As a chemical engineer I know
The streamlines of fluid flow
The laws of mass and energy
And the reactions behind chemistry
Material balances begin the journey
Accounting mass even from chimney
Energy balances complete the basic design
The feasibility is ready to sign or resign
I admire the catalyst's art
Making slow reactions go fast
I control process with care
Keeping plant safe while flare.
Heat transfer helps conserve energy
And thermodynamics improving exergy
Mass Transfer improving separation
With high quality appreciation
Distillation, Mixing, and Reactors too,
Are essential tools for all I do.
From oil and gas to food and glass
Chemical engineers make products high class
From desalination to cleaner air
I engineer solutions everywhere
Protecting people, the land, and the ocean
Through safe chemical plant operation
And last but not the least
Economics is a major beast
No matter a chemical process large or small
Behind it chemical engineers stand tall
Dear Lord,
I'm ready to sip the trumpet's venom.
I'm ready for the flood, the white fire fingertips.
To rinse the devil's grin into the abyss....
I pray the predators have a slow-motion bleed.
A cut of their chandelier's electricity.
I pray, Lord, you let the children gather wings.
To make their way into eternity.
Dear Lord.
I'm ready for a refurbishing of Eden.
A smoothing of a fractured soul
A refurbishing of our twisted strand.
An immaculate rebirth-a pristine gold.
Dear Lord.
I'm ready-so bring it on.
Lay it on thick and heavenly strong.
Bring the shadow of your blackest song.
Bring on the rapture
Flood their islands, crumble their castles
Cool down their nuclear reactors.
Lay a scythe to proud pyramids and rocket ships.
Treat their cock roach souls
like they've treated our children's dreams and hopes.
I pray you glean the gems from clay.
The lily from the winter pond of Monet.
—A Lunar Ballad from the Year 2088
The year was 2088—
I stood in Beijing beneath neon skies,
Clutching a visa to the Moon,
Where dynasties now rise beyond the clouds.
China, bold architect of the stars,
Has carved empires on the Dark Side—
No longer myth or mystery,
But fields of fusion and factories of fire.
Helium-3, mined from silver dust,
Feeds reactors like newborn suns,
Its radiant breath beamed to Earth
Through radio waves that hum like prayer.
Moon is no longer a lifeless rock—
It breathes with industry and grace.
Two hundred pioneers now call it home,
Cradled in glass domes kissed by starlight.
From its soil, green hues emerge—
Lunar gardens bloom in synthetic rain,
A soft rebellion against the cold void,
Where silence once reigned unbroken.
The Moon—
A launchpad, a lab,
An empire of dreamers and coded command.
And above us, floating stations gleam—
Space Islands, fuel stops for tomorrow’s odyssey.
China now commands the current of power,
Energy pulses in her hands—
While Earth bows gently to the moonlit tides
Of this celestial dynasty.
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Chagisite or helium3
mined for the future of
the World. Poor people
grunted hearing the report
while the wealthy
smiled and had dreams of
extraction
and manufacturing
"his smile was so wide
it made a noise"
2 protons and one neutron.
asphyxiant potental in the energy field
radioactive isotope is ideal fuel for the
operation of a fusion reactor
fusing helium-3 with deuterium.
"burst of energy
to power reactors
reactors to move and create energy!"
Houtermans and Rutherford
Sceince of creation
dynamics, phrasing and articulation
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My boat
A small boat moving through choppy water.
Prompt from "Grief" by Raymond Carver
Some sail in yachts
Some relax on cruise ships
Some transport fruit on cargo ships
Some are fishing in trawlers
Some refugees seek asylum
Some toil with nuclear reactors
Some wear military uniforms
Some honeymoon in new lands.
A few are in Boaty Mcboatface.
My little rowing boat has sprung a leak.
We are not all in the same boat
But we are on same sea.
30 June 2022
Sponsor Julia Ward
Contest Name SAILING
lithium
element of exploitation and mayhem
used in rechargeable batteries
prevention of Alzheimer's disease
spacecraft and nuclear reactors
advanced war weaponry.
They say a trillion dollars' worth
is under the blood and burn of Afghanistan.
It was never about whacking bin Laden or democracy
It was all about greenbacks and kickbacks.
Xi is now licking his lips
Blue Stars, blaze boisterously
Orange Stars, blinding brilliance
Yellow Stars, intense illumination
White Stars, sizzling stunning
Red Stars, resoundingly radiating
Brown Stars, glazing and glowing
All Stars, bright, enormous, tremendous and gigantic.
They at temperatures of more than thousands of degrees Celsius.
Stars balanced; this with gravity and with fusion.
Nuclear core fusion reactors; a cauldron of hydrogen turned helium.
