Long Nitrogen Poems
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I have power; this war I will win; Putin thought,
Hydrogen and nitrogen bombs war crews threw;
Ukrainian troops too like classic heroes fought,
Grief, fear, and rage within the hearts of people brew;
Volodymyr Zelenskyy, help from nations sought,
Some shammed to show concern; in truth, away they flew;
We're superpowers, the Russians float in pride,
It's then the Ukrainians took them for a ride...!
NATO battle tricks the Ukrainians did adopt,
Vengeance from Russians with vigilance they blew;
With bombs, within Russians, hatred topped,
Within Ukrainians, lo, patient calmness grew;
When Putin thought the Ukrainian heads are cropped,
From resilience, Ukrainians, their strength drew,
Thousands of powerful tanks the Russians lost,
Conceit crossed, tossed and frost, finally did exhaust...!!!
01 January 2023
Like many heroes of mysterious Marvel Comics,
Doctor Stephen Vincent Strange is a bolt of magic mix;
Spells of supernatural kinds he works, abundantly,
Crimsons, crystals, ice, rings, chains - in constant redundancy...!
Pile of pure pulverization and annihilation,
The Bolts of Balthakk has become eternal damnation;
On any stuff - solid or liquid - the bolt does explode,
Like iron-oxidation, all powers it does corrode...!
Bounds, rebounds, rings, winks, blows, boomerangs at its master's hands,
Swishes, swooshes; whizzes, whooshes like winds in desert sands;
None in heaven or hell could ever its gravity hold,
Like swift, sly electric current it does its force unfold...!
Is it terrible torch of fire? Or lake of lava?
Is it hydro-nitrogen bomb resembling baklava?
From hands of Doctor Strange, like gold dust they serenely fly,
Clapping, crashing, flashing, dazzling, booming, zooming they spry...!
Doctor Strange manipulates these bolts like liquid plasma,
For him, a magic-surgeon, it's mere mental miasma;
An awesome third eye adorns the forehead of Doctor Strange,
For mesmerized kids, these are, delightful amusement-range...!
30 August 2022
Doctor Strange Spells Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
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this shining burst strokes early day’s first shade
illumination flashing all corners of galaxy’s face
and this my name was marked in womb’s white lace~~
upon Dad’s request ,as training general abroad, was made
it was Mom’s first time to bear middle- child without Dad around
all present christened me many names for fond memories~~
in the end, i had four titles, certificate’s page singing melodies
Amelia for mother’s, one that’s Grandma’s ~~others subtlety profound
Dad’s desire that real name come from district he was assigned
the meaning “goddess of light”~~first morn’s crocheted shawl~~
an image painting streaks of first daybreak’s gold, brushed wall~
that it was loved by kin, a symbol stamped in family’s history designed
still, more terms of endearment were showered upon me
the nickname” Nette” and more always drifted back and forth tenderly~~
yet, it was an abbreviated moniker plucked from late 60’s modernity
for i have come to be me ,fondly known as such~~ a gypsy so free
intimate souls affix real name with tender variants dearly strewn
~~ they cherish essence of its meaning, such presence like blooming light
my being’s shades of nitrogen green and gold gush even at night’s delight
if you can second guess the enchantment of my name, it’s almost… “DAWN”
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(( for Linda Marie's " What’s In A Name Contest" ))
After a soft spring shower last night, the air was washed clean
And saturated mother earth brings to life nature's bounty
Wisteria, Jasmine, and Azeala's scent wafts perfuming the cleansed air
Last night's accompanying thunder and lightning
Brought nitrogen that restores green to grass, plants, and trees
Now renewed shades of green dot the rolling hills, dashes of soft color those spring greens
A gentle zephyr stirs the leaves refreshed from the moisture and rich nitrogen air
Now hidden within the once barren limbs a tiny bird's nest nestled with care
Soon baby birds will emerge to feast on seeds nourished from this spring shower
A gentle spring shower is a blessing for man, earth and beast
Refreshing, restoring, and nourishing so all will be able to eat
Spring showers put in store water to carry the earth through summer's heat
Out on the porch to enjoy air washed of pollen, cleansed, and refreshed
And hear the birds sing at their very best
Last night's soft spring shower assures their life will be blessed__
Sponsor: Russell Sivey
Contest: Spring Showers
Written this twelfth day of April 2013
Upon the ridge, where summer winds blow free,
A spired procession wakes in shades of blue,
To paint the landscape in a pastel sea,
And bathe the hillside in an azure hue.
They stand as sentinels of amethyst,
With velvet leaves that reach toward the sun,
Adorned in dewdrops, by the morning kissed,
Before the heat of midday has begun.
Though named for wolves, they bring the soil no harm,
But yield their nitrogen to barren ground,
A wild, untamed, and vibrant floral charm,
Where beauty in the desolate is found.
So stands the lupine, resolute and fair,
A breathless wonder in the summer air.
I have this awful feeling that the universe is changing its shape, and the earth is going to increase the human race, the Meteorites are sailing through the sky, and the earth is racing in a different time to honor a period that has already died.
It’s hard to set the world in motion when three-quarter of our planet is sinking beneath the deck and the sun is moving closer to the earth to suck up the moisture and heats up the land, a piece of paradise is falling from your hand.
I wonder what they will find up there when the universe has so much to share, the moon is full too soon and flowers are blooming under the crescent moon, the temperature is rising, and the earth is blazing, and the ocean level is rising.
