Short Tungsten Poems

Commercial success
the lie of tomorrow
Wrapped in the death
— of today

(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
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Super hard alloy
With such a high melting point.
Tungsten carbide drills!...

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Sedimentary and metamorphic rock
From earths mantle or crust
Host of tungsten granites and diorites

Intrusive extrusive and hypabyssal
Of batholths sills and dikes
Eruptions of subaerial volcanoes

Continental crust 
A pacific ring of fire
4030 million years old...

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Drowsiness envelopes...
Under a starless night
Where light from an old tungsten bulb 
Faintly penetrate a tree's thin leaves
My mind seeks a nostalgia I never seemed to find.
A faint cold breeze blew, 
Whispering memories of a distant past...
I yearn for the wind
For the rain and the storm
Though it reminds me of a certain death...
My Death....

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Grisly  grime,
crystal clear,
myopic blur,
eagle sighted,
knived butter,
clanking tungsten,
neighbourhood,
light years away galaxy,
plush opulence,
starving depravity,
sweet honey,
bitter like salt,
fatal like cobra venom,
life giving like nectar,
dense amazon forest,
bald prairee plains,
men straight,
men crooked,
grudge,
nod,
budge,
still,
infinite,
countable,
and i have counted only a few....

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I commend the apple fallen on Newton’s head,
Man’s gravity realized with a Nature’s gift.
I rejoiced in the waves picked up by Marconi,
Human voice felt for its living presence.
I was thrilled by the tungsten glittered thro’ Edison,
Light shone across the darkness.
I flew with the flying machine of Wright Brothers,
Man’s proximity counted with knowledge of speed;
But I APPLAUD the Blessings from Above
Who hath built man in His Image....

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So hard, these lips that crush my own,
feverish granite as dense as stone;
dew-sweet with perfume moist and raw,
enamel and sinew in locking jaw.
Hot metal blood so quickly drawn,
tart and tangy, fresh as dawn;
hungering lips empowered by desire,
alive with passionate, light-pink fire.
The hardest kiss, the longest night
whence petrol tongues set mouths alight,
and I tell myself I love the girl
yet if feels to me like the end of the world....

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There’s magic on the tungsten sea
That brings forth spittle in waves
Like giant sheets of paper uncurling
On a table.
There’s magic in the carrot sunlight
That makes pale skin warm and silky
Like a peach that softly meet’s the
Lips of a beauty.

Impossible is commonplace when mind
And world collide and magic conjures
Idle musings .

There’s magic in the breeze that carries
Distant garbled voices muffled by the 
Whooshing waves I hear in the giant
Sea shell....

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