Their gravity holding home planets in their circular orbits.
Stars super, stellar, stunning, shining, supercilious.
They being beacons of light in the black velvet midnight twilight.
A lot of stars can be viewed with your very eyes this very night;
if you have eyes with very good seeing in God given far-sight.
Wasted Energy
Darkness descends like a ribbon unfurling
As astronauts in space orbit the churning Earth
And observe the lit orb that is the world below.
Likened to a planet on fire in sulphurous yellow,
Though impressive to see, it is a waste of energy
To watch as photons flow at the flick of a switch
In the night when people should be sleeping.
Light pollution! Conservation is sorely lacking.
(The First Law of Thermodynamics states that energy is constant;
it is neither created nor destroyed but can be converted.)
Dams constructed flood lands to create reservoirs;
Waterfalls are shut down, and rivers diverted,
Destroying land use and animal habitat.
Fossil fuel stations and nuclear reactors are built,
Which pollute the air and swell waste dump sites
With radioactive and other toxic materials.
Fields are littered with windmills, solar panels, and mirrors
Consuming yield acreage and resources and killing birds
To generate electricity so that humans can live comfortably
In an electronic, surreal, guiltless, controlled environment.
Singapore Summit, as high as the sky,
though, there hangs the Peace Prize pie,
dangling plumb, dangling awry,
drives the dolt's eyelids to flap, eyeballs to fly;
drags the dolt's drool till dry.
That's why the dolt recently seems spry,
as if each Nobel panelist became his guy.
Dog with two tails in, mouse with tail cut out, fie!
That pie still wags and wags on that sky,
for which the dolt has nothing to do but sigh and sigh.
Laughing at the dolt are DPRK's reactors, rampant, hectic, heaping high and high.
Malaise is a Feeling like Trump
Malaise is just feeling; you're feeling it too?
So many seem troubled, don't know what to do.
But knee-jerk reactors can't pass any test,
Their movements (more spasm) refuse to divest,
Of any advantage they think will serve self,
AND DAMMED if they'll listen to Science's Elf.
To "People of LIE," other's lives are a joke,
If you fear tomorrow, they'll buy you this coke,
It's always the other guy's fault don't you see,
Trump's plan for the future is, "Worry 'bout me!"
He makes fun of people who need to work hard,
And spoiled brat (he is) loves to squat in your yard.
If your child was Donald, you think you'd have pride,
Or 'woodshed' this pervert and blister his hide?
His evil's so childlike, "You hear what he's done?"
You might be amused if he were not your son!
But punishment's needed (or exile to Mars)?
Insane kill their parents, for Russian five stars!
Brian Johnston
March 20, 2018
And when man is done,
and rolls over and falls asleep,
the tides will overwhelm the shores,
the walls of the cities will weep,
Till the cities sink and the reactors melt down,
And the land will be stripped bare
by the beasts of the field,
And the poisoned fish will foul the air,
And the birds will swarm around the dying,
And the wind turbines will break,
There will be no good water left to drink,
And babies will cry from their stomachs' ache,
And the gentlest of men
will eat his own young
While wild dogs stare and wait,
teeth bared around their hanging tongues,
And there will be cracks in the earth,
And whole cities will be swallowed,
And the batteries and clocks will die,
And no one who knows how to fix them will follow,
And the sun will flare,
And the trees will ignite,
And the sun will fall dim,
And the brightness of day will be winter twilight,
And the earth will at last be unchained,
As the sun relaxes its hand,
to roll over and fall asleep,
the sleep of a grain of sand.
If I had the power to freeze,
I wouldn't let my friends know about it.
"We have a freak in school!" that's
what many kids would say in school,
making me sadly sit alone on a bench
or in the locker room...
I wouldn't let my parents know too;
they would take me to a doctor
who would pretend to be a nice man,
only to treat me like a lab rat!
Well, still I would find it cool to have
such powers I had,
for I would not only prolong the ice-creams'
chill, but also cool nuclear reactors,
put out fires, and help stop global warming.
I would be a super hero in the night!
liquid oxygen, nitrogen, napalm
the many methods of modern BBQ
multi-pronged igniters injecting mainline
high pressure laser guided fusion reactors
subatomic quantum mechanical quasar energy
photons vibrating in Orion’s nebula
disintegrating galactic supercharged plasma
ejected from hemorrhoids at warp speed
inner core’s event horizon is compromised
came through the worm hole
didn’t see it coming
tiptoe through a sky of dying lilacs daisy chain reactors
try real hard not to offend anyone
please don’t jerk my alphabet out of your swoon soup
my occasional tongue likes to swoop down
and scoop tender mutinies... into my
green slimy spoon - quick turn disquised saliva into
churn burnt backwards words
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