Long Isolate Poems
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i ran from all my troubles i ran to hide all my fears
i ran to be rid of this anger i ran to shed my tears
bottled up inside me the hate for all my foes
locked up inside this small dark room where only the anger grows
crucified by society on jesus's i am the thorn
i didnt ask for this way of life i didnt ask to be born
"our father who art in heaven hallow be thy name "
i prayed to you for forgiveness but what did i gain
have i found someone to love me have i found someone to care
i prayed to god in my time of need but our lord wasnt there
and so i walk these streets at night i walk down by the dock
lost inside these thoughts of mine i fall over a rock
i curse the name of everyone its everone i hate
to end up a lonley bitter man seems to be my fate
to walk the path of many men to throw my life away
hello depression my old friend are you here to stay ?
isolate myself from the world ignoring all my phone calls
no one understands my pain no one but these four walls
so my friends whos reads this do the best in all you do
cos no one likes to be second best
no one does DO YOU?
Form:
The year was nineteen sixty nine
the 18th of December
My baby boy ~ my son was born
A day I'll always remember
But on this day eight weeks ago
My dearest son I loved him so
My darling boy just 49
He was the only child of mine
So cruelly taken
So sudden
So cruelly taken
So fast
On the 18th of October
On this very day
the day he passed
not knowing it would be his last
Unable to accept this
I can't believe he’s gone
For to see your son go first
Well really this should never be
I have been here for so long
therefore it really should be me
It breaks my heart to know
that I may not see him again
And I truly know for sure
my life will never be the same
Now as Christmas Eve gets closer
I just want to hide away
For to isolate myself from
all the joy on Christmas day
And if only I can have one wish
To see him once again
To hold him close
To see his smile
To reminisce just for a while…
When he returns from whence he came
my life will never be the same
Written 18th December 2019 - Sleep well my son...
I married him not to change him, but because I loved him
Never dreaming he was marrying me for another reason
I wants to mold me into another person, a sixties housewife
I did not marry a house; I married him. I kick and scream.
He is shocked at my refusal to not be me.
I run down the streets screaming my truth, hoping to escape.
Wishing for approval, not notoriety, but at least acceptance.
It is not to be. He has been here first, and he is persuasive.
A Gemini, charming, a wolf in sheep’s clothing who has gained trust.
He has me, I am his captive, but I go into it shrieking!
He has chosen my clothes, and lays out my day – in order.
He is totally not the man I thought I was getting; I am shocked.
I begin to shut down, maybe because I have already been isolated.
It is the first thing an abuser does. They isolate you through intimidation.
I do not like to see his pouty face or raised hand. I go into this whimpering.
I used to have a successful business, a computer, a cell phone.
I have none of these things now – just petticoats and aprons, lacy lingerie.
He is training me to be the woman he wanted, not woman I thought he loved.
I am shrieking and screaming and wailing and keening but silently.
Because I am terrified of the monster I have married.
Don't give me no Wackaboob
Don't give me no MotherSmother
Telling me to isolate,
Don't make me your brother!
From HMG to the H To the M to the R to the C
I'm packing my P60,
So you can't audit me
Ain't filing no returns
I'm not paying VAT
Who you calling non Dom
Cummings ain't my cup of tea.
Boris on Lockdown
Rishi broke the bank
Can't get into ASDA
I'm going to get a tank
For my homies
Too late to get away now,
No planes,
no trains,
not playing no games
Ain't never going to back down
Government's going to pay my tent
Before they start the crackdown.
So.............
Don't gimme no Wackaboob
Don't gimme no MotherSmother
If we all isolate
Can we still love each other?
We are the Mother's mothers
Our choice to Wackaboob,
It's time to isolate,
So we don't lose one another.
Sisters on furlough
About time our truth was spoke
Do we want to go back to
the madness and the smoke
Of pollution choking all our kids
Working 3 gigs to survive
And you want to call that woke?
Soldiers on the corner
Doing county lines
Sell your sister for a ten bag
But the Feds don't want to know
They've got the 'rona *****
Wanna check if your buying wrongbow
Or sunbathing in the park
Gotta be a loner,
We're all just flying solo
So....
We are the Mother's mothers
Just have to Wackaboob,
Corona's here to stay
So one way or another
give up our dreams and say
We will protect our brothers
Conversion to Boric Acid
Dissolve borax in hot water.
Add a strong acid like hydrochloric acid or sulfuric acid.
Cool the mixture to precipitate and filter out pure boric acid crystals.
Dehydration to Boron Trioxide
Heat the isolated boric acid above 530°C.
The heat drives off water vapor, decomposing the acid into boron trioxide (
).
Grind the resulting boron trioxide into a fine powder.
