O vampire of the vacuum!
Nature. Abhors ye thou?
Witches, get aloft on broom!
Do not ask us how!
Poisonous the atmosphere?
Grease thee up the gear.
Song in my head, what you hear!
Last time got severe!
Torrent of the havoc?
In this chaos whirls fast.
Heaven, Hell, thy hollyhock.
Flowers of the past.
Yttrium, silken silica.
From these sheer skewers make.
Underworld god, ravens caw!
Carrion crow, thy cake!
O woody-layered xylem!
Thy water courier: what?
Pain in my soul, your problem!
Hall warrior, every hut!
Spark of meteor, burn the air!
Shine as you descend!
Dead man's fingernails to pare!
Blossom as you bend!
Wit, blow up flame. Brain, thy game.
Nightmare, need ye name?
Kingdom of God, stake thy claim!
Baited for to blame!
Dun dusk, shimmer. Gossamer, set.
Illusion, set. Get.
Portal iridescent, let.
Gambling on the bet...
An old lady from North America,
Owned an evergreen shrub called Ithaca,
Its cones weren’t aromatic,
She stored them in her attic,
One night she transformed into silica.
June 15, 2025.
Angela and Angelica,
I'm not a silica,
I'm not Amelia,
I'm more like hydrilla,
Moving with the water current,
I love my husband,
He is my fashion idol,
Is there too much to ask,
No, I rather be with him from dawn to dusk,
He is the boy I admire,
He is not what I desire,
But on what I require,
He is on the Esquire,
A requited love is what I desire.
Elements : Earth and Air
Beneath a sky I lay in vast emptiness
a desolate Earth of silica, still in silence.
a barren desert burning in hot flames.
quartz and granite in my fields of gold.
My ocean of sand, with a mirage afar
only thorns of hope in my parched soul.
Suddenly you arrive, whirling and slinging
A gale of storm, untamed and possesed
willowy oak needles piercing my grains
in your fervour so violent and fiendish
inebriated and dessicated, yet I fall in love.
thirst of my sand quenches in your Air
full of slivers, in your tumultuous lust
wrapped in your arms in my own dust
we roll and toss together...
we rise and fall together...
In our Embracement you erode me
and in my new dune, I bury your love.
I nurture a new garden in our oasis rain
My Sand and Your Storm ...
When will we see each other again ?
Beseech me to grand opal views oh blessed moon
and take me to that place where pearling light
resplendent of the sea, adorns my life's festoon
With just one shake of ray from you my sight
will be as clear and peaceful as a gliding loon
Draw me to you, "Oh Mother Goddess of light"
for when it comes to praising you inside this silent room
bathed in the hour of evening dusk, within my quiet
I drink you in like opium smoke one puff and gone so soon
behind the curtains of these tired eyes, an ancient spoon
Spilled and poured like silver across the ocean blue
I breathe the breath of you as if you were the sun
for mirrored in my heart you scissor all on Holy cue
within the sacred womb of my female Deity
the fertile embrace of love and all its passion spew
Beseech me to your silica I am your precious stone
sitting by the river rolling soft against the shore
some people are made of flesh and bone
while others annihilate inside your radiant more
take me to your beauty, then raise me off the floor.
the interplay of
kaleidoscopic color
mineraloid
silica spheres
float in lattice work
semiprecious stone
cut and polished
to perfection
colors play
a translucent
chromatic optic
in gold mounting
it sits upon
the hand in splendor
opal
Indonesian folklore and Brazilian god An Puch are in agreement
moldavite, a vitreous silica projectile glass is the remnant of an invasion.
sky people from the Tyraxious Galaxy
left it as a clue when they took the Mayans
dispelling beliefs that Mayans were killed out by disease or an earthquake.
emerald tablet which is here today has mystical powers understood by….
a seventh daughter of the seventh daughter of the seventh daughter
this crucial tablet fell from alien space ship as it left with the Mayans
if we are to transform into the kindest, purest humans we can be.
until we unlock the secrets and memories of the moldavite tablet
the earth will continue to have a struggle with strife, disease and war.
spiritual beings are unlocking our minds all the time, to elicit change.
knowing when we understand, we will all become one.
because one equals won.
Bejeweled, in and out of the Gothic architecture,
Conceived by Abbot Suger, through a constant conjecture;
With perfect glasswork etched out of the then-time silica,
Found its place In Saint-Denis Cathedral Basilica...!
Modestly outsized splash-smeared gorgeous goblet casements,
Renaissance classic styled stone accent wall sacred basements;
Prettily pointed piercing cumulative curly curves,
Rib vaults great and small intertwining like the war of nerves...!
