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HOPE IN DEPRESSION
Adverse ambient turning too bitter.
Day by day I hope for the better.
Days are pricked by painful splinter.
Life seemed to run through litter.
When my days will start to glitter?
To struggle with intense zeal!
Day by day I hope for the better.
My sufferings are sure to heal.
Hope for the best, hope for future.
Depression never be allowed.
Sadness must be followed by rapture.
Silver lining shining in every cloud.
11/20/17
Rhyme Time II Contest by Laura loo
Second Place
Rhyme Scheme A-A-A-A-A-B -A-B . Line 2 and Line 7 are same.
One final line not rhymed wrapping entire poem
1-5-25______________1-25-25
125_________________525
21__________________105
3___________________15
1___________________5
0,0163%
of hydrogen
extracted from seawater
Deuterium when mixed
with tritium
under the influence
of extreme heat
and pressure
becomes a gaseous
hydrogen fuel
becomes a fusion plasma
generated in the Tomak
a tomak is an experiment
machine used to harness the
energy of fusion
charged participle of fusion
can be controlled
by magnetic coils
air and impurities are
evacuated from the vacuum
confinment and control of the
plasma are charged up
and the gaseous fuel is
introduced
powerful electrical currents
are run through
the vassal were gas breaks down
electrically
and then it becomes ironized
and electrons are stripped
from the nuclei
and forms a plasma
TO ACHEIVE FUSION THE
PLASMA IN THE TOMAK
MUST REACH
150,00,000 million
degrees!
Plasma particles become
energized and collide into one another
natural electromagnetic repulsion
om collision to fuse
the proposal for a
configuration of a magntic
fusion device.
1200 Packard Twelve
or a Ka de shi'erhao 1200
20 minutes!
My soul had long been troubled...
by hatred,
dejectIon
and contempt.
They were the poisons
that flowed red in my veins,
burning like wildfire from my head to my toes,
as if this world were inhabited by demons:
that have teeth instead of fangs,
tongues instead of flickers,
and take delight in loading tears with sorrow.
But from that day you responded to my greetings,
the heavy burden life placed on my mind...
was lifted by your single show of love,
such that I am full of smIles,
joy and grace.
Your love is the lubricant:
that greased the torpedoes
fired from the mouth of haters...
the balm that soothes
the wounds my foes inflicted...
a calm for all my affliction.
You became my protective shield ~
that the fashioned weapons of enemies
became like blunt sticks...
landing with no impact,
no pain,
no repercussions —
more of a toothless bulldog.
My machine needs more of your lubricant, sweet baby,
be my lifeblood,
giving a kiss without a hiss,
that invisible driver
that rolls sorrow into the abyss,
needing no assist to resist ~
evil over good —
an emolument as my emollient.
I can't just be insouciant
to your love being my life's lubricant.
It is like trying to recant
all the toxicants
that hatred had previously injected in my life.
So let the lubrication
brought to oil the machine of my love
never dry,
let it run through my system:
cleansing every trace of hatred left behind.
Reborn my soul.
Redefine my purpose...
my eternal lubricant.
ages of death, past deeds done
corridors of history,we beat our drums
yesterday's blood, washes our hands
armies we march, bring out the band
we carry sorrows, for all mankind
they run through our veins, crawl like vines
tomorrow we say, we'll find peace
reality is, death always feasts
bright expectations, a promised ring
nothing but war, it's what man's heart sings
greed and corruption, food for his soul
blood flows from his hands, calloused and cold
struts through the ages, death is his quest
pounds two fists, upon his chest
I am here, he screams, for all worlds to hear
looks to Heaven with disgust and sneers
man is sick, hate in his heart
cripples his soil, all its part
tomorrow extinction, he'll be no more
a blemish on nature, an open sore
hope is surpreme, last minute stay
from all the evil committed this day
some cry out, save us our fate
cry never heard, it came too late
ashes remain, to cover man's face
nature begins anew, let them state their case
12/28/15
Can you be distracted by the critic
or the public acclaim
Can you see through the fire
and renew all that’s burned
Can you look past the signposts
and those messages fixed
Can your heart stay undamaged
as the world tempts your soul
Can you run through loud voices
with yours still unspoken
Can you make it to tomorrow
without leaving today
Can you give love to those hateful
with vengeance recalled
Can you carry your grandfather’s words
into the land of the unborn
Can you hang up your spear
inside the enemy camp
Can you live to see the beginning
and the end die at last
Can your voice remain pure
neither bartered nor loaned
Can you listen through the smoke
—for a melody unsung
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Earth
feel the earth run through your fingers
smell the freshness of a rainy morning
smell the tantalizing flowers
see the beauty that surrounds you.
