Water equals life.
My greatest fear is drowning.
But, in it I breathe.
The Ballad of H2O (International Version)
He reached his boiling point at one hundred degrees.
When he dropped to zero, he would freeze.
Everything he did, he did just like he oughter,
(in Centigrade) - that's water!
The Ballad of H2O (US Version)
Arriving at two-twelve Fahrenheit,
his roiling bubbles gave steaming flight,
but descending South to thirty-two,
he froze in his tracks. What could he do?
There's a water shortage in countries,
especially where there's strife,
and air conditioning is needed,
to lead a pleasant life.
We also have bone-dry Bermuda
where, except for 5" monthly rainfall,
collected in cisterns or brought by tanker ship,
there's no water to be had at all.
Attempting to inform the people in power,
an endeavour which failed of course,
what every island AC emits,
and it's their free drinking source.
As AC units create water naturally,
on average 5 to 20 gallons
of condensate per day,
producing H2O from humidity,
it's a crime to let it waste away.
It may be but a drop in the bucket,
and yet, place a clean container,
when the unit is switched on,
to collect the drips
of distilled water, safe to imbibe,
below the condensation drain,
and you may have a million sips
again and again and again.
I'm more watery than women
under the skin
altho' my body's composed
of 6 chemical elements within
and all that remains
to go with the flow
is approx. 60% H2O
and the gravity of the situation maintains
if I stand
on my head or hands
or do cartwheels
(head under heels)
(tho' I prob'ly shouldn't oughta)
on the cranium I'll have water
(hydrocephalus)
then again who knows
how else would I experience
some of those
cerebrum faves
alpha beta delta theta
brain-storming waves
H O
2
Unity Temperance
receptive
*Written out like the formula
Come to me..
And I will quench.
Umbrella free..
And I will drench.
Fill your rivers..
Every one.
Morning grass..
I rest upon.
Cut the rock
In Canyon Grand.
Cool you as
Your skin is fanned..
Descend to earth
As sad clouds cry,
Restore the arid
Desert, dry.
I feed each seedling
Help them grow..
Science spells me
Two H, one O
I shift with ease
From glass, to sky
Can drip or run
No captive, I
I fill you up
In dust you'll rest.
It's life I bring
I am the best..
A timeless presence;
A pool, so balmy..
Respect me though.
I am tsunami
From dinosaur
To new born babe,
I never leave..
Despite the grave.
On Earth I'm gold.
A gift, you see..
My value is
Polutant-free
The greatest solvent
Of them all..
Mix mortar for
The strongest wall..
I lubricate
The thirsty tongue,
I wet the whistler's
Tuneful song
Creator's brush
On canvas white.
A thousand words
With ink I write..
So treat me well
And you will find
To planet home
I will be kind..
Reflect and twinkle
In your eyes.
Rescuing souls
As I baptise..
A miracle of nature
Me.
Reminding of
The Trinity.
Jinjagoliath
15th October 2022
When tempted by carcinogens
~ imbibe oxygen and hydrogen
soft rain revives like
liquid gold but tsunami
annihilates life
5/7/5 syllables
Written 12th June 2019
Premier
Contest Name: MagiCicada 13 or 17
Sponsor: Maureen McGreavy
24 May 2020
Contest Brian's Choice T
Sponsor Brian Strand
2nd PLACE
H2o, showers does cause colorful flowers on earth to greatly bloom
It is on the atomic table: this of 2 hydrogen atoms and 1 oxygen
It being the transportation medium for all nutrients needed
Vital for all living cells absorbing their daily organic sustenance
H2o, in fruits juicy gushing gushers are oranges and watermelons
It assist us with our hygienic health and cleanses clothes
There in the sea we can do swimming, snorkeling and surfing
Grapes, of red and white wine fluids facilitate taste bud pleasure
H2o, in a human’s body is about 65%; that is liquid water
Steam vapors are in turbines and in steamboats and ship generators
Rains at cold temps produce unique snowflakes that falls to earth
Rivers and lake reservoirs are fresh water access and storage
H2o, in life, love, living and leisure, all is connected
Recommended is the drinking of it at eight ounces per daily usage
Medicines and milk and mangos all contain this wonderful substance
This transparent, pure, refreshing, and very much liked and is needed
A dedicated ode to “the gloriously created and greatly used H2O
Shinning shimmering glare
Strikes my eyes as the sun
Crystallizes your flow.
How you came about
Is still uncertain,
We may never know.
Oh mother of Earth,
Nothing is possible
If you don’t run.
Who would have thought,
A combination of 3 atoms
Is what keeps us alive?
Regardless of its form,
Solid, liquid or gas
We have it all around.
Nothing is eternal,
And just as it appeared
It can vanish at any time.
Future generations march,
Thirsty in body soul and heart
All yearning for a drop.
What will we do,
When all we have
Is oxygen and hydrogen apart?
It’s now up to you,
My reader,
I already made the ode to H2O.
-Inactive Volcano
in spring is liquid
winter is ice autumn mists
in summer it rains
Last week was so hot
I said to my mate
" It would invigorate us
to get out of this heat.
Let's procure the
requisite costumes
And head to the lake."
Best bring hydration
in the form of some beers.
I've never seen a summer
as stinking hot as this
in all of my years.
There's been no form
of precipitation to
bring us some cheer.
But when we reached
our destination the
lake was impermeable.
Crusted over with salt
due to crystallization.
Tired out from our journey
and sweating to boot.
we drank up our beers.
and didn't give a hoot!
Water, Water, H2O
Clean my body, Clean my Soul
Take the H2 from the O
Light a match and watch me go!
Theoretically clean fuel
Can be produced from natural water
For example the chemical reactions are
H2O+CO2 = H2+O2+CO
H2O+CO = H2+CO2
There will be a wind sucking machine
With filter to collect CO2
From the atmosphere
Its net output will be
H2, O2 and CO2
Thus the amount of CO2
Will remain unchanged
In the atmosphere
What we can dream we can achieve
Humans are here to win and live
kind of straight forward is always crooked.
Empty water bottles with painted cumulus
fluffy clouds on the wrapper.
wandering aimless and empty,
once filled with chloride redemption.
you know you can buy them two for a dollar.
just like the old hebrew corndogs sold
down the street at the seven eleven.
better get in line and throw in a six
pack of olympia dry.
just remember sometimes crooked is never straight.
driving with one hand on the wheel the other
searching along the floorboard.
the clank of clutter when the bottles pile up.
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