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We dream, with eyes that pierce the veil,
Hope paints a future, bright and hale.
Beyond horizons, dreams unfurl,
A tapestry for a transformed world.
We light the path, where shadows lie,
The human spirit, soaring high.
We are the power.
We teach, a lighthouse in the storm,
Kindling minds, keeping purpose warm.
Scientists delve in mystery's hold,
Biologists, chemists, stories unfold.
Earth's secrets whispered, physics ignite,
Building a future, bathed in reason's light.
We are the power.
We sing with colours, a vibrant display,
Artists ignite emotions, come what may.
Writers with ink, weave worlds unseen,
Truths in fiction, a shimmering sheen.
Musicians soar, with melodies' grace,
Stirring the soul, in this human space.
We are the power.
We heal with touch, a gentle art,
Doctors mend brokenness, a brand new start.
Psychologists navigate the mind's maze,
Guiding lost souls through wisdom's haze.
With empathy's hand, burdens we ease,
Cultivating hope for all to appease.
We are the power.
We build with steel, a future we transcend,
Engineers design, a world without end.
Computer minds craft digital ground,
Educators nurture, wisdom profound.
Economists weave, a tapestry grand,
Shaping a future, for every hand.
We are the builders, the dreamers, the guide,
Leaving our legacy, with purpose as our tide.
We are the power.
Say you're tired of it and be done with it
Say hello again to the pretend I know what I am doing
All I know is well I come say spacemen and other dimension guy
I saw you
I can swing on vines all day and I like bananas
I've been the monkey gentleman
Some freight-full moments of terror
I know to have never escaped fear no matter
If it's a chance to leave and nobody ever writes back
I saw you
In the church
Spacesuits and humble smiles sometimes a fair trial
Sometimes you me up and then shut down
It's your flight to other skies across the other side of what's the chance
The other side of Prodigy talking to a prodigy son
Leora
She lifted for me and lifted me
A trip to decide your most annoying trait
I don't know you and then after awhile
Would I know you
Leora
I could have been your friend for for ever
I should have studied chemistry
I may or may not have known some kitchen chemists
Let's just say acid burns and headaches from mushrooms
Get the gray and purple ones they all say
I say I like Leora
So I can trip all my life.Danger danger good dope
A mindful of energy
A separate reality
Get qualified set the scene
Once you know where you're going
You could be free to throw it all away
You could be Free.
Tamed again and again.
Then to met you're real self
In a trip of a trip
In the land of no regret
There was a long queue at the pharmacy.
It was not easy to wait in the summer heat.
The air conditioner could not cope enough.
The three young and comely chemists were efficient,
Still there were so many people waiting.
But I needed the medication, blast it.
Under the soft hum of fluorescent light,
the drugstore was too full.
The air smelt faintly of disinfectant,
Too clean for comfort.
Still the chemists worked hard and smiled.
Behind the counter,
Bottles and packets were chosen and packed.
The bells of the cash register chimed fast.
Sick people were served, some with an occasional cough.
Change was given, cards were swiped.
Finally, my turn arrived. I grimmed.
“Get me some arsenic. I’m tired of waiting.”
With a laugh, my friendly chemist
Handed me some pain killers.
“Have a nice day, my dear friend.”
I smiled, stuck my tongue out and dared the summer heat.
Robert Boyle
First latter-day chemist Robert Boyle,
never immune to laboratory toil,
practical laws on volume and pressure,
inherited as a science world treasure
Svante Arrhenius
The bright Swedish type named Arrhenius,
was renowned for his passionate genius,
in the physics and chemistry realm,
do his practical concepts still overwhelm
Dorothy Hodgkin
Nobel prize winner Dorothy Hodgkin,
her superior mind stoked invention,
advancing technique of x-rays,
biology structures forever amaze
Irene Joliot-Curie
Elder offspring of Marie-Curie,
whose breakthrough would stun a grand jury,
induced radiation, her husband and she,
bombarded a nucleus, grateful are we
Alice Ball
Proud nerve ailments sage Alice Ball,
whose leprosy tract I duly recall,
first African US Hawain school graduate,
awarded a master’s for “Method” immaculate
No one seemed to take much note at first.
Old-timers on park benches passed a comment or two,
Somebody wrote a letter to the local rag,
but no one (who mattered, that is)
really seemed to mind.
Of course, you will always have
your bellyachers and woolly romantics
with nothing better to do than whine
about the way things are going, -
the loss of bird life, the silenced dawn chorus,
the vanishing English hedgerow,
you know the sort of thing.
