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We were calculating theoretical yields on chemcollective
and somehow we ended up dancing to ”go left.”
We were finding oxidation numbers on labster
but somehow we started laughing.
We were balancing chemical equations on PhET
but now we’re singing “World we created” with hair-bush microphones.
Believe your competence - be impressed with your progress.
Attack every challenge with self-contained ease.
Armor yourself with confidence.
You’ll like the way you enjoy it.
*We started studying for school - weeks in advance of spring term - those names (Chemcollective, PhET, Labster) are tools for working out chemistry equations - like calculating theoretical yields from compounds. So we practice, practice, practice until we can do them blindfolded - or in pressurized situations like tests.
Exotic Electrons
Title: Exotic electrons
In the house of atom,
Electron resting at its bottom.
Eager to pop up and down,
Like a clown.
In the discharge tube, it took its birth,
Photon too assisted it with mirth.
It led to the discovery of X-ray,
A boon to the society, one must say.
Revolving in atomic orbits and its shells,
Are the places where it dwells.
Pairing up with opposite spin,
For magnetons to properly align.
Its addition gives reduction,
Whereas it's removal causes oxidation.
This chemistry leads to electrolysis,
Resulting in battery analysis.
It's every hop and pop transition emitted light,
Its excitement made a spectral line bright.
It's every absorption and emission,
Resulted in a laser invention.
Electroplating, electrochromism and electroluminescence,
Make every one feel my presence.
But it wonders to know it's own scope,
Which led to the discovery of electron microscope..
It can be made totally free,
To wander and spree.
Breaking a bond, crossing a layer and
Tunneling in a barrier,
Makes this charge carrier a Warrior.
Even though it is charged negatively,
Its motion in a device works positively.
It's density in a material is significant,
For all transport phenomena to become dominant.
Bit confused about its dual state,
Unaware of what will be its fate.
Decided to be diplomatic,
Matter and energy became systematic.
There was no doubt a conflict.
But to end up in a begift.
Atomic city made a revolution,
For progression in science perception.
Author
Dr Ketaki Patankar
Physicist
Rajaram College
Kolhapur, Maharastra state
India
2/24/16
Made my own observations
While following through on obligations
Certain materials came into contact with the process of oxidation
As I always respected conservation
Unfortunatley the same could not be said for all occupations
And methods of operation
Realize this bit of ancient knowledge, many conversations
Got lost in translation, all across the basins and nations
You could make a never ending story of compilations
Life came with unlimited combinations
Of complications
But it was never enough to break my concentration
Spirit or willpower, as I stared up at the constellations
Above cities with high populations
I made my own modifications
Through many optimizations
I understood that many desired accomodations
And strictly believed in consecrations
I could never respect or help anyone interested in world domination
Or narcissism and self-nomination
Especially if they speak of others like an abomination
I'm so very far from religious, but I can tell you now with a certain degree of confidence
And a much higher consciousness
That will lead you to a path of eternal condemnation
By: Dalton Ogletree
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
Copper metal is a valuable wartime commodity.
Something new was needed for the cent in 1943.
A strange composition the United States Mint would reveal.
Lincoln’s profile appeared on a coin made of steel.
It was plated with zinc to reduce oxidation.
They were struck at all three mints in the nation.
The three cities were ones that most people would know.
They were Philadelphia, Denver, and San Francisco.
Here is an interesting little trivia tidbit:
This coin is the only one that can be drawn to a magnet.
However, zinc-coated cents were made for just one year.
Afterward, familiar bronze cents would reappear.
The mint made a move two years before that was similar.
They replaced the nickel in five-cent pieces with silver.
A large “P”, “D”, or “S”, appeared above Monticello.
This indicated a silver five-cent piece so you would know.
The following year, production of steel cents would cease.
The mint used the metal to make the Belgian two-franc piece.
Therefore, this is what the United States Mint did for the war.
After 1945, we did not have to worry about it anymore.
To say I have less lived...
and more written is not being entirely
fair. Poets breathe soul life into every
lyric statement.
Not merely metaphorically
speaking. Word-painted-skies, on closer
analysis are precisely inked examples of intensely
hyperbolic, ethereal-like possessed oxidation! (Try
to say that 10x’s fast!)
