Thermodynamics Poems - Poems about Thermodynamics

Someone would rather not speak the truth After weighing the cons and pros They're exquisite egoists Someone dares to bet the causes Inspectors weighing the pros and cons Restrict viewers or ban the speakers Since then, no truth matters Only compliment words or praise heard This is how a law of thermodynamics Works for all communities If a system dissipates and disintegrates As it...

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Glory to thermodynamics in general... and generation of heat in particular cuz yours truly spoiled with trappings of Western Civilization. How ideal I imagine to dwell in a self sufficient domicile, where thrum of the central heater... automatically activated upon advent of twilight, or self adjusted/regulated based on outside temperature since writer of these words thankfully linkedin to PECO grid, (counts CAP...

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It was another grey stone winter. Menacing Queen Beira terrorized the countryside. We traveled the winding cobblestone way, the grey stone winter way. We believed in anything to get us through the murk, anything to overlook our disintegration. We sought patterns, convictions, decrees within the chaos until all our candles blew out. We believed in believing and we thought it worked, so it...

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and spoils of Western Civilization. Thrum of the central heater... manually activated upon advent of twilight (since yours truly not resident within "smart home"), nevertheless warm cockles and muscles appreciate basking, and luxuriating, within climate controlled environment, whether bone chilling deep freeze of winter sets indentured jaws chattering or contrarily when sweltering hazy, humid and hot dawg days of summer necessitates setting air conditioner at refreshing sixty degrees...

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self-esteem evaporates, sometimes sublimates hot fog condense that stings the eyes possibilities proliferate in headlines of exoplanets with stuck tight star orbits so close that iron shifts atmosphere bound no joke when nothing’s solid, rock or otherwise and tiny light points laugh lines across your face at night....

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