You may know this,
or perhaps not
that dust was formed, and life begot,
created by the “Big Bang” birth
which built the stars,
Sun, planets, Earth.
The minerals which
stardust spun
shaped special life, beneath the Sun.
We humans, too, relied on dust's
prized oxygen-
for life, a must.
With nitrogen
and helium,
plus hydrogen, it was begun.
Yes, from the stars, this dust became
the start of us
Humans, by name.
We hail you, dust-
that from the stars
this miracle of life is ours,
and God was there to start the flow
that formed His
Universe below.
“If you do a little wee
Upon your lemon tree
It might not smell beaut
But it’s good for the fruit.”
So I did a little wee
Upon the lemon tree
The grass it did burn
But I did not learn.
It seems our dog came
And did much the same
This was not funny
And smelled like a dunny.
My wife saw red
And donged my head
With a rolling pin
For my gardening sin.
So learn from my mistakes
For goodness sakes
And never ever wee
On your lemon tree.
* But because citrus are "nitrogen-hungry" plants, a diluted application can boost growth and fruit production. For best results, dilute 1 cup (don't use your wife's measuring cup) of urine in 1 gallon of water, or apply it sparingly around the root zone rather than directly on the trunk.
Spectacular is the planet Saturn.
Second largest planet in Solar group
holding extensive gorgeous ring-pattern.
Rocky icy ringlets form hula hoop.
Ring system is to lose ice particles.
to ring - rain constant and continuous.
Stunning ring will be gone, not miracle
within million of years , oblivious.
The gas giant holds no solid surface.
Mostly are helium and hydrogen
Buttery yellowish brown, more or less.
Atmosphere is enriched by nitrogen.
In dense atmosphere , runs strong wind-power :
Hexagon typed storm at North Pole : alive.
Saturn day is less than eleven hours.
Year exceeds twenty -nine years : Do believe.
Ninety five times more massive than the Earth
In water could float, extreme light Saturn.
Two hundred seventy four Moons took birth.
With hydrogen lakes, biggest is Titan.
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.
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.
Prime is Nitrogen
to pacify Oxygen
not to burn, but to inhale.
Symbolising
enthusiasm, freedom,
love, intellect, compassion.
they sit him down, strap the arms,
not the old chair, not the rope—
this is cleaner, scientific,
no blood, no sparks,
just the mask.
the lungs beg first,
pulling at nothing,
a vacuum of sky
swallowing itself.
the heart beats like a busted drum,
then quieter,
the eyes go wet, then far—
a man drowning on land
without water, without storm.
the state calls it mercy.
but death is still death,
as the body visibly shows us.
Romans 8:37 _ Yet in all these things we are more than conquerors and gain an overwhelming victory through Him who loved us [so much that He died for us].
spring rains, thunderstorms
water, nitrogen come to earth....
three ripe tomatoes
food for the body
food for the soul....
sustain and grow
thunder rumbles
constantly
off in a distance
even more thunder
thunder
gets closer
intensified
howling tempest
lightning flashes
thunderclaps
clap again
house shakes upon its foundation
gust's speed picks up
constant lightning flashes
bringing nitrogen to earth
i feel it turning plants green
wind chimes dance
jingle
play their tunes
independently
in the mist of the bluster
God's presence is real
i know He's here
in this chinook
i know my Protector lives
He cares
He's real
my humanness still is afraid
each shake
each flash
each intense billow scares
His presence keeps me
from falling apart
running scared
or panicking
Hydrogen and Nitrogen
If you give a
measuring tape a
whiff of
an of no
colour powerful-smelling gas containing hydrogen and nitrogen he’ll
lay out all the
best facts that can be useful in
arguments about the
important role ducks play in
the flora and
fauna. Note: to
increase the quantity of
oxygen in
the blood and
make strong the lungs and
heart share with
anyone anything
previously specified.
Nitrogen
Nitrogen thinks, believes, that
oxygen is a
liar.
Anger becomes a drug
Becomes a fix
An addiction
Anger is easy to eat
Slides down your throat
Melts on your tongue like butter
Sits in your stomach like glass
Anger is cold
Like ice
Or like liquid nitrogen
Looks cold until it burns
Anger is hard to fight
Easy to hit
Hard to bruise
Anger is a friend of mine
A best friend if you will
Nothing stands between me and my anger
I buy her clothes and dress her pretty
I feed her crooked smiles and rubber bands
I let her lay in my bed
And go to my parties
And sometimes, I let her talk to my mother
And sometimes, I let her talk to me
And I let her live her life
Like any good person would
Or bad person would
I have a friend
Her name is Malice
Like Alice;
But Angry.
I kill for tomatoes
if only they were satisfied
with some~ the fat, green
caterpillars --
Weeds seem always to thrive --
like children somehow in the
gutter – soil of the street
never needs tilling, or nitrogen
added, handily replenishes its own
filth and acrid scent --
Occasionally one ripe
with good seed is spared
both plate and gutter
then to be crucified
Nearly thirty inches below normal of rain this year
It's caused an infestation of critters who lurk near
Droning on and on, annoyingly buzzing in my ear
Waiting for the chance to stick me with their spear
With needle sharp weapons, like the point of a pen
Round and round my head they fly, again and again
I need hands to swat at them... the size of Big Ben
or maybe freeze them with liquid nitrogen or cryogen
Oh, bad mosquitoes! What a big proboscis they possess
Despite their intent, they've failed to cause me stress
Such wicked bites will never leave me a bloody mess
When they've fallen at my feet, I'll just say, "God bless."
I don't live in fear of them because it's all a charade,
the army of bloodsuckers, who seem to be on a crusade
to defy peace in every home, they've chosen to invade
So, it's time to zap the pesky insects with a can of Raid
Preserve it for history.
Restore it the way it should be.
Ecosystems must be protected well.
Store microorganisms in a liquid nitrogen cell.
Every item catalogued.
Replanting to replace what’s logged.
Various fossils preserved completely.
Apple sauce preserves quite sweetly.
Tyrannosaurus bones preserved.
Incas artifacts - museum pride of place deserved.
Oil spills must be corrected.
Neptune’s kingdom must be protected.
Instinct to preserve with care.
Sustain rain forests everywhere.
Treat nature well, make sure it lives- for the beauty it gives.
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