Long Coolant Poems

On those dark, winter evenings, when the frost tinged wind burns your skin with each weak sputtering breath, I find myself longing for a crisp walk along the shore. 
Sand, not yet touched on this...

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“Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate", most frequently translated as "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here". A. Dante, 14th century Italian poet

They sway the power over mere mortals
They drop the words that cannot be appealed
Gods...

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It is not a sliver shame, that I have never felt what it feels like to dance along with the coldest feelings of winter, or  holiday away with the warmest summer breezing, or either...

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Originating, like crystal drops, from Gaumukh glaciers,
Colorless, like frank-innocence, later, gleams and glitters;
Mingled with Bhagirathi; melt in Alaknanda, great,
Flows flawlessly as though baiting and defeating the fate...

Vishnu, the supreme, in his dwarf Brahman incarnation,
Took two...

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Bronzed babe
Bathroom mirror
Naked stance
Like a sexual pillar
 
Breasts firm 
Toned skin
Groomed heaven
Petite and trim
 
Her loving man
Stripped and strong
Embraces his girl
Manhood long
 
Ears licked
Nape kissed
Bodies pressed
Breasts caressed
 
He parts her legs
As he hardens between
Her loving...

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Understanding like respect can be earned,
It is a classless, fool less image to be worn.
You can learn understanding but never teach,
I am smitten with your understanding of all things.
  
Feel it surging with the...

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Sitting here in rush hour I moan and sigh
Horn’s honk, engine’s rev, a Monday to miss
Birds whooshing overhead as time ticks by
When from below I hear a squealing hiss
The tire! Is murphy's law to blame...

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I SHALL RISE

Who said when you brush me aside,
I'll not gather my gusts and form a tempest of ascent?
Who said when you cast me away,
I won't spray the aroma of my breath upon your palm?
Who...

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Oil Change 
I’m not a poet never was, but I like to tell stories 
Most of the stories are for my inner ear, 
But for some reason my collections are called poetry.
I’m a practical chap,...

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An Autumn thrill of red atop a bed of crimson leaves 
a rustic mitted October sweetened by coolant scents 
five dormant branches beneath a canopied heaven 
respiring with the memory of lingering summers past 

a...

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HARMLESS WASTE
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Transuranium Elements
Sound is Produced when something
vibrates. Shockwaves in
the surrounding area.

toroidal and poloidal
magnetic fields.
Vacuum vassal, plasma
chamber
torus shaped
tokamak.
blanket system
coolant system
diagnosis
Plasma
Cryogenics
neutrons released from fission
two or more atoms
are forced together
to form a singular more heavy
nucleus
magnetic fields and lasers
after...

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DRIVE

A day to drive,
Coolant sunned,
Last leaves scattered,
On a pedal-fly, 
Ignition lust,
On mother-piston,
Pointed beams like bone fingers,
I sit upright alone,
Dark storm racing,
Lightening spoken to.
Weary of the voric-tendonces,
The telly I left,
From Demille's close-ups,
Of Towers steel rain,
Hand holding...

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A day to drive,
Coolant sunned,
Last leaves scattered,
On a pedal-fly, 
Ignition lust,
On mother-piston,
Pointed beams like bone fingers,
I sit upright alone,
Dark storm racing,
Lightening spoken to.
Weary of the voric-tendonces,
The telly I left,
From Demille's close-ups,
Of Towers steel rain,
Hand holding...

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It's through lot of pain and hardwork,
Using lathe machine to do metalwork,
Struggles in doing all the piece work,
The individual work and group work,
Before the product gets a trademark.

Day in day out we advance our skills,
As...

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