Reduction to Elemental Boron
The final phase involves a chemical reduction where the oxygen is removed from the boron trioxide to isolate the elemental boron. In laboratory settings, a reducing agent like magnesium is often used because of its high reactivity.
This specific stage involves significant physical and chemical hazards:
High-Temperature Reactions: The reduction is highly exothermic (releasing intense heat) and is often described as a thermite-type reaction. These reactions can reach temperatures that cause standard containers to fail or shatter.
Chemical Byproducts: The process produces various byproducts, such as magnesium oxide and potentially hazardous gases, which require specialized chemical washing and filtration in a controlled environment to safely manage.
Impurity Risks: Extracting high-purity boron outside of industrial facilities is extremely difficult, often resulting in amorphous mixtures or magnesium-boron compounds rather than pure elemental crystals.
It is highly stable
non radioactive
isotope of boron
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"A collaberation of sorts
must we never give up what
we are greatest at
creating and recreating
successful templetes of
modern effeincy!"
Professor Egmious Swaggeler
at Delgrin University
in Dell City Tx.
Speaking of
mass commercialization of direct
energy conversion, decentralized
micro-generators
, and cheap water desalination
Pangs of loneliness isolate your heart,
leaving you feeling crestfallen and low.
And as yesterday fades, dreams drift apart,
merging with the shadows of tomorrow.
Depression curbs any reason to smile;
you begin to believe that you're a misfit.
And self-pity leaves you feeling hostile,
though it's not something you care to admit.
Lacking self-confidence feeds frustration,
while forced to walk anxiety's tightrope.
And tears add to your humiliation,
washing away the last remnants of hope.
But in the tone of a friendly hello,
through tears, you catch a glimpse of a rainbow.
The trouble with touch
Is wanting too much
Finger tips tingling
Trite hearts signaling
Your space in-between
Where feelings are seen
If taken one day
You lose your own way
The rush of desire
An embrace on fire
Sparks of connection
Human convection
As all isolate
Some suffer cruel fate
More virus distress
Of touchless duress
Sharing a fresh start
By staying apart
Resisting to touch
Now saves lives as such
Distancing does work
Recovery shall perk
Resources will align
When all forces combine
The best way to touch
Comes through in the clutch
All's said and done
Our world can be one
Mirror you kept inside of me
Your face I slept with me
Smiles you brought for me
Your love I painted as me
I can hear your thoughts
and I'm always beside you
I can sense your emotions
and I'm always near you
You don't see me
but you believe in me
You think I'm always around
but never see me
I come and go faster than you
and never late before you
Isolate yourself
and I can never reach you
I can penetrate,
only if you let me through
I can be warm or cold
always young, not old
To caress you each day
is what I always pray
I will always breathe for you
the way you breathe for me
I will only stop loving you
if you cease believing in me
I don't use words when I speak
Only weather sends signs, either low or at my peak
To keep you mine all day and night
I'm the ghost in you with might
Your life, my soul I keep
Your soul, my spirit so deep!
I wander alone
On this dark, dark night
And dream of love
My guiding light
Seeking that life
Of two minds set as one,
A fated existence
An emptiness gone
Countless miles elapsed
And in barren surrounds
Where most cannot live
And others go unfound
Yet even through
The thick hazy gloom
I can sense your longing
Your love in bloom
And
a thousand miles
Of this desolate terrain
Could not isolate
Our love enchained
Oh, my lightened heart
Glistening with hope
It keeps me moving
Along this slumbering slope
To where we belong
A contented existence
Where dreams are felt
A warming presence
Of burgeoning love
That will not fade
Not even when deaths’
Lonely call is made
Whether troubles or pain
Do try to intrude
They will not be more
Than a brief interlude
To this complete happiness
For which fate holds the key;
Our two hearts bonded
Our love finally set free
So I wander alone
On this dark, dark night
And dream of love
My guiding light
A lonely place
A deep black hole
A bottomless chasm ~ I fall
There is no air
I cannot breathe
My heart
My soul
In deep despair
My deepest thoughts
I cannot share
I isolate inside
A place to cry
A place to hide
I wear a mask
In case I’m asked
‘Are you okay’
‘Yes fine’ I say
My heart
My soul
In deep despair
All alone inside my grief
I cannot burden others
They shalt not know just how it feels
I pray they never will
Each day I try to carry on
But it’s so hard
Now you have gone
My heart
My soul
In deep despair…
A sunny day
A Friday
Your soul soared high
I felt it pass
So sudden ~ So fast
‘Why’ I asked
~ No time to even say goodbye ~
Written 1st August 2020
Contest Strand Completely New 16
Sponsor Brian Strand
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