bubbling blackening putrefaction
completing the first stage
decomposition of prime elements
gray matter decay
decay of prime matter
what matters is that you save nothing
transmute
analyze existence
release
infuse the prime matter
the elements composition
flour
gold
magnesium, zinc, copper
calcium(?)
selenium, wolfram
sodium, sugar, copper
chromium
nitric acid
lead
Categories:
magnesium, analogy,
Form: Free verse
Oyster flour
to make putty
mixed with
strene acrylic
emulsion
modified
mulite organic
micro mist
magnesium borate
crystal
wisker!
Categories:
magnesium, music,
Form: Bio
I look in the mirror
And imagine what I could be.
I picture a crown without tears.
I see silver veins coursing through me.
Refined gold is what I bleed.
My tears are titanium.
I eat copper like wheat.
Yumm radium.
Iron and Steel are sweet.
I like my Cobolt well done.
Aluminum is always a treat.
But the nickle and magnesium,
are as tender as concrete.
Categories:
magnesium, allusion, conflict, dream, fate,
Form: Free verse
Would you like a piece of blackberry pie?
Oh, yes, he said, oh, my, oh, my!
Blackberries are antioxidants you know.
I had no idea and told him so.
Blackberries on ice cream or even in cake.
Blackberry jam after a kiss.
Blackberry pie, it is great for goodness sake!
I salivate thinking of this.
They are a terrific source of vitamin C.
I am wondering now if I should keep all the pie for me.
And they have magnesium too, you know, he says with a sigh.
I don’t care a bit, I am dreaming of warm pie.
Blackberries on ice cream or even in cake.
Blackberry jam after a kiss.
Blackberry pie, it is great for goodness sake!
I salivate thinking of this.
He has forgotten the pie and is speaking of cheese.
I am tired of his blather and want him gone in the breeze.
So, I can enjoy the pie by myself, and eat the whole thing.
When he finally leaves, I want to sing!
Written 8-11-22
Contest: Your thoughts on Blackberries
Host: Matt Calirl
Categories:
magnesium, food,
Form: Free verse
I live in a dark stretch of land part ocean, part lava
sheer as light but opaque where the eyes meet
I am a pool of hard matter, still I appear translucent,
when you look at me with those big brown eyes.
Do you fancy me? Color me beautiful and find out;
I am full of helium, neon, ad hydrogen, perfumed
by methane, ammonia and carbon dioxide, ...
Do you like my silicon round, my phosphorus shine ?
I wore a sodium spritz for you, feel my magnesium
am I female/ male ? Color me beautiful and find out;
I boast about my crust and my mantle is hard core
stepping up to the plate I enhance the telescopes,
with my sippy blue and splash of silver, I am me.
Take your time before you X me in the box,
I am moon cisgender to my nature, do you like ?
I am moon, all moon, equivocally endangered
when you select a sex for me, so won't you please,
color me beautiful, no matter what hues you see.
August 3, 2021
Categories:
magnesium, appreciation, moon,
Form: Personification
The true wings are
not the ones that fly...
But the ones that carry us
afar...
They are not of feathers,
are not of bones,
nor of cartilage ones...
Nor aluminum ones,
neither magnesium...
the ones that actually fly
we don't sight, but we employ...
They are dream wings... !
Categories:
magnesium, adventure, allegory, allusion, dream,
Form: Light Verse
they drilled holes
and made long whining tunnels beneath
the surface.
they gathered all the plastics they could from around the world.
when they installed the fans in the tunnel
i still couldn't understand what this new way of
recycling meant to a world that
need to learn new things.
they burned and melted plastic in the hole
the smoke would be forced to a tunnel by
way of fans, the smoke would be mixed with calcium and magnesium
to create a stone material.
once the plastic stones were cooled
sonme would be pulverized to make material
that could be used to create a plasticky type of cement.
the world might welcome these new processes
to create new types of stones that
can be made into large sheets
and used to create cheap new homes, that are stone and fabricated for
being used.