The leaves began falling long before autumn.
"Funny," they said, "curious," "that's one for the book."
This was all very interesting for botanists,
environmentalists, chemists and the like.
Such words as "pollution," "soil erosion"
and "deprivation" were bandied about,
but no one was much the wiser though
the experts were agreed on one point.
"Photosynthesis provides the basis of all life."
This was interesting but nothing like
as interesting as the favourite for Ascot,
the football results, the Top of the Pops,
the late night thriller or the FT index.
All that changed.
Foresters and timber merchants became concerned
about the decaying cores of many trees.
The government became concerned, too,
(not so much about the fate of the trees as such
as about the effect the scarcity of wood
was having on the paper industry and inflation).
Then the doom-watchers caught the scent
and there was talk of an imminent ecological collapse,
but the man in the street still
passed it all off as the usual load of rot.
Then Kew Gardens, Epping Forest, Central Park,
the Everglades and the Bois de Boulogne
went the way of all wood.
A tramp, locally known as Nat the Nut,
was found in the village cemetery gibbering,
Before being bundled into an ambulance,
he was heard to say:
"With these very ears I heard 'em groan,
and this is what one of 'em said:
'Tonight we are dying, yew and I,
and the morrow sees us dead.'
And the willows wept in the valleys
and the trees on the hills pined away."
When the harvest failed,
the church bells tolled
for a woe no man could gainsay,
for none doubted then the trees were lost
or held it was only they.
while soaring the heavenly heights
many hours ago
every major metropolis appeared
about a million miles below
the rarefied atmosphere
ideal composition beckoned angels,
who bustled, hustled, and jostled elbow
(which bedlam, flimflam, and mayhem
intimated Hells Bells)
wing trying (heavens to Betsy) to flag attention,
and snag coveted soundcloud Netherland Award
cap ping bulging port folio,
which hubbub charged crackled, popped,
snapped amidst light emitting diodes
with a snazzy aura, charisma
harp pulling, piping, and chiefly
paying praise (CI years post haste)
to William Henry Perkin
whose credit able karma
(and unwitting) claim to fame didst glow
purple, which jumpstarted incandescent halo
couture culture club, via constant comet inflow
of Plasmodia vaguely resembling microscopic red Jello
illuminating swath of dusky
shutter flying sky sustaining
self contained feedback instagram loop know
wing lee broadcasting mauveine staccato low
to the groundswell of chemists dyeing, Googling,
and gratefully huzzahing insinuating
killing, kindling kissing
malaria goodbye, an outlook
(nee a once in a lifetime moe
mint - je nais sais quoi) win out loud
respectably sedulous honoree, a no
bill sine qua non bit player aniline
(to conclude this short poem) about his oh
penning accidental discovery kickstarting pro
noun est contribution to the fashion industry.
This sudden warped concern for ampule,
the cruel force of world dictators,
these psychological taunt of the media,
Nescient chemists controlling our minds,
tycoons uttering lies in egoistic motives,
these pretentious drama of publicized jabs,
enhancing their personal ambition to rule,
these old prime ministers at the precipice,
unwilling to retire for greed,
frightened by the plague concocted in Wuhan,
confusing my will by their own fears.
conspirators accusing me of conspiracy,
invoking laws on their medium,
censoring opposing opinion,
These organized crimes against my will,
A cooked up opium rushed out of laboratory,
compelling a Police state devoid of volition,
mRNA coated codes, their Greek gift to save the world,
the same world they pass by in pain,
these tyrants suddenly more catholic than the Pope,
or civil than a civilian,
Liberty at the mercy of potentate,
silence all demanding,
The hysteria unending,
my trust for their kindness is zero.
He’s a broken leg performer with a crooked second act.
Went from Brooklyn to Las Vegas with his sarcasm intact.
Does a Smith and Wesson stand-up, voice as sweet as antifreeze.
Tells you how he lost his cherry to some hooker overseas.
They call him Mr. Sunshine.
He’s as salty as a used spittoon.
MCs the neon circus
Where he shines just like a plumber’s moon.
Doesn’t pander to his critics. Slanders movie stars for laughs
Wielding heavy-handed put-downs like the jawbone of an ass.
Always orders top shelf vintage; likes his girlfriends under-age.
He’s the truth behind those rumors they found bloodstains on the stage.
They call him Mr. Sunshine.
Claims a hammer as his only tool.
A shylock rooked his agent,
Left him face down in the swimming pool.
He’s a smoke and mirrors pundit; all his opinions are strong.
Pegs some yokel as a sucker and he slams him all night long.