Soaring airborne ramparts; metaphysical adornments;
Perpendicular proportions; lopsided floral fronts;
Steady solemn designs that flounce upward in height and grace;
Domed arched ceilings that charms of times, ages, and eras embrace...!
With no shrinks and wrinkles like the perfection of pure youth,
Enticing grand elegance like the fullness of the truth;
Tracery is a treasury of architectural forms,
Within which dwell, fine ethereal elemental norms...!!!
26 January 2023
TRACERY Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Into the mystic and blue water purl
I watch in motion season’s changing guard,
and rising ocean drafts its far depths swirl
up silica sandstone cliffs steeped and scarred.
Where silver eucalypts shadow the sea,
and apple blossom in pink clusters soon
shed soft petals till fruit hangs from its tree -
and chrysalis to butterfly cocoon.
Hear the honey bees and songbirds’ refrain
as the September sun over Torbay
invites perennial chorus again -
and new buds open upon a new day.
From my deck chair I’ll kick back tomorrow
when spring’s bow lets fly El Nino’s arrow.
Written: September 1995
disgraciatta beauty of defeat.
nor is it unfair:
we expect nothing,
because we build castles with silica
and with the clouds of the cobalt sky.
experts in nothing.
professionals of almost.
doubt teachers.
shaped like dominoes,
we await the touch of reality
to return to the repose of the vanquished.
Immaculate innocence of the ignorant.
Sun strike horizon white triangle
Erases deep turquoise in thin ice
Steady spiral turn winds triumph
Explores sea bed, drilled precise
Turned ground pleads for mercy
Surrenders dug out cry of agony
Tumble gems an ancient mason
Sought to swap for sovereignty
Miner compiles silica currency
Shells she's clenched fluoresce
Money funnelled subterranean
Spectrum rips open firey chests
Technique imagines same future
Strength set on bone, sure farrier
Temporary gold gallops to zenith
Sharp ocean glint disappears her
14th June
Foreshore soon!
CRUEL TIME
Dr Ranjit Dutta
How can I ask time
To return my youth?
How can I tell someone
That I want to be young again ?
Alas! cruel time has
Stolen everthing.
While I feel
I become spellbound
I ask my Solitude
Whereabout my smiles?
My speechless solitude
Has no answer.
My countless dreams
Scattered in muteness
Sufferings chase my emotions
In sleepless nights.
My lonliness replies
Weeping in melancholy isn't easy.
Both my palms and toes are
Full of silica of love.
Yes, once I walked
On it's seashore
Holding hands together.
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis
Background of the word: This 45-letter word was coined in 1935, by
the president of the National Puzzlers' League of the United States, Everett E. Smith, in a presentation about the ever-growing length of medical terms.
He coined it to show how ridiculously long medical terms had gained acceptance.
It was created by stringing together a series of Latin stems that,
taken together, could conceivably describe an inflammatory lung disease caused by the inhalation of fine silica dust, a real disease already known popularly as black lung and technically called pneumoconiosis or silicosis.
Source:: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis
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Artificial long word said
to mean a lung disease caused
by inhaling very fine
ash, sand and quartz dust.
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RECIPE
Tiny, glowing, hot in its skyward climb,
it warms the creatures like morning baked bread,
grows high, dies low, is part of cosmic time.
Flowing, agile, glistening droplets spread,
wet with life, liquid mirror in one song,
splashing high, vast enough to fill a bay.
Light, sailing, lifting lungs it becomes strong,
into sea, in sky, a blue holiday,
thin envelope keeps oxygen inside.
Crusty, thick, ore and fine silica cools,
forms a dirt shell for its earthly fast ride,
botanical in sticky molecules.
Hot flame, wet rain, deep breath in bold granite,
elixir, concoction... rarest planet.
-Edlynn Nau
(Original draft date: September 3, 2018)
White Sand and Temporary Oblivion
For an aching moment
I faced dazzling
Gypsum and glass as splinters
Of sunlight pierced the air
Bouncing bright off the landscape at
Alamogordo ---fat Cottonwoods and
not a tree in sight not
Here, the sight of the unholy Trinity
test
Blessed and blast
A fitting slant rhyme for our
slanted
times
askew at
1700 Silica Avenue in a decidedly
different Manhattan where no
Dandy boulevardier would dare strut.
Castle Bravo likewise
No place to dwell as we
Did our best
to incinerate the century
Trolling for a toll in the ashes of the atoll.
No sufficient payment was made.
But all that brightness
those purblind moments flirting
With nothingness all
retreated
Like genie to bottle
Heard whispering,
"I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds..."
Certain whispers linger
Portending brighter, more permanent
Non-being; so be it.
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