Yttrium, from the “Periodic Table of Poetry” series (#39, Y) by Chicago poet Janet Kuypers

Yttrium

Janet Kuypers

from the “Periodic Table of Poetry” series (#39, Y)
7/14/13

Recently NASA sent a rocket
to collide with a comet
to gather comet dust,
so they could learn about comets,
which contain the primordial parts
of what started this solar system.

A compact disc bearing my name
was mounted on the impactor
spacecraft shot into space
on this Deep Impact mission.

Although this was the first NASA
mission with my name on it,
it was also the first NASA mission
to learn about what’s deep inside
a comet.

The rocket combustion chamber
that shot this impactor spacecraft
on it’s collision course
with Comet Tempel 1,
had a silver-colored lining
of an alloy of nickel, chromium,
aluminum and Yttrium.
Yttrium makes sense, because
Yttrium has been used
in places from MRI scanners
(to help us heal)
to CRT tubes on TV sets
(to help us see).
Yttrium makes element
compounds stronger
(good for stellar travel)…
Besides, the fact that Yttrium
is colorless, odorless,
and not naturally magnetic
gives it an added plus
while being a part of the launching
of the rocket I tacked my name onto
when looking for a comet.
It’ll help us see more than
what’s inside our bodies, or
what a cathode ray tube could —
it may help us see
where we came from
in this solar system too.

Squirrels and Hiding Places

squirrel poem

“Sciuridae” by Chicoutimi (montage)KarakalAndiWNational Park Serviceen:User:Markus KrötzschThe Lilac Breasted RollerNico Conradie from Centurion, South AfricaHans HillewaertSylvouilleNational Park Service – Own work. Licensed under Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 via Wikimedia Commons – http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Sciuridae.jpg#mediaviewer/File:Sciuridae.jpg

Ol’ River Stomp | Drew Clayton | Video and Lyrics

Song by Drew Clayton

Lyrics by John Eagle

Mastered by Edro

Video by David Michael Jackson

Old River Stomp 2014 Artvilla.com/The Orchard

Buy at Itunes


Ole River Stomp

Ole River is quiet
Early Saturday morn
The mist is rising
At the break of dawn
With the sounds of the cypress
Whispering in the wind
And the rippling waters
Well, it sounds like a church hymn

The fires are banked high
Like flickering lamps
The morning rite
Begins on another day
Foggy Mountain Breakdown
Plays on the radio
The frogs are burping
In the Ole River way

Chorus
It’s an Ole River morning
The very best kind
The water is waiting
The perch are on the rise

There’s Uncle Joe
He’s the captain of the ship
He wields his jiggin’ pole
Like a buggy whip
His cork disappears
Like acorns in a well
Here’s another fish
And a story to tell

The ice box is filled
Mounting with perch
On Sunday morning
We’ll be singing in church
Night descends
On the Ole River shores
With sounds of frying fish
And slamming screen doors

Chorus
It’s an Ole River morning
The very best kind
The water is waiting
The perch are on the rise
You can’t never tell
When we’ll be back again
But you can just bet
We will see you then

ol'river