Water
feel the coldness of water upon your skin
earth drinks in the freshness
water cleanses herself
sustains all of life
Wind
feel the north wind blow upon your face
see it whip the snow or ocean's waves
see birds flying in the currents
Or feel it blow through your hair
Fire
feel the fire in your veins as you look at beauty
see the ring of fire that surrounds the planet
feel her heat beneath your feet
she is the fire that burns inside
The moment you didn't pick my call
I knew you had f*cked someone else
but it is ok you are my ex
it IS ok I f*cked someone else too
but this has nothing to do with love
It has nothing to do with hearts
I loved you once
I loved you twice
I loved you for ever
you really were the love of my life
But now I have sex in your name
I have sex to forget you
I was elevated to your name
I really loved you, if I can repeat myself
I know you were run through
Even my friends got through you
I know their girlfriends
and none felt like you
Yeah, it is true
it is a man-f*ck girl world
Frosted cookies shaped as stars, crosses, bells, and trees.
Insatiable Christmas carols waft in the background.
Enormous assortment of glittery holiday cards.
Mechanical Santa’s workshop with elves holding hammers.
Twelve foot tree glistening with animated bubble lights.
Grandchildren sneaking pieces of divinity and chocolate fudge.
Cherry red nose blinking a cheery hello from mounted Rudolph head.
Dazzling angel in rhinestone dress smiles from mantel
Jesus’s manger being manipulated by three year old, sitting on floor.
Most try to not fall over her as they run through chasing each other.
Moms are in the kitchens. Sisters tonight, laughing like children.
Daddies waiting for it to be over. Grandpa sleeping loudly. Merry Christmas!
Written 11-26-2020
Contest: Christmas
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
you run through my blood like a child through a field
and in your steed my life you do wield
laughing at me when i fall to the ground
but when i have no one your always around
you make me feel high over towns i can soar
just a smigging of you and i always want more
i know its a problem dont tell me i know
the path towards death is the path that i sow
but i can not help it i am a slave
i wont give you up so ill start digging my grave
i regret the day after but sorry i am not
your gone again and im left to rot
sometimes i am happy sometimes i am mean
sometimes i am visable sometimes i am unseen
alone in my room i turn to you once again
your voice is the devils but am i insain
i cant help these feelings i know i am sick
i feel like im falling but it could be a mind trick
i know its a killer and the path i have sow
goodbye drugs my old friend goodbye drugs my old foe
Form:
Some years ago, I moved North of the Bay and East of the Sea.
Unable to stay any longer in the City by The Bay, we moved away.
Needless to say, It wasn't about 'smarts', but about 'needing to eat'.
For the further one got from that Bay, the more affordable life became.
Little did we know at the time, our new abode would be our home for so long.
Of places we've called home, none surpasses the 'feel of home' we feel here.
Where is home really, if no rivers run through it or heat waves don't put the
fear of God in you?
Each sunflower and the seeds it bears also call it home, attesting that 'there's
no place like home'.
Rest assured and inform lovers of sunflower seeds that the water is scarce,
but sunflowers thrive.
052121PSCtest, Sunflower, Malabika Ray Choudhury