Long Oxide Poems
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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
Professor: Setting is inducing trust that as a writer you are not volatile, nor giving lesser detailed thought about those knick knack, mundane also. can you give me an example Johny?
Johny: Certainly , can I ask the narrator type?
professor: say, camera setting...
Johny : genre?
professor : prose poem, light hearted or serious, both will do.
Johny : here you go....I bought floss and Hydrogen per oxide from the nearby pharmacy. I wanted to pick up my medicine too, but they were reluctant, altogether, seemingly so. I had to bypass.
professor : why so?
Johny: the only audible sound was a song..."when you say nothing at all."
Surely , verily a cranky setting! tired too!
As the counseling session was declaring, they begin as a parent asleep, raise them up asleep and send them to school asleep. Dreams ahoy!
A year since a sixty year old friend passed away
blocked arteries the coroners report, the cause of his demise
An author of several books, he wrote of the advantages of a plant based lifestyle
questions from friends how could this be so , he was considered very wise
Four years ago I was gifted a book "Could it be B Twelve"
upon his death, I suspected B12 lack to be the cause
Found the relevant chapter for me once again to delve
This essential vitamin required in the liver to convert homocystiene
excess of which may result in blockage of the arteries
B12 aids the liver to convert homocystiene to amino acid methionine
Another factor has now come to light
breathiing only in /out through the nose produces nitric oxide
A vasodilator a lack of may have added
to the reason my friend died
It took me back four years to my own narrow escape
symptoms of several weeks of unusual anxiety. Lacking animal products,clams mussels,
oysters eggs. B 12 not found in plants or fruits in any form or shape
So here now is some verse
a bit of autobiography of my own experience
Luckily not adverse
It all began in the year of nineteen seventy seven
He was just an average norm, where did this message come from
in hindsight he thinks it was the postie arriving from heaven
Food wise first thing to eliminate was dairy and that included cheese
within a few short days, rhinitus/sinusitus these symptoms they began to ease
Then away went red meat, became what is known as vegetarian
With these changes now been made, had never heard of the term fruitarian
This way of life continued until nineteen ninety four
When introduced to the concept of eating only raw
Ten more years elapsed then all food eaten was only organic
Even better when the food was certified as biodynamic
All went well for fifteen years when deficiency of B12 occurred
No animal products for forty years before this symptom was endured
Clean organic raw food which is still consumed
With the addition of raw eggs B12 ingestion has been resumed
Down into the valley of socialization
Societal vices thrives without limitation
In my city, moral has worn the clothes of
civilization
It's value have nosedived into the pit of
humiliation
There both male and female feast just like
the beast
Meanwhile you cant resist the cyst
Cause it has covered both You and I
Today, shame has no hidden place in our
heart
Our conscience is driven away like a sport
car
The fume from the exhaust we applaud
But you know carbon mono-oxide is lethal
Yet we claim its civilization
Wont this kill You and I
Nakedness is an act of being naked
A product of shamelessness
The society is helpless because our mothers
are less concerned
'Flaunt it. You've got what it takes'
Thus: she praised as she catwalk down the
stricken street
At adolescent she conceived and bore a child
of no father
Will this not affect You and I
Truth...why are you pleading for it
It has been long buried beneath the six feet
As you can see, corruption triumph more in
our societies
From kids to parents,leaders to followers,
home to abroad
It has diffused through the earth just like fart
But no one cares; all we care about is NOW
Change the only factor that has remained
constant
Will you not change before the story is told to
You and I
Killings, suicide bombings, cheat, treason,
occult, lynching,
Kidnapping, indulgence, Nuisance, violence,
hypocrisy et al
Are all bored of corruption
End time is not close; Jesus Christ is not
coming today
But one day, you will wake up and find
yourself in hell or heaven
If we don't choose to make the world a better
place today
Wont this affect You and I?
join the club mumbling at him now staring still elegant deer like mammal in a corner he or she lacks horns lengthy legs too he or she staring into the far distant past at a great age at all he or she’s most prized ancient objects he or she starts fast putting on weight I turn away wobbling too much for me hate it giddy a bit especially the slapping one small ants herds he or she across the room to the back I think she or he will be slaughtered hamburger patties galore gulp giddy gone a water-repellent hip length jacket with hood lying on the seat other side of my table hadn’t noticed was practising neck cranes when I saw it doesn’t deserve at all to think of excuses to not be worn in the rain! annoyed with it looks like its owner has decided to not give it one more chance! wish its owner sent it to unnamed big town rumours like boils won’t ever find its way back here! salt shaker two mobile feelers on its noggin nibbling on lobster particular other creatures suddenly so sad so left out throw myself sideways onto the floor like a sidewinder out of the coffee shop
by a battery deposit box nosey rude arrogant big hipped loser teacher always red cheeks trying to improve some of her nice obedient never-say-what-they-think-&-feel students calling them stupid stupid stupid they’re waiting patiently for her big change oh please share something nice about yourself before it’s too late!
across the floor railing wait patiently those horrible feelings often bathe in go after awhile on floor a positive electrode in an electrolytic valve both coated with oil as a symbol of consecration I vent about carrying unappreciated anguish the levels the price everyone pays feelings countless to not be considered invalid I feel they’re both responsible so I will answer to them they at the same time to help me reply respond to feel better relieve it all offer to smear me with a shielding oxide film by electrolysis no kindly I’m chuffed by the thought they nod okay I don’t mention I’m sure think know nothing is capable of relieving my anguish they nod okay the two start talking about the expanse around the South Pole I ask them how many paper sheets wander there? and they look at me like I don’t actually know Thousands they go Oh I go
Fast And Furious
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Nitrous Oxide Gas
© Copyright KC.Leake
9th April 2015
All Rights Reserved
I'll climb
the tallest mountains with no stress,
I just need~
a helmet, rope, and other climbing gear,
warm layers, good boots, maybe some fear,
a bit of my heart in my mouth,
to chase the butterflies from my belly—
no need to fight against my shadow~
it'll be too tight upon the rock,
wrapped
as image around
the creeps
like a siamese twin
afraid to be
u n j o i n e d...
then, with gentleness,
without my blood running cold,
so the teeth of cold don’t bite too deep,
up my legs will climb~
a step at a time,
slow and steady~toward the top,
trusting my body to do the rest~
just pausing...
to refuel my throat and tum,
sip from the hydration bladder,
and from my backpack, grub a hiking snack...
