Long Minerals Poems
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Within the shadow of the crystal spires,
Where plains are painted by the frozen fires,
The field-logs track a monument of mass:
The heavy monarch of the golden grass.
Magnatropis vitreus is cataloged and known,
A living fusion of the quartz and bone,
A mountain walking on a six-fold frame
Of polished obsidian that no tool can tame.
Its segmented chassis, wide and heavily set,
Is wrapped in a translucent exoskeleton net,
A diamond-hard carapace, shimmering clear,
Through which its strange organs and vitals appear.
Its blood is a coolant of sapphire sheen,
Pulsing through valves that are easily seen,
While its eyes are bright clusters of compound gems—
Red ruby lenses on low-slung stems—
That do not track distance or predatory flight,
But map out the currents of deep quantum light,
Perceiving the drift of the space-time strand
As it sweeps through the grass of the perfect land.
Yet this titan of armor and crystalline skin
Is not built for malice, for war, or to win;
Its purpose is vital, a biological gear
That stabilizes the local biosphere.
Along its ribbed flanks, where the plates interlock,
Are rows of deep pores carved like vents in a rock.
It breathes in the nitrogen mists of the night,
The volatile vapors that choke out the light,
And filters the toxins through chambers of stone
Deep in the vaults of its vitreous bone.
With every slow breath of its massive domain,
It breathes out sweet oxygen over the plain,
A massive, organic, atmospheric pump,
Clearing the air with each heavy-set thump.
As it browses the plains where the light-flora grows,
It crushes the minerals left by the snows,
Its six grinding hooves tilling silicate sand
To scatter the nutrients across the ground,
A peaceful leviathan, quiet and grand,
It is the gardener-beast as it moves around.
"...all that vulgar beauty of iridescence...", "Roosters", by Elizabeth Bishop
"It is used in nature
to recognize organisms
of the same species, choose mates,
confuse and evade predators --
a useful adaptation --
a shimmer of glittering and
changeable colors --
the phenomenon of certain surfaces
that appear to gradually change color
as the angle of view or angle of illumination changes --
(ex: soap bubbles, feathers, butterfly wings,
seashell nacre, as well as certain minerals) --
an inventive optical trick."
Any difference between pearlescent and iridescent?
Pearlescent objects have a luster resembling
that of mother-of-pearl. Iridescent objects
have a lustrous, rainbow-like play of colors
caused by differential refraction of light waves --
as in "the object seems to change color
as you shift your perspective" -- a shimmer
of glittering and changeable colors --
an "inventive optical trick" indeed!
Could there not be some among us, who --
perhaps even if for their own purposes,
are almost -- almost -- almost truly iridescent?
Stars harvest darkness for their light
Between the recesses, silences require quiet
As required by the distances tracked
Immeasurable across the universal black
There is plenty of time for gravity to settle down
In the recesses between the quiet of the silences
Where worlds are not the same below the formed
New planets come in the company of moons
Rounding out the day as solids do
Solids know their way around the universe
Coming in to land wherever land is smooth
Polished stones on rolling waves arrive on time
As old as time, touched by the softest brush
To find the right conclusion in the tides
Lightning dazzles spectators in the rain
Camped in the forest by the rivers edge
Swept away by tidal forces rising mighty
Still thrilled at the chance of getting wet
And then there are the doomed
Among the solitary intruders in the worlds
And nights are always there to find solutions
In the beginning where rocks were formed
Gathered up from dust among the clouds of nothing
Minerals watched with minimal concern
As nature has the final word though worlds apart
Stars harvest darkness for their light
Between the recesses, silences require quiet
As required by the distances tracked
Immeasurable across the universal black
Move back to the stone age
What kind of story is history going to write
let us examine a cold hearted nation and her many flaws
injecting children with dead remains horror filled
killing has become second nature to certain individuals
Everything about condemning death as a normal practice
in those whom support love and care are judged harshly
spitting hate condemns man and woman as inferior
Yet a generation of children have been born into a family unit
they overturn even scientific evidence which stands to object
denial and deceit manifesting as something else entirely
Today the greens decided to devalue the poor even further
standing in favour of putting masses of more people on the streets
begging to survive under their climate change agenda
amounts to something unspeakable happening against the grain
Then you add to the list those globalists wallowing in luxury
merchants of greed destroying the economic structure
enslaving humanity to work until they are buried
Then leave their family with a debt tax while mourning
all the minerals in the world will not fill their bellies
vanity weights heavy with nowhere to run or hide
Empty promises we have heard it all from political parties
cheap lip service which is always pretending to be in opposition
yet work for the very same slave master
What ever pulls your strings I say drain the bog smiling
green white and orange united Irish men and women
I hold the Shamrock as a sign of my forefathers faith
strange their is not many true Pat's left
we are a dying breed but our day will come
When bondage enslaves us no longer
where every human life has value in the eyes of God made
in the insect and animal kingdom male and female create
but humans have lost their intelligence somewhere
between the eyes of truth which draws picture perfect
Footprints in Africa
Africa oh Africa you beautiful piece of earth
Gold, diamonds, minerals of immeasurable worth
Mountains and valleys, great rivers and trees
Blessed beyond measure, God must be pleased
Have you ever wondered where and how, it all began
How we all found favour, in this huge awesome land
To shepherds working night shift, a message clear
In a manger, baby Jesus was born, salvation was near
But black hearted Herod, wanted all boy babies dead
So Joseph, Mary and their precious baby, to Egypt fled
Cast back your mind and see, Lord Jesus, now a boy
Playing in the dusty streets of Egypt, running with joy
See him standing on a hill, gazing at the river Nile
Wonderment on his face and just a hint of a smile
Did he then know, that Calvary’s cross was pertinent?
