Funeral Poem by Marilyn McIntyre

Funeral

somber, muted, hushed

soft sobbing the music

hellos and sadness

family to the left

bikers to the right

children screaming silently

crushed by the shere weight of the crime

a man who left too early

signing a name

leaving a mark

i was here

you weren’t

well

they’re not taking me fuckin alive

i go kicking and screaming

clawing at life

inhaling beauty

grasping armfuls of love

clasping it to my breast

howling in agony

for any opportunity missed

material, burned and scorched

by my breath

my words dangling from clouds

riding the thermals on hawk wings

no tombstone –

memories

remarks

deeds done

laughter passed

love given

arms not somberly folded

but spread wide as the smile not erased

for every moment stolen

mark These words on my life

she lived

she lived

till the last goddamned second

she infinitely lives.

Suicide

if you had to go

i understand

you hurt, i heal

questions eat my heart

coffins hold no soul

moon slivered in a cold summer sky

stars shimmer and have you now

peacefulness your song

i, empty sky

were you trying to live someone elses life

dream others’ dreams

eat too much of the good life

all around you propaganda

filling your ears with pus and gore

family, obligations

these were blessings

not a sign to die

someone has to eat the shit

and spit out flowers

stop the stones from the glass houses

why me.

You never crossed the emotional line

We were such good friends

You called

I answered the phone

You told me on Christ’s birthday

You were leaving

I closed my ears and couldn’t hear you

You never called again

I have an answering machine

Clean, clinical, messages

You’re never there.

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Chasing the Dream Poem by Marilyn McIntyre

Chasing the Dream

by Marilyn McIntyre

time floating downstream
in an ancient bottle
plugged with different futures
I dash excitedly
up and down the bank
like a well trained Lassie
barking excitedly
and then wade in to stop time
the eddy pried it away
running on rapidly
burbling with life
and plunging round the bend
i wonder what the
message might have been
don’t chase me down
I’m here, I’m gone
and life is but a dream.

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Iron poem by Janet Kuypers

Iron

Janet Kuypers

from the “ Periodic Table of Poetry” series

Grabbing the wrought Iron railing
as I walked toward the kitchen,
I first put away the Iron and Ironing board…
But the television blaring from in the den
stopped me in my tracks. As I walked,
the Japanese TV voice asked “scusah”
before the English translation started.
Going to the den I saw him and asked,
“Excuse me, scusah, Iron Chef is on?”
‘Cause although those shows are insanely old,
it’s fun to watch the Japanese food show
for vegetarian meal ideas. “Yeah,
got any ideas for dinner?” he responded,
and I walked to the stainless steel fridge
to look at our food for ideas, and saw
his Iron skillets cleaned on the stove
above the stainless steel oven. Then I
glanced at the stainless steel dish washer
and the stainless steel bowls on the counter.
Knowing that Iron forms stainless steel,
I thought of all of the iron in our home:
Makes sense, since Iron is so abundant
on this planet, from it’s outer crust
to the Earth’s rocky core. Even reactions
of high-mass stars produced Iron,
making it such a vital part of this planet.
So it makes sense I’d see it everywhere
in my own home, from my furniture to
my appliances… From lighting to lanterns,
from tables to chairs to even our wall clock.
It’s in the fireplace grating, and it’s even in
the abstract wall art. Hmmm, and how extensive
is my Iron candle holder collection…
A few of those older candle holders even
have rust, because the Iron oxidized.

The Iron Age brought historical advances
in everything from weaponry to introducing
curvilinear and flowing decoration designs.
Iron is so abundant on this planet,
and since Iron is even so needed
inside the human body,
I’ve even been taking Iron supplements
to make sure I never run low.

And from the micro to the macro,
since I love astronomy so:
with high-mass stars producing Iron,
scientists even believe that because
of the existence of Iron in the formation
of our solar system, an Iron isotope
energy release may have led to
the differentiation of asteroids
after their formation four
point six billion years ago.

So from the creation of our solar system
to the insides of our bodies,
it makes sense why we humans
have such an Iron will,
with such a metallic element
coursing through our veins.
I finally walked back to the den
with a few pumpkin seeds to snack on.
“We can have a spinach salad,
but I started cooking lentils for beans.
If you want to use the steel wok,
Let’s cook Tempeh and add artichokes,
unless you want to use broccoli.”
Since I had Iron on my mind,
I had to pick the most iron-rich
foods we had, before I added,
“And what spices are they using
on Iron Chef? We can come up
with a really good meal tonight
if we play our cards right…”

Argon poem by Janet Kuypers

Argon

Janet Kuypers

from the “ Periodic Table of Poetry” series

Argonne National Laboratory (the first U.S. science
and engineering research national laboratory).
was started because Enrico Fermi’s Manhattan Project
was to create the world’s first self-sustaining nuclear reaction.
They constructed “Chicago Pile-1“, which achieved criticality
(a sustained nuclear fission reaction) December second
nineteen forty two, under the University of Chicago’s
Stagg football field stands. But since this experiment
was too dangerous to conduct in a major city,
it was moved to a spot nearby in Palos Hills,
and named “Argonne“ after the surrounding forest.

