Chagisite or helium3
mined for the future of
the World. Poor people
grunted hearing the report
while the wealthy
smiled and had dreams of
extraction
and manufacturing
"his smile was so wide
it made a noise"
2 protons and one neutron.
asphyxiant potental in the energy field
radioactive isotope is ideal fuel for the
operation of a fusion reactor
fusing helium-3 with deuterium.
"burst of energy
to power reactors
reactors to move and create energy!"
Houtermans and Rutherford
Sceince of creation
dynamics, phrasing and articulation
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Categories:
isotope, adventure, business, environment, language,
Form: Bio
Writing a poem with only my thumbs
Opposable digits are A-number one
Will autocorrect fix the words I write wrong?
Not all words are lucky as I coax them along
My phone keyboard clicking as I’m typing the words
Now back to correct my fast-thumb-spelling turds
How long can I go with these poor thumbs of mine?
Most likely for hours, they’re typing sublime-ly
For they are the only thing in-shape on me
Covid has made my waist grow large times three!
For my thumbs are as sleek as an antelope
Compared to my waist, more a cantaloupe
The rhyme meter changed like an isotope
A variant bridge like a song I wrote
But back to the meter my thumbs they did strive
Worried I might go along for a drive
Now I will end this, my thumb-written poem
And hope you enjoyed it since it isn’t a tome
--All my writings are at mraymus.medium.com
Categories:
isotope, funny,
Form: Rhyme
A dormouse in a field bucket is very very happy. Such important information gained from the stale water and a legal beetle is buzzing in a furry pair of trousers. Oh look the leap of leaves. Bumping into a glamorous mermaid in an ocean scene. But scent of scenarios are not very scenic. And glowing goblets grabbing giblets is entertaining and exciting. Exotic playing pea pies are waving in a jelly cake. Whilst a radioactive isotope is kicking around in a jar. A pea pod could often resemble the face of a horse. But horseshoes could never resemble restricted fibreglass blankets. Hahahaha bin ban bomb *** hahahaha and a fruit singing to a sofa. Hahahaha charismatically xxxx
Categories:
isotope, absence, appreciation,
Form: I do not know?
Ribbed and fusiform deluxe
Is it tuxedo or a tux?
Hairless or ruggose
Gregarious or almost comatose
Everyone with empty can in hand
Unforgiving, are they living?
Too silicified they boast
Their gazing fossilized near all in sight
But they didn’t gain an inch in height
Behind fine textured looks lurks bitterness
The killer of the fairest fair
It’s blackness hidden in the lair
Striking out to bite the air
Billowing with fuzzy fluff
They never seem to get enough
Calloused, wrinkled working hands
Nothing fills their empty cans
Forgiving fills with life again
An ending of disease and sin
Livid living, unforgiving killer of the fair
Destroy the beastly thorny lair
Simply giving soft forgiving
The door a killing isotope was closed
Forgiveness, living life’s repose
Categories:
isotope, forgiveness,
Form: Rhyme
ELEMENTAL DESIGN
Hydrogen to Helium
A fusion formed by gravity
A carbon-based delirium
Molecularly infinite energy
An ancient discipline known as alchemy
We’re consciousness - the explosion - amorous
We dream of gold from lead and mercury
Fueled reaction in copper with phosphorus
A universal age of prosperity
Bismuth bath. Deficient of iron and zinc
Astronautic laugh – last shine of hope
Nuclear decay –enlightened way – elemental - instinct
Scientific – logical clay – gaseous isotope.
The fluoride, we drink?
Humanity on the pivotal brink
The edge, a precipice.
Lanthanides and actinides
Metals and mysteries.
Shrink down to atomic scale
Our intellect – an accelerated history
Reality?
A holographic projection
Radioactive expansion
A gravitational trajectory
Inertia
Precious pavonine pearl
Our planet, our world.
A place all our elements may inhabit
Terrestrially unique. Diverse and intelligent
The push of inertia
The pull of gravity
The spin of an atom
The spin of our galaxy.
The end.