That his life he would lay down, for this vast continent?
So rise up Africa, forever freed from bondage and toil
For baby Jesus planted his footprints, on African soil.
APvN
Brazil is for lovers
it's not for amateurs
not love only shiny things
but also the drought of the hinterland
Not just love of riches...
Brazil of nature and the sea
not only of jewels and subtleties
but from poverty to care, to love...
Not only do future project
but give the people safe shelter...
shelter the poverty that cries out
donate Brazil to the people who loves...
Not just gorge self in Capitals
displaying pomp and minerals
but shine the people in progress
leading the poor to success...
It's no use in advance
if the people don't even know what it is
nothing avails, which what?
High growth is nothing
if after all the trifle
always goes to the pocket of a few
and the hungry and suffocating of people
suffer from all this scum...
Brazil is for lovers,
not for dilettante misers
power thieves...!
Brazil is for everyone
elite, middle and people
also be able to be...
and be able to live well...
The lover loves people and land,
the amateur conflict and war,
so we won't grow... !
The Philippines, with its strategic location
at the crossroads of the Pacific Ocean,
and the South China Sea,
is the Pearl of the Orient,
the nickname used to describe
the country since the early 20th century,
represents a profound appreciation
for what makes the Philippines so unique.
The moniker is a telling testament
to the country's singular distinctive qualities,
making it a gem in the region.
The island country of beautiful white-sand beaches,
spectacular landscapes of majestic mountains,
enchanting waterfalls, and verdant flourishing forests,
takes one’s breath away.
The iconic destinations of Palawan, Boracay,
and the Chocolate Hills in Bohol,
of over 1,000 hills, turning amazingly brown
during the onset of the dry season,
giving them a variegated tawny tinge,
contribute to the Philippines' reputation
as a fascinating tropical paradise.
The magnificent view of the renowned Bay Street Sunset,
earned for Manila the epithet, Pearl of the Seas.
The country’s captivating landscape of 7000 islands,
the treasure trove of minerals, forests, and wildlife,
displays an impressive array of diversity,
from the towering mountains to the sparkling sapphire sea.
The Batad Rice Terraces in Ifugo attracts,
as one of UNESCO’s wonders of the world,
the stunning landmark of rice terraces,
carved meticulously in the mountain slopes.
The country’s rich cultural history and heritage,
traced back to the pre-colonial era,
depicts various aspects of indigenous tribes
of assorted traditions and customs,
thriving in different parts of the archipelago.
Festivals like Sinulog, Ati-Atihan, and Pahiyas
showcase the country's exuberant spirit,
and the deep-rooted ancient traditions.
With its matchless picturesque landscapes,
and distinctive vibrant cultural traditions,
exuding the captivating unique charm,
the archipelago is a jewel in the crown of the orient.
Sheet metal.
Don’t know what it is, or if it’s a brand of sorts.
Rocks and minerals of varied colors.
Just like concrete but natural.
Chicken wire.
An entity on its own.
All the hardest things.
Can withstand anything.
We don’t know how it works.
Anymore than the core of the earth.
Or a feather.
The bridge that crosses the river.
And nothing grows.
Sheet Metal.
I bet it’s used sometimes.
All the hard things.
Crystals and such.
Can be replaced.
But everyone would see it.
Reflections.
Like sheet metal.
It’s tough like a deadline.
Sheet metal.
I say all these things about something I think I’m imagining correctly.
I bet I’ll be right someday.
But being right?
Can be replaced.
all the time that had been
has been spoken out
the plunging into life-pond
gets condensed within the paperback
then why the kovalam beach does shatter
when it finds the trace of new minerals
is it true then comes to her mind
the memory of the fugitive rain-girl
much sunshine comes for making crowd
on the grasses
in the moonlight of the apple
wakes up the magic
that is attached with the shirt of the
harbour
the white multi-storeyed
also remains sleepless
even-then…
even-today…
july means the amorous bickering
of the fish-girls for pleasure
inside a running minibus
here is the dialects of the fabrics
Goodbye Europe
Driving along I saw at a distance what looked
like two dark shadows holding up a smaller wizen shadow,
and I thought without Africa, Europe would have been a more miserable place.
We stole their people from working in fields and factories
we took their minerals and gold and left them destitute.
Now they are coming here, and we offer them a tent,
If you are not a wall climber, a fast track runner or football
hero, we don`t want to know.
I the meantime, the population – white tribe- am dying out
We have reached the pinnacle of our evolution, the glass siling
has broken women prefer driving Mercedes cars and
men turn to each other for succour to be gay is the new normal.
We older and another race must take over our delimitations we are
dying out, we are a curious vanishing race in a sea of colour and strange manners. Unless Europe wakes up and produces own children
we need immigrants on a massive
scale, if not we become a historical footnote.