A rustling of digital leaves
in the binary breeze.
Odd fractals of ones and zeros
crash in waves of a subliminal sea.
Rotations of carbon and nanowires
collecting in my shadow.
Ghost of man-made reality
in matrices of ions.
The light of a binary universe in transit.
Coils of cool light drifting
through my Silicon Soul.
A leaf curves and descends
into decaying isotopes.
I feel the event horizon
of god’s information overload.
A rustling of skeletal circuitry
in a binary breeze.
All is not what it seems: odd filaments
of nanites and nanoseconds.
Feeling the rush of cold
in a binary breeze along subliminal seas.
Categories:
isotopes, allegory, analogy, god, imagery,
Form: Rhyme
Isotopes of a larger part
Extractions or
Variants isolated to its
Purity
Clustered to fuss and
Burst or reburst into a
Larger reaction
Each moment of a second is
Then equal from end to end
Moreso that its stability to
endure can be made safe for
the sake of endurance
To make regular usage of
What could be be
From the position of improvement
Advancing and duplicating what has
Been advanced to create a source of
reliable power, from the simplicity of
Science.
Facts to forward the advancement of
a stable source. Elongating what has been
done to reap the benefits of its possibly.
Fusion to make one second into 60 in a safe
and productive manner!
Categories:
isotopes, science,
Form: Bio
Hurricanes twirl like a kaleidoscope,
chaotic fragments crash in pewter sky,
perpetual unstable isotopes
create apocalypse on land once dry.
Cacophony of wind does shear the hope
to quell hysteria in waters high.
The spiraled carnage in the wind does fly
outside the hollow of an evil eye.
Categories:
isotopes, rain, weather, wind,
Form: Ottava rima
Hope is the notion
to swim across the ocean
and pray you won't drown
when it gets thick and brown
Hope is that dope
that get you hooked
when you're goose is cooked
and you’re up against the ropes
Hope things are going well and
Hope we won't panic
I've got my beachfront land
And the best seat on the Titanic!
Hope I get paid
hope I get laid
Hope we get to grope
In the cool grassy shade
Hope I don't mope
If she says nope
Hope for no isotopes
In my cantaloupe
Hope for one, hope for two
hoping is the dopiest thing to do
Hope, I sure hope we don’t get screwed
Mostly I hope there’s hope for you
You hope to God
hope to Hope
Hope the Pope
doesn't rope-a-dope
Hope in one hand, whizz in the other
hope that other hand
ain’t the last strand
of your brother
Hope is what you’re smoking
Hope is what you’re shooting
Hope is what you’re doing
When you should be executing
Hope you have a plan
Hope you follow through
Hope you’re the (wo-)man
Who doesn’t hope in lieu
Hope your slope is up
Hope your time is long
Hope you fill your cup
Hope you finish strong
8/16/16
Categories:
isotopes, hope, satire,
Form: Rhyme
Beside Every Iridescent Node Grows
Beauty, Eyeing, Instigating, Nodding Gracefully.
Bounty Energizes Inundating Nascent Growth.
Brilliant Emerald Ignites Newborn Grains.
Bathers Each In Nuance Gather.
Beyond Eternity, Infinite Night Gropes.
Beside Emerging Isotopes Nonchalantly Grasping
Bottle-necked Entities In Nature’s Great
Beneficence Engages Ideology's Non-sequitur
Givers.
Bare endings. Idols Neglected Gape.
Basking Ecclesiastic Idiosyncrasies Nascent Glow.
Because Each Idol Names Great
Beauty. Effigies, Itinerant Namesakes, Grin.
Beside Each, I Narcissus' Grow.
being being being being being being being
First Published in Femmewise Cat
Categories:
isotopes, life,
Form: Verse
He is classed among metals yet he`s not,
To be looked down upon this he fought,
His affection and passion for the halogens
Is rare and strong like human antigens,
He pairs with helium to form the shinning star,
Which illuminates the earth from afar ,
He`s divided into three parts known as isotopes,
But exists in one state only without allotropes,
I fear him for his weapon of mass destruction,
Which makes cities desolate,bringing down construction,
He`s the lightest and his breath used to propel rockets,
Which has made money to enter many pockets,
He should be handled with care for he`s flammable,
Yet, he is soft, accommodating and amiable.
CONTEST:"Periodic table Of Elements" sponsored by Anthony Slausen.
Categories:
isotopes, analogy, education,
Form: Rhyme
blue skies long boats
trees withstanding wheels with ropes
standing there watching with hope
that it doesnt choke
as it dangles around its neck like a jacket on a cloak
jump in the blue sea and float
my freinds atoms and isotopes
give me the antidote as bubbles rise to make h20
water are you my freind or my foe
as im deep under i flap my hands up up and away i go....
Categories:
isotopes, adventure
Form: Dramatic Verse
This chain of rusted iron and fallen tears is strung together,
forged of poorly tempered links,
cast into the water untimely,
the choices called to account.
There is no jury for decision,
no panel for propriety or loyalty,
and that metal is riddled with holes throughout,
holes that hold steady between the weak iron,
holes which time will fade.
Oxidation slowly burns away this tepid and unfocused purpose,
obliterating importance and leaving nothing but red, or green dust.
A corpse of what poor choices that were made,
left for the isotopes to feed on,
which they do.
Where the rock is king.
And the earth beneath it all is always laughing,
laughing at our fear of silicate embrace,
the love we have for our belligerant air;
So here we burn together,
here we rust and wilt away, petals to the barren ground.
we blow away...
Where the rock is king.
Categories:
isotopes, time
Form: Free verse
The World
is in a precarious position
Filling the Air
with Nuclear balloons
popping over there
Pyongyang
Iran
in one corner of the ring
The United States(with Missile silos as well)
at the opposite end,ready to defend and also kill
Mother Nature
Children
Mothers&grandparents
Watching helplessly on the sidelines
Gazing upon center stage
Two Heavyweights are ready to display their "Atom" rage
Some newlyweds sipping tea
One final gulp before drowning to sea
Head first,in order to avoid
Isotopes(radioactive)that are surely annoyed
The President,putting the BUTTON near his bed
If worse comes to fruition,it will Strike THEM on the Head
When the Sandman devours
Including The Earth Super Powers
Our Garden will be gone
No Eden,only dust..where there used to be Flowers
Our Time is up
Without a moment ..
to partake from His cup
Leaves
Trees
Windmills
Summer Time Breeze
Lifeless today as the Machinery is a total disarray
After reading this..
A chill will you feel
Because it is not fantasy nor fiction
A reality that could,someday,be an apocalypse REAL
Categories:
isotopes, death, time,
Form: Epitaph