Categories:
magnesium, adventure, america, education, encouraging,
Form: Bio
So many a lizard layest
We are null of that which stomach turbulence afflicts
Discriminating between the real and unreal
Gifted with Insight into the immanent and impending
Spiritual and physical forces
We are Spiritual Sapiens
Our laser eyes pierce through the skeleton of challenges;
Revealing the bowel of the lizard,as our entitlement gives solution.
We have spiritual antacids
Magnesium Trisilicate cannot do the job;
We pick at random,giving solutions
It's our spiritual Measures,it's diagnostically approved as son.
We are Spiritual Sapiens
Spiritual Nurses
Abiodun Caleb Damcal(ABCD)
Categories:
magnesium, miracle,
Form: I do not know?
A spectacular show enlightens heavens above
In ephemeral musings of burning meteoroids
Mimicking likeness of falling ornamental stars--
Beaming streaks of rainbow-colors earthbound,
When earth crosses trajectory of comet's path
Encountering in its way pebbles of cosmic rock
Colliding, illuminating in orbital trespass,
Elements of iron, copper, magnesium, silicone
Glittering within spectra of kaleidoscopic astral art;
Streaming down rockets of blazing stars--
Tinted meteor-showers flaunting nature's panorama
Fixating sights upward where constellations are,
In idyllic August venue gazing ashen sky
Exhilarated witnessing magical phenomenon;
Mesmerizing predawn with seductive stagecraft
Premiering its play slyly when moon's hiding out
And sun's yet to commence ascending golden arc.
August 15, 2019
Placed 2nd: Shooting stars poetry contest
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Placed 3rd: Strand select N contest by Brian Strand
Categories:
magnesium, sky, space, star, universe,
Form: Verse
Some things I think are overhead
Are also underneath my bed
And this is true of you, as well.
So mark my words now, as I tell:
Beneath the clothing bins we store,
Under the stairs and basement floor,
Beneath the tracks of snails and slugs,
The homes of chipmunks, moles, and bugs,
Beneath the cracks where waters run
Through garnet and magnesium,
Below the mantle—an iron core,
More mantle, crust, then ocean floor,
With thermal vents, volcanic glint,
Turtles, whales, and tiny shrimp,
Beneath the driving winds and rain,
We find the stratosphere again.
And deeper still, the moon’s bright face,
Then stars and wonders strewn through
space.
So maybe now my claim is clear;
We rest upon a little sphere, and
“Up” and “Down” make sense alone
To Beings who are stuck at home.
Categories:
magnesium, earth, imagination, nature, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme
Bacteria is our God,
Moles, Spore (spora) mother of God;
Before the life existed,
Nothing there was,
Except luminosity of sun,
Sheen of moon and stars;
Earth separated itself from sun,
Formed identity of own;
Yet relied on energy of sun,
Moon and other planets and stars;
Sun heated and moon cooled,
Positive and it's opposite,
Always were in collision,
As opposite roles they had;
Major portion of burning earth
Covered by sea of liquified gases,
Hydrogen, Oxygen and minerals,
From burning inner fire of earth,
Potassium, Magnesium, choride,
Sulfate, sodium, calcium and so on;
At the shore and beneath the sea,
Chemicals reacted in damp,
Moisture, in stale unmoving water;
Turned into green molds,
Helped spora (seed) of bacteria,
First life on earth to grow;
Never be in misconception,
For God sake,
Things decay is just waste;
Decay is life for next life;
Bacteria is our God
And Spore (spora) is seed of God;
© Sadashivan Nair
Categories:
magnesium, god, nature,
Form: Prose Poetry
"I dived into the cauldron of magic potion-
and pay tribute to God's Galactic Soup."
_by Poet
Galactic soup, the Lord wished for,
one day when he felt empty, bored;
some nutrients to give him more
alternatives to be explored.
With hydrogen and helium,
He then stirred in some oxygen;
mixed carbon next then added some
neon, iron, and nitrogen.