(written for the periodic table of elements poetry contest) 12-12-14
Categories:
isotope, heaven, moon, science, science
Form: Free verse
spin the lamp all the way down,
lay low the polio eradic skyline.
down to where beds exit through
lime hollow eyelids.
saint isotope on a pillowcase full
of bright neurons.
the mineral vertebrates standing
upright in the name of science shuffle
like ghost in florescent gowns.
a quick flutter of the eyelash and the
spirit returns to liquid.
microwave membranes lying on soft satin,
buzzing radon hewn pixels.
they float like tangerine slices in orange jellow.
strange apron grandmother for a god.
chernobol piety.... long robed orthodox priest
wandering through octane green forest nights.
Categories:
isotope, allegory, places, grandmother,
Form: Blank verse
What I find pointless are some words we speak
Like isotope, calamity and wretch
Wandering through a meadow of steel
I see the cold field outstretch.
And upon the bottom of the left side’s right
The top begins to bend
A sight so ghastly, grisly and pure
That no one could portend
When the clock tics slowly to 25 o’clock
When the seas’ waves crash no more
Against the November rainy sky
The ground will hit the floor
And resound around, around and around
‘Til there is no sound in the dell
And the spiky clouds swell high in to the sky
Through the heart of the pimpernel
So the reason without scorn
And the thought without a glance
To the occasion, rise to meet the ire
Expressing words that are absurd
They interrupt the blubbered bird
To the point where it begins to sound dire
But don’t you fret or worry
for the answer you will find
is in the meaning of the words left yet to speak
And if less is to the point then the point is to the less
And the very meaning changes, oh mystique!
Categories:
isotope, imagination, on writing and
Form: Free verse
What is thy duty
Where is thy service
An eagle’s chance
Oh, I would give
This right arm
To drink of
This goblet, but
One sweet
Night
To gain
This isotope
Of love
Categories:
isotope, imagination
Form: Free verse
The heaviest isotope of hydrogen,
It has one proton, two neutrons,
And one electron.
If you forget the mass number is three,
Use the prefix tri
You’ll remember the mass,
And the chemistry test you’ll pass.
Categories:
isotope, education, children, school, science
Form: Rhyme
It’s another isotope of hydrogen.
The mass number is two.
It has one proton, one neutron,
And one electron.
If you forget the mass number,
Of deuterium.
Remember the prefix deut,
Means two.
This is my chemistry clue,
To you.
Categories:
isotope, education, children, life, science
Form: Rhyme
As our longing smolders, wrecked
by basics we can't correct,
faith's fruit rots whole from neglect.
Nil can cure this forlorn state
as I suffer death's debate,
each tortured whim shall stagnate.
Frosted inside, clutching hope
while sliding down psyche's slope
to rattle each isotope.
These energies I've rendered
realize care surrendered
far from promises tendered.
Yet, I won't fall degraded
by expectation jaded
inside vacuums, unaided,
ignoring noble meaning,
basking in visions, gleaning
sympathy intervening
once our spirit flies, leaving
behind gravity's heaving
fortunes once worth believing.
Swelling forces must mature
if reservoirs shall endure
to offer essence to cure.
Categories:
isotope, forgivenesslonging,
Form: Monorhyme
A single word is branded into the fresh snow in urine.
'Memoriam'
Over the crest of a barren hill covered in winter's dowry,
there is a brown form huddled over a burning tire,
shivering alone.
Curse this thing and the roundabout landscape he formed not in oils or watercolors,
but in reality
curse him.
He sketches himself so clever amongst all creatures
so chivalric
so noble and wise.
but there is no electric shaver here
no Ipod or toilet paper.
one would imagine he has not long to live.
Wait.
Wait just a minute now,
he has fashioned a sling, to hunt I presume.
Now a spear, how quaint.
And now he has a rifle.
And where does this glorious quest for fire lead?
It hardly matters.
Here he breathes and kills and breeds, here but for the gods themselves to see...
A broken man,
last child bred of a split isotope.
Categories:
isotope, science, science fiction
Form: Free verse