A strange wind from the East is passing through the sky packed with nitrogen and it will make you die, it has come too close to the earth and mingling with the elements that is made up of dirt, it is stuck behind the mountains, and it will stay there until the earth changed its form.
Oh what wonders lies in those tiny sockets with imaginary strings floating in the air as they parachute and float inconspicuously in the atmosphere. They are holding the universe together and they make our lives better. I can see the valves opening and closing and the air pressure slowly releasing and the mugs dancing and bouncing in space.
The air above me is mixed with grime, the air around me is laden with slime, the deposits from the sea and the spaceship debris fell right in front of me but mercy was right onetime to rescue me. The mission to the moon will return to earth sometime before noon, position someone at the gate to measure the temperature before it burst in flame. The air around me is polluted.
We peer through glass and radio hum,
At planets circling distant suns—
Seeking whispers, spectral crumbs,
Hints that life—like ours—has spun.
A biomarker is no shout,
No waving hand across the void—
It’s methane mixed with oxygen’s pout,
Patterns nature’s never toyed.
It’s pigment caught in photon’s snare,
Or breath of microbes long decayed—
It’s symmetry that shouldn’t be there,
A fingerprint the cosmos made.
We measure starlight split in bands,
Each color line—a cosmic clue,
Revealing chemistry’s subtle hands,
Painting life in gases’ hue.
So when you hear of “signs of life,”
It’s not green men or flying cars—
It’s carbon’s dance, with nitrogen rife,
A love affair beneath the stars.
And maybe—somewhere far, unseen—
A creature lifts its eyes like ours,
And wonders if its skies might mean
That we are their biomarkers.
Yatsar (?????) Asah (??????) Bara (??????):
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abstract
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nitrogen, carbon, boron,---------mixed with a molten, sodium mixture
with desert sand and beach sand
Objective
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to find if the mixture could be extracted and or separated s
Goal
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Develop a method to recover elements from the Cooled molten mixture: economically prudent methods of extraction. Searching through a large amount of material, to extract something valuable, or repeatedly performing this action to gather information of creating material from the remanent resource.Gold- iron-quartz, and diamond particles.
Stumbling Block
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Monetary hinderance. Need more funds to actually achieve such. Equipment needs to be designed fashioned and created. The largest parts and the smallest parts need to be devolved. People with a vision, and an understanding of creation.Creating equipment for molten salt electrolysis (also known as pyrometallurgical electrowinning) requires designing an environment that can withstand extreme heat (typically 450°C to over 1,000°C), severe chemical corrosion, and intense electrical current. Molten sodium electrolysis is an industrial process used to produce pure metallic sodium and chlorine gas by passing a direct electric current through molten sodium chloride (usually via a Downs Cell). Calcium chloride is often added to lower the melting point from 801°C down to about 580°C.Fabraication of equipment and professional development: finding professionals to do a professional job.
Solution
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Finding a company to acquire this information might the development of such can be done.
( devolping a culture to support interest in this area)
Tagalong
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The symbol or the words,Tristenation or Siftanation means to separate fact from fiction it is a term used in this genre.
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t’s not us who decide
Of the order of stars,
Of the brightness of the Great Bear,
Nor the furtive appearance of a shooting star,
It’s not us who decide
Of the place of Jupiter in the sky,
The size of Saturn’s rings,
Or the duration of the day on Pluto,
It’s not us who decide
The composition of nitrogen and oxygen on earth,
Of the atmosphere on Pluto or Uranus,
Or the speed towards us of the galaxy of Sagittarius,
We do not decide the position of Cassiopeia,
Nor the speed of rotation of the sun,
We don’t decide our place in the universe
And we will never,
How is it that in the great din of the stars
we hear nothing, there is pure magic,
So let us be thankful to God for having been witnesses
of all this, for we will not change the order of the world.
Ce n’est pas nous qui décidons
De l’ordre des étoiles,
De l’éclat de la Grande ourse,
Ni de l’apparition furtive d’une étoile filante,
Ce n’est pas nous qui décidons
De la place de Jupiter dans le ciel,
De la taille des anneaux de Saturne,
Ou de la durée du jour sur Pluton,
Ce n’est pas nous qui décidons
De la composition d’Azote et d’oxygène sur la terre,
De l’atmosphère sur Pluton ou Uranus,
Ou de la vitesse vers nous de la galaxie du Sagittaire,
Ce n’est pas nous qui décidons de la position de Cassiopée,
Ni de la vitesse de rotation du soleil,
Nous ne décidons pas de notre place dans l’univers
Et nous ne le ferons jamais,
Comment se fait il que dans le grand vacarme des étoiles
nous n’entendions rien, il y a là pure magie,
Alors soyons reconnaissants à Dieu d’avoir été témoins
de tout cela, car nous ne changerons rien à l’ordre du monde.
The Last Day
The first day is like an unwrapped mystery
Christmas, birthday, holiday present
Oxygen and nitrogen fills the air with freshness
Like news, wet ink from press, unread paper and baby’s breath
The second day is like an unmade bed and breakfast
The sky opens up at high noon for business, middle life
Half time, savory centered, comes with existence, full flavored
Balance takes on the order of the day, remains, saved
The last day is like charcoal grays washed away with rain
Colors fade, grains of sand dance out the counted hours
Doomsday is right around the corner casting shadows
Let’s keep it there, under wraps, under the Christmas trees of past