Strontium, “Periodic Table of Poetry” poem by Chicago poet Janet Kuypers

Strontium

Janet Kuypers

from the “Periodic Table of Poetry” series (#038 Sr)
7/2/13

People seem to think
that they need to eat
a ton of red meat
in order to be strong.

They think eating slaughtered
animal is the only way
a human being is capable
of getting themselves protein.

And I know it may be a tightrope walk
to get what you need —

I know how you
can turn a flame
into satan red
(but that means
we use you
in red flares, or
even red fireworks)…

I know how a part of you
can turn radioactive
(like when the Chernobyl explosion
threw Strontium 90 into the air:

but yeah, we’ve learned,
and can use that Strontium 90
in cancer therapy)…

And since Strontium
can get into your bones
(since it’s similar to calcium),
salt Strontium ranelate
treats osteoarthritis.

The thing is, plants are higher
in Strontium than meat,
and because it’s like calcium
it stays in our bones.

Because when we tested
ancient bones,
Austrian researchers
suggested
that Roman gladiators
were
vegetarians.

(Actually,
they ate
mostly barley,
beans, and
dried fruit.)

So yeah,
the strong,
ruthless
Roman gladiators
(the confident,
self-assured
Roman gladiators)
were
vegetarians.

Sorry, but I’ve heard
of how run down firemen
started feeling better
after they cut out meat
(metaphorically, I mean,
they didn’t actually cut any meat,
no animals were harmed
in this experiment
in making people healthier)…

Because if just the right Strontium
can help your bones,
and it is more common
in plants than animals,
maybe people can realize
that they don’t need to eat
a ton of red meat
in order to be strong.
Because with a plant-based diet,
a little Strontium
can go a long way.

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I Miss You | Poem and song by ERYK M MOORE

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eyrc moore I miss you

 

 

I MISS YOU

 

 

OFF THE TOP…I MISS YOU

LIKE THE DESERT MISSES THE RAIN

LIKE THE SCARECROW…MISSES A BRAIN

I… MISS…YOU

 

I MISS YOU LIKE I FOUND YOU IN A CROWDED MALL

SEARCHING FOR THE PERFECT GIFT

FOR MY SOON TO BE FANTASY

 

PUSHING THROUGH THE INSECURITIES OF YESTERDAY’S TOMORROWS

 

I FOLLOW THE SCENT OF YOUR DREAM…

INTO THE STREAM OF MY CONSCIOUSNESS

WITH THE EXPECTATION OF FINDING…YOUR SMILE

I…MISS…YOU

 

I MISS YOU LIKE I MISS THE SOUND OF HAPPINESS

PLAYING IN LIFE’S PLAYGROUND

AT THE AGE OF SIX…DANCING IN THE SUN

TO THE MELODY OF LAUGHTER

 

RIGHT AFTER A WATER BALLOON FIGHT

PROBLEMS TAKE FORM…AND TAKE FLIGHT INTO THE CLEAR NIGHT

AND DISAPPEAR LIKE BAD MEMORIES

THAT TAKE ON THE FORM OF OLD LEAVES…

AND FALL FROM MY TREE OF LIFE

I…MISS…YOU

 

I MISS YOU LIKE GOOD FOOD…COOKED ON SUNDAY

BY THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN THE WORLD

 

BLESSED WITH THE KNOWLEDGE OF GENERATIONS

YET DISPLAYING THE INNOCENCE AND THE SMILE…

OF MY GRAND PARENT’S SECOND LITTLE GIRL

 

WHO MADE THE SACRIFICE…

SO THAT MY LIFE WOULD BE SOMETHING MORE THAN A LAST NAME

 

SOMETHING MORE THAN 15 MINUTES OF FAME COULD EVER CLAIM

 

AND AT TIMES I FIND…WHEN I WALK THE PATHWAYS OF MY MIND

I COME ACROSS THE GIFT…THAT YOU’VE BLESSED ME WITH

AND I WONDER…

HOW COULD SOMEONE THIS FLAWED…BE SO BLESSED

 

HOW COULD SOMEONE THIS WEAK…BE SO STRONG

 

AND BEFORE LONG…

THE WALLS OF MY PREFABRICATED REALITY BEGIN TO FALL

 

AND THE OFF BEAT…UNWANTED SOUND OF THE ALARM CLOCK

 

BEGINS TO DROWN MY SENSE OF BEING

FREEING ME FROM MY DREAM…WITHIN A DREAM…WITHIN A DREAM

 

AND AS I SIT UP IN BED…

FORCING MY HEAD TO HOLD ONTO FLEEING MEMORIES

 

I SMILE AND WHISPER THREE WORDS

 

I…MISS…YOU

 

 

ERYK M MOORE

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The Dancers, The “Narcotics Poem” by Seymour Shubin

johnny cash

 

THE DANCERS

I was a cop.
so to speak, for that night,
and followed the real ones
into the lonely places,
the dives and the homes,
and saw the children crying,
and the poor mothers crying
and later on the way home
heard a cop saying,
“It should be fun tonight,
seeing them dance
in their cells,”
and heard me
whispering to myself
“No more of this,
Dear God, no more
no more.”

Seymour Shubin is a famous writer of crime and the psychology of crime. In a short and stunning way he has put an emotional edge on a serious issue.

The incarceration of Americans in the War on Drugs has reached epidemic proportions in the Black and Hispanic communities, but the impact is on the white community too.

All of the hot debates such as the right to bear arms, jobs, social security must seem meaningless to a large percentage of our population because of felony records for non violent “crimes”. The very records which should identify violent people are being handed out like playing cards and have had a definite Jim Crow effect.

Here is an excellent article by Michelle Alexander Michelle Alexander on The New Jim Crow and the school-to-prison pipeline

We support Michelle Alexander’s efforts and thank Seymour Shubin so much for this poem which so well shows the sorrow which must be there in the police as well. Bravo! Bravo!

This subject is what my humble song is about:
Joe Clark by David Michael Jackson

The Dancers © 2014 by Seymour Shubin

Image: Johnny Cash….We are using this image because we believe Johnny would be with us 100 percent.

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