Fluorine poem by Janet Kuypers

Fluorine

by Janet Kuypers

of Scars Publications
from the “Periodic Table of Poetry” series

Just got a postcard from my dentist
telling me it’s time to schedule
another dental appointment.
I thought about the fluoride toothpaste
I just changed to, and then
I wondered about water fluoridation,
the government adds fluoride
to public water supplies, you know,
to reduce tooth decay and hopefully
prevent cavities. Hmmm,
how much water would I have to drink
so I wouldn’t have to go to the dentist
so regularly?
Wait a minute, I just read that
for the fluoride to work, it has to remain
in contact with the teeth, so fluoride ions
that are swallowed won’t help.

Maybe I should just gargle with water more.

But fluoride is just one of the ionic compounds
of Fluorine, and I thought it was funny
when I found out that the name
for the mineral fluorite is derived
from the Latin word “flow”,
because it was added to metals
to make them flow.

Kind of like water, I suppose,
which we now add flourine to.

But you know, it’s not just teeth
that Fluorine can help…
I mean check this out,
Because of the stability
of the carbon-fluorine bond,
many drugs are fluoridated
to stop their metabolism
and prolong their half-lives
(I always wondered how they made
time-release drugs work..)
And now over twenty percent
of commercial drugs use Fluorine.
I mean, scientists have even used
the radioactive isotope fluorine-18
when performing PET scans —
and it’s amazing that liquid fluorocarbons
can hold gas in solution,
and can even hold
more oxygen and carbon
that our own blood…

Wow, I didn’t realize
how useful Fluorine was
for helping humans out.

But the thing is,
Fluorine’s actually really toxic,
some isotopes are used for insecticides,
and Fluorine attacks the eyes,
lungs, liver and kidneys,
and Hydrofluoric acid
is a pretty nasty contact poison.
Chlorofluorocarbons (CFCs)
have even been strictly regulated
through international agreements
for fear of our environment
and the depletion of the Ozone…
I mean, the U.S. Government
even has a slew of signs
for the dangers of this element:
It’s a toxic gas.
It’s corrosive.
It’s an inhalation hazard.
(wait a minute,
I thought it was so good for me,
how can it also be so bad?)

So too much of Flourine
in the right way
can be devastating for you,
and in other ways
it can help your bones
or help your medication.
Fascinating. I guess this is another way
we have learned to take
the bad with the good
(or is it that we have learned
to take the good out of the bad?).

Maybe I won’t start to gargle with water
because of the Fluorine,
and maybe I should just deal
with everyone’s inherent fear
of the dentist, and just go,
and come out of it
with cleaner teeth
for the next six months…

Them Rebs That Gold Poem

Music by Andy Derryberrry

Sugar Camp Hollow
by David Jackson
We were raised in Sugar Camp Hollow
on Passenger Creek
where them reb soldiers camped it is
said
and the confederate gold is buried there
or so the story goes

and I knew you there
and you and I both knew
to leave those grounds
where the small creek meets Passenger.
We both knew to leave
those grounds
before dark
You and I
shared the secrets of Sugar Camp Hollow,
them rebs,
that gold.

The neighbor Simpson
told the tale,
his skinny fingers
waving, pointing to that
spot where the springs
flow to create that
small
creek
that place
where dreams are
formed.

A poem for you
tonight
Sugar Camp Hollow
Passenger Creek,
them rebs,
that gold,

and I pause beside this spring
of remembrance

this moment is
a thin stream of water
flowing
from a tiny spring
somewhere

Permission Poem by Summer Breeze

PERMISSION
Summer Breeze recites with David Jackson on guitar 🙂

 

my body was cold & shivered& shivered & shivered until it was warm
tears fell & fell & fell till they were gone
my campfire says “It is good to know cold.”
the full moon says “It’s good to know empty.”
the refugees say
“carry a child & you can go on”
i say
body, you have my permission to shiver
all the fears learned in childhood
shiver out the fear of the Unknown
make a lighter heart of company
meet a stranger with no stranger eyes
Heads or tails?
no
just arms & legs winding, walking
directing
this non-play no one applauds
this long stretch home
we all want home
a comfort zone of just being
a hand to hold & know we’re not alone
circles joining circles
making heads & tails of light enough
to heal a tattered heart
Edy Lou Benjamin

Summer Breeze (Edy Lou Benjamin) is the founder of Motherbird.com (Moongate). She is the motherbird for all poets.

She has lived her words:

Seeking World and Personal Peace Through Poetry

 Summer’s Poetry   /   to Moongate
 

Musicians needed for poetry

Poetry with Music

Andy Derryberry and I started recording our music with with poetry 12 years ago. How prolific poetry with music is! The poet can write a poem a day, a good musician can compose a musical short piece every day.  As a comparison, a songwriter cannot write a good song a month. In a shorter time than you might think we accumulated a wealth of recordings. I will be presenting these because they make such a good post with the words and the music.

I hope to do more.

Hope is not a plan

So here is another plan. If you are a  musician who can  react to a poem as you read it. Contact me and let’s add some music to poems. The pay is commensurate with the income which for a poet is usually between zero and nothing whatsoever. The world, quite frankly is playing video games and doesn’t give a hoot. It’s not their fault. So do something for art’s sake. Maybe some future archaeologist  will find our work.

david michael jackson    july 11, 2012   editors@artvilla.com … send the muse