth
Offers hydration
That makes us glow
Mustn’t we guard
This boon of a treasure?
Without the elixir of life,
The day disaster rains
Droughts and deserts pave their way!
Should the day not arrive,
Mustn’t we help retrieve
This shimmering treasure?
Pink Flamingos
The only bird of the family Phoenicopteriformes
Is the “flame-coloured” flamingo, so named by the Spanish.
A wader on long legs with an arcuate filtering bill;
An eater of shrimp and algae that pigment feathers pink.
Posed confidently, balanced on one leg to conserve energy,
They display beauty and grace under an aura of innocence
In a relaxed atmosphere, appearing flirtatious,
Congregating in pats, and exhibiting social behaviours.
In spring, the birds participate in mating rituals
Of synchronized dance steps, marching in unison
With necks stretched, heads flagging, and wings flapping
To encourage nesting and pair bonding.
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Notes:
Phoenicopterus: "Phoenicopterus" is the Latin name for flamingo. Flamingo comes from the Portuguese or Spanish meaning “flame-coloured.”
Pat (aka Flamboyance): A "pat (aka flamboyance)" is a group of flamingos.
To be mis understood is to be absorbed
A rejection of existence by the listener
The communicator communicating
But the message is dissonance
It has happened one two three many times
Too much so that speaking is distilled
To specifically what you believe in
So that you can see me, It is heartbreaking
I would have taught you so much
We could have had so much fun
We could have found each other
In the meanings elaborated with patience
But I think a little too fast And my word smay slur
I also do not know many English words
To describe states of the heart with grace
and panache I lack finesse I speak too direct
You say am too honest I know no diplomacy
I might embarrass you while disrespecting my self
I am too headstrong but you are weak at heart
you are not talking to me
You are misunderstanding on purpose to
Conserve who you are rejecting any other
So I echo you you you
Because To be misunderstood is to be a broken mirror
It makes you hate yourself
Struggling
To find yourself in the other
I feel victimized
by the commercial success
of what was once a silent,
waiting,
watching
for Emmanuel,
Allah WithIn Us
I wonder
when I become red-faced angry
about not being able to CONSERVE
sufficient power to have my sacred way
right now
If this is entirely different
than when I feel disempowered by fear
of losing what
and whom
and when
and where
and why I have chosen
to love too LIBERALLY
Without restraint,
without constraint,
without greed,
without ego-aggrandizing need
Without anthro-privileged boundaries
to loving
divine embrace,
warm
humane grace
PeaceFull face
of sacred EarthTribe,
Divine Beauty,
Humane Unity,
hypostatic Integrity.
I praise you God for all in which you live,
evolving in creation so diverse.
I meet you Jesus in the Gospel texts
uplifting those whom most of us reject.
I love you Christ through all in whom you dwell,
thankful that in me you also find a home.
Lamenting how mankind has messed up life
I feel remorse. I too have fallen short.
And where your Spirit lives you bear the hurt.
Show me mercy that I may be absolved,
be blessed with grace to grow in faithfulness.
Though my will is weak your narrow way I seek.
Come Holy Spirit be my strength and guide.
Inspire me with your love, your joy, your peace:
- to show your love as I attend to need;
- to share in prayer at night for those in pain;
- to spread your peace in how I speak and act;
- express your joy within relatedness.
As I contemplate the wonders you create,
in which your glory shows for all to praise,
you call us to conserve all loveliness.
God eternal, when at last I'm laid to rest,
rapt within the three-in-one may I be blessed.
Some say aliens inhabited the earth
Before humans originally appeared
Pretty sure some are still living amongt us
Been running the country for years
Some of these yahoos are out of this world
With no correlation to reality
“We the people” was a great new idea
Though it surely dates back to antiquity
The patsies we are, we go with the flow
Don't rock the boat that's for sure
If only someone would stand up and yell
“We ain't gonna take it no more!”
At eighty-eight not too many to go
Won't waste my remaining breath
Conserve it for much more important stuff
Like cheering the Yankees till death
Some say aliens inhabited the earth
Before humans originally appeared
Wish I could journey back to those times
But that ain't gonna happen I fear
"properly dressed"
if ever you wonder if there is a dress code
thinking of this will lead fast to overload
conserve energy for more important things
take yourself your heart and love too
in return I'll be ready waiting for you
with open arms holding passion to last
our pact stands wear jammies you like most
in high fashion and more to love we'll toast
celebrating concepts of being properly dressed
SkyWatcher
08-31-23
We mortals have eyes to see,
ears to hear, noses to smell,
and abilities to feel and taste.
Under normal circumstances, we are
blessed with these senses at birth.
After birth, things go rapidly relative.
A pessimist sees a glass half empty of water.
There is no rain and the wells are running dry.
Soon, there will be no water for us to drink.
An optimist sees a glass half full of water.
We are overdue, and any day now, it will rain!
There will be plenty of water to survive and thrive!!
A REALIST sees a glass with a certain amount of drinking water.
It may or may not rain. So, we must prepare for possible pain,
conserve the water we have, and develop a plan of distribution.
This is something we are not able to maintain these days,
Fancy feelings are in each step in vivid quantity;
Fresh air, fresh stream water, and fresh food are stopped from all ways,
Junk food products have come out with all their moronity...!
When I meet a known merchant of quartz to shop, lo, he says:
When I ask him for pink and when he shows me green or red;
When he argues with logic that only 19/20, no? Anyways…!
How can a lover of quality, ever, go ahead...?
Colors, starch, and chalk powder have been mixed with rare spices,
With sincere hearts, we should accept our errors, sincerely;
The tamarinds our folks in the south waste want of prices,
I purchase at high prices in the north, indeed, queerly...!
Body and mind should be pure for quality to conserve,
Heart and soul should connect too and work with every new verve...!!!
Halogen hesitant glide incubates baskers
Hush worship horizontal, roasting rascals
Trust flail arms gleeful face of jack in box
Toast salt pepper toes opposed to office socks
Lopsided sway scintillates sea rolls repeat
Lumen seduce dons haughty top-hat heat
Haven from seasons, sunbathed succumb
Hourglass conserve curdles cold’s equilibrium
23rd June
Sultry Surfers Paradise
in unfelt Solstice
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