A writer’s penned pictures meant to float above
common trite integers of merely surface showy delight --
All my canvases their nature by
design are birthed to be never-settling (deathless)
evolving metaphysical transcending primers (talk about elevated ego!) --
While sub-strait substances are
compounded impenetrable dark also evident are
silvery streaks of transversal light --
My feeling contributions remain
and have always been creative world enough for me…
Though often contrary and border-less defined
for that same reason have kept me duty free from man
only subject to God! --
Therefore, when I die,
please hang my works on some moving wall --
No matter, museum or brothel:
A novel idea, perhaps throw them to the foot
of a purging water fall:
To be rushingly transported off to more saturating sea,
My suggestion not a mere medium of briny salt for addicted fishes
but moved on to fondly wished adventure residing aloft flow,
reunited with the many dearly departed extended composing
family of sometimes overly spicy, but always Creatively tasty
forever loved poetic Soupy Dishers now contributing to Heaven’s
pot of Party Soupy Literary Favors~ never-ending, never canned, organic
original Soupy Flavors. Buon Appetito!
Pitch and Intonation:
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Dynamic Accent
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I have no idea of the things you say
what are you talking about
ah come on
what's you saying man?
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BlackBerries
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Some research suggests that the specific antioxidants in blackberries (anthocyanins) may help promote increased fat oxidation—meaning your body burns fat more effectivel
Their high water and fiber content provide a high volume of food with very few calories, which is exactly what makes weight management easier
Written, March 24, 2025
For Contest, Your Choice E sponsor, Brian Strand
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hands aegis
sculpting lullabies
cradling
warmed by
candlelight - wax
flesh
muscle
breath
zephyr
exhales
inaudible eulogies
exuding oxidation
of
turpentine
nectar
of
ebony &
onyx
varnishes in
liniment
to coddiwomple
fingers &
dactyls
tracking
ectoblastic
layers
labyrinth puddles
yen's fuel trigger
perspiring
bruised blooms
quivered reverberations
declining
blossom
obscured in
sunken strands
of
sprouts
&
burial site
effigy melting
Inside
silk gloves
On Mars In Mars
Volcano hollowed sound, echoes in Olympus Mons
Thin atmosphere cratered in ancient crevasses
Storms last three hundred years or more
Etch ancient lines red iron oxidation
Rocks move from one place to another
As the only life on Mars
Mouths of rivers dry and scarred above
Love is rare. No air. Ground tells a story
To be told but somewhat old
Holes fill with water gray and heavy underneath
Keep secrets of the planet
Inside and on the surface
Of things we still can’t understand
1. (*Olympus Mons is a very large shield volcano on the planet Mars. By one measure, it has a height of nearly 25 km (16 mi). Olympus Mons stands almost three times as tall as Mount Everest's height above sea level)
Created on 7/17/15 for “Subject Mars” Poetry Contest sponsored by: Joe Maverick
Written: October 4th 2023
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An untapped jewel in a secluded nook.
A home down with treasures to brook
It is a phony ossuary, hence the walls droop.
Gazebo-grinning goofs giggle in a group.
Once a majestic home, a sign of affluence
Now a lair of stealth and an oasis of dalliance.
As time passes, its splendor starts to wane.
A breadline was betrayed between chains.
Within the halls of this mansion, dubbed lair,
A lodger once lived; his presence is debonair.
A fortress of ideas, where brains languish
Its oxidation sealed its own anguish.
A misty garden, a sense of impending doom
Where shadows lurk, in the forlorn room.
A tight grip of ridicule was urged to bestow.
For those who sought a haven, a place to glow,
But the home has a scheme—a revamp—in mind.
Rise from an inky abyss to set the past behind.
A crucible of goals, it yearned to start anew.
Toss its crypt shell, and lair to tame and subdue.
Without the upheaval, the center craved
A beacon of light, a place of refuge, staved.
It would grow from a snug mess of a cabin.
With tittivated requests, it is trashing back in.
With each room restored, every spot is anew.
The home evolved, and its purpose grew.
It is no longer a place of gloom and dread.
Yet it is a blaze-filled delight, as love may spread.