When at the peak—/\
show me the bullet,
let me bite~
now too far for my feet to still be warm,
release the wings~~~
let me f l y
like an eagle~~~
let me s o a r
far into the sky where no star gleams
and no moon glows nor sun shines,
where angels peep~and I can see them
and the roars of lions are like
w h i s p e r s
and thunderbolt shouts are dim,
where s i l e n c e is loud, yet never speaks
where lights are like shadows,
with f l i c k s brighter than the sun,
and fires that burn with no flame—
just pale blue s m o t h e r s ~
in a womb so sullen and solemn.
Will I get friends among the a l i e n s,
if I fly~~~in a saucership, oxygen-filled,
and with dinitrogen oxide~ to force a laugh,
to rise from where l o n e l i n e s s
has thrown me:
down in the dump;
face like a wet weekend;
just to have the blues;
what if the saucercraft c r a s h - l a n d e d ?
Will I be found—still human—
like in
"There are Martians Among Us?"
But wait...
are the lights on, and no one at home?
am I far away with the fairies?
If true,
then there is
a method
to this
m a d n e s s.
The Pekwachnamaykoskwaskwaypinwanik
Melting and Annealing Process Company
was Established in @029
He was no engineer! He thought he
was smart but he was actually foolish.
One of his Gal Companions told
him to stop breathing on her candy bar.
She liked Mars candy bars and he she said to him
to stop breathing on her candy.
He got an idea from that!
He had heard that Moxie was breathing on the Martian
surface. And
a discussion leaned toward finding diamonds on the Martian surface.
Well days went by and he couldn't
stop talking about the woman and her candy.
A guy told him to change the subject
that he thought
man could use a process to man gold and quarts.
He said One ton of sand and 1/2 ton of iron particles
from the iron grinding industry
mixed with calcium oxide
sodium oxide
and magnesium oxide
he would allow rusted iron and water to form
and would use it to create a reaction
so the oxided slurry would
form over the sand mixture
were a process of quart create and gold
separation could occur. He found the process would take to long to generate wealth: but
he found that a reformation of melted sand could crystalize and create beautiful crystal that would be valuable
in shaping to create valuable pieces.
differential scanning calorimeter
Silver sand
silica- sand
potash and
red-lead.
Referencing to the smallest individual unit a combined entity made up of multiple parts.
When he was born his Daddy knew he would need
certain things to maintain and operate
the place within a means that was suitable for
people to remain within a said budget they would create.
We piled fourty seven dump truck loads of
sawdust and ash into a
ten watery pits.
we sprayed them down
(Added sawdust, wood ash, and algae aluminum oxide from the pond)
might they rot to form a Peat Bog
might we use in distant future as a heating source.
I wished him to rehearse the script to explanation might he
understand that telling someone what it is might
allow someone to help him harvest using more modern tools
if they were available against his knowing.
That someone could inform him to save
him from wasting his time in chore:
where he might buy or borrow or lease
the machine to made his choring easier
and not needing him to labor.
Might nature have no secrets
to tell you of my graceful love
Before another winters lessons
were we need to be brave and faithful
not helpless and lonely
your beautiful words
that spring shall replace winter
no coats to wear
no brisk mean winds to fear
might we smile
in preparedness we smile
that we have done our chores
1..A rusty door-nail leaks a drying crust.
2..The taint of copper pennies.
3.Salt licking the scars of the unhealed.
4..A sunset burning dry corn.
5.Eyes bruised by anger.
6.Lips cut by stinging words.
7.Money burning holes in red letter days.
8.A fledglings mouth bleeding hunger.
9.The abrasions of fiery passions.
10.The plasma of inflamed desires.
11. Poinsettia’s in a snow storm.
12. Droplets of deep regret.
13. Squashed cherries, red berries, and ladybugs.
14. Clawing finger-nails.
15. A surgeons restless dreams.
16. Iron oxide in ferrous rocks.
17. A bull, a matador, and a slashing fear.
18. The breath of a bucking bronco.
19. Poppies thriving on a battlefield..
20. The face-paint of warriors
21. The face paint of the murdered.
22. The skull stomping feet of Kali.
23. Daily pinpricks.
24. A wet dagger in the dark.
25. Prints in a crime scene.
26. The blushed snorts of a wounded deer.
27. The prayers of a sorcerer.
28. Hands washing away guilt.
29. The chaotic splatter of magic.
30. A thought tied to revenge.
31. The spurts of feeding frenzies.
32. Gills caught in unbreathable air.
33. The dark secrets of vino veritas.
34. Rubies bathed by candle light.
35. An aroused areola and nipple.
36. The pulse of a ********.
37. Sandstone at sunset.
38. The nightshade luster of tomato skins.
39. A bad moon rising.
40. The froth and suds of a punctured lung.
41. The tears of a Sufi poem.
42. Menstrual flow in the time of the moon.
43. The eyes of a night hunting cats.
44. A mime artists poking a tongue.
45. The lining of a dictators coffin.
46. The simmering heat of fevers.
47. Reflections in a sleepless eye.
48. The body heat of love.
49. Birth and the open womb.
50. The end and beginning of all that live.