Excuse me,
but we are not
chemically reagents ...
We do not match,
we don't mix,
chemically or physically ...
Even together, we are two,
Equal signs, elements
nonreactive...
Among us, there is no
enthalpy,
entropy.
Utopia...
Our atoms
do not react...
I am salt, and you
you are not solvent ...
I'm inorganic and you
pure carbon ...
incompatible,
totally ....!
Categories:
reagents, allusion, metaphor, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Flames lick the sole of my foot
Immersions of melting soot
Reagents are called and are few
Engaging sweatshops of New
The intensifying heat
Can only touch darkness seeps
Three in a day they say
Unbound walking around gay
The fire raged in intense anger
A blue ignited inside the framer
And a fire begins eating fire
All is consumed volted wire
Count its worth when the smoke sees
Tender grass puts forth its leaves
Categories:
reagents, earth,
Form: Sonnet
I want to create & bake
A cake, I want to make
Flavor of which one?
Help me find the best one
Chocolate - My ultimate favorite
I searched for ingredients
I gather one by one in a wreath
Taking notes on other reagents
As I mixed, blend and fold
Smile touches the ends of my lips
When I'm done; I put into a mold
Licking some mix on my fingertips..
I don't like to decorate
Neither do I like to garnish
All I want is to top and allocate
Allocate and made with love and happiness
Indeed, anyone who'll bite
Such bitter sweetness clings
He, she, you: I'll invite
Quite luscious in devouring
by: olive_eloi
3:38pm
12/30/2013
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Categories:
reagents, celebration, emotions, fantasy, food,
Form: Ballad
Beakers ready, gentlemen,
titration calibrated to the critical degree;
unveil the poetry distilled
until reagents strike at all the barriers
that we erect in love, in agony,
in little niches, shadowy within the walls
along the course to home.
The night is warm and lovely,
radiance too harsh for summer's mists;
encomium may palliate the grave
yet leave it heaving with the frosts of truth.
May I not listen to the night?
May I not revel in its sweetness?
There is the lover with a heart congealed;
I would not see the distillate.
I could not care, for I am moved
not by nuance but by the lumbering
advance, the shameless ploy
of glorious beasts too wise
to manifest themselves within
that paradise of art I face,
that soft chagrin emerging, ghostlike,
from around my pen.
~
Categories:
reagents, allegory,
Form: Free verse