He tasted it- but still not done.
The flavor needed silicon,
some sulfur and magnesium;
enough, for now, to work upon.
His soup was done and it was grand;
created by his expertise,
a perfect flavor, strong not bland.
And so the Lord felt quite at peace.
But he had stewed a giant bowl;
this was too much for him to hold.
To share it was His brand new goal;
so next, He managed something bold.
He flung his prized galactic soup
into the void in which He lay;
with a big bang, eternal swoop,
His Universe was born that day.
And from His soup, all life emerged
from gentle lambs to sharks that bite.
And likewise, humans, He diverged
to yellow, brown, red, black, and white.
Categories:
magnesium, creation, space, universe, word
Form: Rhyme
Vast, powerful motion of all time,
How many do you facilitate sublime?
To discover, protect and to ably fight,
By wood, to keep our territory right.
To race, enjoying the sea air of such waft,
And to fish for delicious bites from our nets cast;
Enjoying the freedoms of the Common Fisheries Policy,
Having livelihoods protected through areas of advocacy.
One of carbon and two of oxygen, water,
And of course with salt which does the liquid alter;
Also with sodium, magnesium, calcium and sulphate too,
Plus the ions potassium and chlorine which do.
You can't really drink it apart from a sip,
But seawater and its fish can be boiled for your lip;
Cod’s coming back as no more overfished,
So pollock does not anymore need to be wished.
Our first travels were made on the ocean wave,
Its captains gave respect and sensibly did behave;
We journeyed from England to America to make,
A life for ourselves which nobody was to brake.
It moves with power, and sometimes takes a life,
And hides oil that's dug through much toil and strife;
The global community needs to channel its energy,
For renewable sources to be designed with synergy.
Categories:
magnesium, journey, nature, ocean, science,
Form: Heroic Couplet
(How Dare!)
Hate and jealousy have no dimensions
Calm I appeared for none to suspect
A nuclear bomb had blasted me apart
The adrenalin had evaporated
My eyes were like veiled magnesium balls
My nostrils were polluted with the air of jealousy
My heart inflated and deflated like a lost gas balloon
Realised I was a grainy sandy mountain of strength
Gathered my broken bones joined them
With the delusion of sweet gelatine
Settled my hairy antennas and stitched my ripped wits
Set my mental clock right to hear my ticking pulse
Turned back the pages to re-read the cause of this
Atomic disaster. Funny how complacency and
Underestimating every opponent as a friend
Had mutilated my whole being. My words
Uttered, my plans imbibed and carried away my
Yearned for prize froze my ulcered voice
Haunting silently, 'How dare!'.
HONOURABLE MENTION
Balveen Cheema
September 9, 2015
Contest: My Most Read Contest
Sponsor: Jerry T. Curtis
Categories:
magnesium, anger, emotions, friend, spoken
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Truculent trucks advert young minds; raging down roads breeding new gods as pompous, glitter covered idols carved from primordial blades of fear. Meanwhile pious pieces of magnesium stone get chiseled out of focus, branded by labels of complex empirical realities, numerically based shrines too impenetrable to worship. Help! Is the cry of objective cynics still rumbling in earthenware, readily retracing faint footsteps of Diogenes. Jumping in a wormhole of subjective garments to escape an ill-fitting, elementary pipe dream of unified ideals, gargled then spat from archetypal lips. Blowing away the dandelion fluff to catch a glimpse of act 1, scene 1; unrevised. Before curtains close the gap, leaving a thinning tightrope walk between me and we. Strutting back inside homes where a novelty Christ hangs on drywall masking punched holes of pain, wagging fingers pointing to his prescribed solvent, waiting for tomorrow to unlock today’s faith. When will they point at the mirror wading in dark nooks of conscience’s blurry frame? For he who searches, will seldom find peace beyond arms reach.
Categories:
magnesium, deep, faith, introspection, jesus,
Form: Free verse
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