Short Plutonium Poems
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Prescribing a pinch of INFERNO
Add a mg of TNT
A Bomb a day will keep Eden far away
DEATH always cures the sinuses
SLEEP,DREAM,PRAY,SCREAM
And when you wake up
Mommy will give you a touch of NUCLEAR ICE CREAM
I once constructed the basic components of an atomic bomb.
All I needed to activate it was some plutonium.
In physics an A grade is not what I received.
Yours truly was given a physics grade of C.
Imagine what the A students could have done.
Imagine if they were angry at everyone.
Happy times seems far away but they are very close
bright and large, outshining the misty problems
push the roadblocks away
and walk towards your happiness
fill the mind with plutonium of cool calmly soothing images
listen to the song of the victory to come and march to its rhythm
with vigor and humor, patience and strength
go your way to conquer
a conqueror you will be
While the red bear mauls its neighbor.
The dragon slides steadily toward Taiwan.
Ten asps are slowly surrounding the children of God.
Thousands of buzzards in plutonium nests
scanning the plains of Armageddon
for a couple of beakers of flesh.
But it'll be God who has the last laugh.
When he slings a giant blue stone.
Turns every snake into shattered glass.
Is it plutonium electron
at dewy dance
Aw most welcome
My vacant orbits vibrate
My solitary protons gyrate
Let there be fireworks of exchanging ions
Between the charged universes
Let's be in fusion glee
My vacant orbits crying while swirling
Come hit me with your potent electrons
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13 July, 2019
The Miniverse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter
From Eden to the outhouse in just a few thousand years
Blooming weapons of mass extinction
From the seeds of our many gifts.
A volley of nuclear warheads is coming
within a generation or so.
The wealthy and powerful will sashay
to heated bunkers, stocked full of tomorrow.
While above, the serfs break dance
like ants in a boiling plutonium bath.
There'll be no Jesus balm to soothe their nuclear rash.
Eden forever poisoned by the oily ego of man.