Bet the house at Caesar’s Palace; he was shaken, never stirred.
God, I hope that pregnant widow didn’t take him at his word.
They call him Mr. Sunshine.
He’s as wholesome as a canker sore.
Don’t ever lend him money.
He’ll just blow it at the liquor store.
He’s a poster child for rehab at the bottom of a slump.
Tried to come back with a wisecrack when Aunt Sophie found a lump.
He insinuates his poison to the marrow of the bone.
He’ll be praying for an encore on the night he dies alone.
They call him Mr. Sunshine.
He’s as funny as a dry monsoon.
He isn’t Mr. Starbuck.
He’s just a prick with a sharp harpoon.
Did ya hear the one about those crazy corporate chemists?
They’ve crossed the ebola virus with e-coli bacteria.
It’s being marketed in West Africa by Monsanto as Ebo Cola!
II.
Carmen had no other family left,
and said,”I guess I can give it a try.”
Her mother beamed. “I live in Miami,
I’ll pay for some movers to come by!”
That was how Carmen found herself living
in the guest home of her mother’s mansion,
it was almost as large as her old house,
but was much more ornate and well-done.
The first day Fileena was hugs and smiles,
she helped Carmen unpack all her things,
before she left, she said,”I’m so excited!
Tomorrow I’ll show you where you’re working!”
When morning came they drove down in a Benz,
Carmen expected to see a large office,
but Fileena pulled up to an aging warehouse,
said,”Doesn’t look like much, but here it is.”
Inside they passed stacks of packaged powder
as they walked to her mom’s office suite,
Carmen said,”Mom, what do you do here?”
Fileena said,”Isn’t is obvious, sweety?
“Not an ounce of product passes this town
without first being shunted my way,
and given how this country is going
it’ll be legalized one of these days.
“That’s what I intend to pass on to you,
when the time comes for me to retire,
you’ll want for nothing, the riches you’ll have,
most people for their whole lives just aspire.”
Carmen said,”This is a lot to take in…
it’s all come as such a big surprise.
Can I maybe go home and think about it?”
Said Fileena,”Sure hon, take your time.”
Carmen did not go straight to the guest house,
she spent hours wandering about to think
about her few choices, the gravity of it all…
should she go along, or call the precinct?
She puzzled over it a great deal that day,
weighing her situation and her hopes,
she went to the mansion early the next morn,
said,”Mom, I want you to show me the ropes.”
Fileena smiled, and they spent the whole day
moving around the warehouse on a tour,
half-way through said Fileena,”In coming years,
I’m going to teach you about so much more.”
Carmen saw everything she need to,
she saw the basement where the product was made,
saw the chemists hired by Fileena
to specialize the drugs by their grades.
She saw the dealers as they came in,
to give Fileena her cut, and resupply,
she even met the thugs who reminded folks
that to cheat Fileena was to die.
the High Honor
"boulé de tout fort"
or
"le coq d'une fort"
Early chemists hoped to turn abundant lead into precious gold. But differences in proton number between the elements (82 for lead and 79 for gold) made that impossible by chemical means.Leocadio Isidro Fidencio Eulalio.(Capsicum chinense) and milk goes hand in hand.(Solanaceae), a seriously heated discussion: she compared the heat of smelting to the heat of the peppers.
Only minuscule amounts of gold: the processes are expensive! Maybe there’d be a ghost sighting. Doubtful one spoke. They hide gold here in the 1800's. People dressed up like ghost to scare people away. Even the Native's and Spanish settlers used these practices to keep people away while they were looking for the lost gold treasures. They tried to get me to think this long name was one person but I believe this is four people. Four Knumbskulls out in my garden taking my peppers and messing around with my uninspiring wife. This or should I say these jerks were talking about turning lead into gold.why did they include the peppers? We don't know. Atom Smashing at light speed. These were discussed using words to inspire. They lacked understanding to many listening.Methods of subterfuge. They used movie tactics with special effects to create a real life like erriness.
Specters meant to frighten the locals from venturing out at night. I called for pizza and they said we don't deliver there anymore. Two weeks later were that pizza man: they changed the story or they tryna fool me! I heard they tried to fool the locals by wearing those invisible cloaking gowns. The guy would be in the box trucks. They put micro phones in the rocks. They used scarey music to sound like something scary. “Applying this technology to clothing could make an individual effectively ‘invisible": said the Professor. who seemed over eagerly involved.And of course they used "the theremin". to scare the devish-meaness outta people. "I want the gold for my selfish self" we heard them agree to this! Said the Folk that were spying on these people.