You know, when I was trying to learn
about the element Argon,
I was really hoping that Argonne Lab,
so close to where I grew up,
would have something to do with Argon
(and not a nearby forest preserve)…

Now, the element Argon got its name
from the Greek word meaning “lazy“,
but that’s because Argon atomically is stable
and resistant to bonding with other elements.
And because Argon has about the same solubility
in water as oxygen, Argon often displaces oxygen
and moisture-containing air in packaging materials,
to extend the shelf-lives of the contents.
You know, other noble gas elements
would probably work as well as Argon for this,
but Argon is the cheapest
(so I guess the cheap one wins).

Since Argon is colorless, odorless, and —
this is the important one —
does not satisfy the body’s need for oxygen,
Argon is therefore an asphyxiant.
And since it’s hard to detect,
it’s highly dangerous in closed areas.

But on the plus side,
liquefied Argon is used in cryoablation
to actually destroy cancer cells
with Argon plasma beam electrosurgery.

And the thing is, Argon can also be used
to create incandescent lights
looking like blue neon
(and you can just add a little mercury
to make the light more electric blue).

I wonder if that blue light Argon can emit
looks anything like what we see in the night sky,
because the one tidbit about Argon that really got to me
was that Argon is used (primarily in liquid form)
as the target for direct Dark Matter searches.
The interaction of a hypothetical WIMP
(a “weakly interacting massive particle“)
with the Argon nucleus produces scintillation light,
and Argon gas can detect the ionized electrons
made during the WIMP-nucleus scattering.

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Okay, okay, when I was playing cards once,
we decided to place bets
on what the winner of each hand would get.
Since we didn’t have any money
and we on an astronomy kick,
the first winning hand won the Moon,
then the Earth, then more of the planets,
then the Asteroid belt, the Kuiper Belt,
the Ort Cloud, the Solar System,
then the Milky Way Galaxy.
We may have even bet on the Andromeda Galaxy,
or constellations like Orion
(even though the stars and the nebula
in the constellation are nowhere
near each other in the Universe)…
Then my opponent suggested
the winner of the next hand
would have dominion over Dark Matter.
Alright, they won that hand, but the winner
of the next and final hand won the Universe,
and since I won that hand, I wanted to say
that I therefore ruled over the Dark Matter as well…

Now, you can’t see Dark Matter directly;
scientists believe that this hypothetical Dark Matter,
which neither emits nor absorbs light or radiation,
can take up to eighty-four percent
of all of the matter in the Universe.
Since Dark Matter can’t be seen,
scientists can only infer the existence
of Dark Matter by its gravitational effects
on other matter in the Universe.

And they assume the corresponding particle
in Cold Dark Matter
is a weakly interacting massive particle.
A WIMP.

Now, this is all hypothetical,
But think about it:
if the Dark Matter within our galaxy
is made of WIMPs, then thousands of WIMPs
pass through every square centimeter
of the Earth
each second.

Kind of cool.

And if Argon is used to help detect
these hypothetical WIMPs,
that’s kind of cool too…
Because this stable noble gas
might be difficult for people
trying to breathe in confined spaces
when Argon can easily displace oxygen,
but Argon can help remove cancer
from our bodies,
can light the way,
and may even help us learn more
about some of those undiscovered details
in the Universe too.

Finished with Love and Hate Poem by Andy Derryberry

kev
Kev, I’d have waited the few weeks
So I could see daffodils jump
From the ground one more time

Instead you took a turn
And made an exit
Maybe a season too soon

I’d want to hear thunder and rain
Hailstones against tin
And window pane once again

Maybe after that I’d be ready
Finished with love and hate
Done with doing anything

Ready maybe, but I think I’d wait
For summer heat, salty sweat
Just a few short weeks

Instead you took a turn
And made an exit
Maybe a season too soon

Blazing sun, summer fun
Pretty women and bathing suits
Hummingbirds and jet skis

Maybe after that I’d be ready
Finished with love and hate
Done with doing anything

Ready maybe, but it would be nice
To know fall again
Crisp nights and clear moons

Instead you took a turn
And made an exit
Maybe a season too soon

Frost on pumpkins
Brilliant colors in trees
Dazzling sunsets after bright skies

Maybe after that I’d be ready
Finished with love and hate
Done with doing anything

But maybe just one more Christmas
And gifts under the tree
At PaPa D’s

Instead you took a turn
And made an exit
Maybe a season too soon

Happiness and singing
Lingering remembering
Of all the seasons before

Maybe after that I’d be ready
Finished with love and hate
Done with doing anything

Ready maybe, but just one more snow
Quiet and warm in a way
Transforming the world

Instead you took a turn
And made an exit
Maybe a season too soon

Deep in the blankets
Away from the cold
Warm in sleep and dreaming

Maybe after that I’d be ready
Finished with love and hate
Done with doing anything

But…

Kev, I’d have waited the few weeks til spring
So I could see daffodils jump
From the ground one more time
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