"plating" poems
I dreamed of going to a ball once, all in red and gold--like Settareh from the old tales.
Only, I had no pari to help me.
My veil was secondhand, my gown plain, and my anklets of paste and plating instead of diamonds and gold.
But there was this boy, you see.
Not a prince, not the captain of a ship or a faerie lord, not a warrior, a healer or a mage...just a boy.
And I had the barest will-o’-the-wisp’s hope that he would dance with me.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 9:44 PM UTC
They stopped making Pennies out of Copper here in the US back in 1982 because it was literally too expensive per Penny to mint them; now they're Zinc with a very thin copper plating.
Pennies made between 1909 and 1982 weigh in at 3.1g: 95% Copper; worth 2.5 Cents.
Pennies made after 1982 weigh in at 2.5g: 97.5% Zinc, 2.5% Copper; worth .45 Cents.
They started to lose Money on the minting of Pennies;
I feel that this is indicative of a deeper-rooted problem
than can be fixed by switching the composition of a Coin.
Pennies now are worth about a fifth of what they were just over Thirty years ago;
Yet they still represent the same integer of Currency.
The American Dollar has seen better days
The American Dollar seems on it's last legs.
Back in the day, money was fixed to mineral values,
but it seems now that Money is in the Eye of the Beholder, rather than the Hand of the Holder.
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 11:13 PM UTC
We count cells by manual methods,
Using the counting chamber,
Plating & colony forming unit count.
We let them be counted automatedly,
Using electrical resistance,
Flow cytometry & image analysis.
Then there is this indirect method too,
Using spectrophotometry we count,
Or even by the impedance microbiology.
Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 6:34 AM UTC
From sixteen to sixty
And all the days in between
From a lassie then a lady
To the woman in my dream
From sketch book to painting
From wondering and waiting
To building and creating
With fireworks and gold plating
From all that you mean
To being my queen
From nowhere to forever
And all the days in between.
May 12, 2021
May 12, 2021 at 7:55 AM UTC
a lone something in the sky
flies near, just by mischance
dazed by the smog,
bowing
and diving
downward
into the parting, cracking,
quaking
bellowing of tar
from the firy, sputtering lungs of these alps
eons worth of cries released in mere mouth-ajar gasps
of the earth diverging and converging
into the debt of always running clean,
running me
always downward,
as in the deep
deep
tessellations of rock
I become.
too still for my own good,
I guess –
another voice on the ash-flow tuffs of
breath to fill the mosaic
of sinewy
stripe-patterned goodbye and bygone
plating into the deep,
deep,
deeper caverns of the unseen sea
slipping off the mantle, an accident with intention,
as an echo caving downward into
nothing,
nothing,
more
nothing
polluting the depths from the palisades,
scripture rupturing lowshore into
surrounding tissues like
igneous stone
dreams of clinks ringing,
of noise
a voice
on the ash-flow tuffs
in the always running-clean water
the purity of which I intercept,
the clear-ness of it;
a sinners window.
through what's left,
I see the clam
another mouth for and of the sea
unseen,
the pearl
as unsoiled as ever
Nov 4, 2021
Nov 4, 2021 at 5:19 PM UTC
It beeps and beeps
Letting me know I'm still alive
Heart pounding strong
Walking up hills and down valleys
Straight lines every now and again
I wonder if you can hear me
The silence of my tongue
Pulsating on the heart monitor
Trying to reassure you that I'll pull through
Beep...beep....beep
Its kind of funny
Robotics copying the sound of my heart
A hollow frame of metallic plating
With scared thoughts hiding on every pulse
I wonder what would happen
If I awoke from this vegetated state
And hugged you
If my brain would function again
And form a three word phrase
But the way the heart monitor is
Shows how slow my heart beats
Shows the seconds I no longer have with you
One more beep
I'll keep it going
Hoping to see your face once more
Hoping I can see joy fall from your eyes
I can't keep going
I hear you reading poems
Talking to both our parents
Trying to find peace as your world fades
I'm sorry I wasn't stronger
To keep myself alive longer
Maybe I can tell you I love you
With the way this heart monitor beats
Let me die, let it beat thrice, let you know
I'll be by your side
Even if there is no afterlife
But dying with your hand in mine
Is a better way then how the paramedics found me
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 11:03 PM UTC
Got two poems up for plating
Lines in layers, piled in waiting
Even if they've been outdated-
That never stopped me baking.
A chocolate-centered senryu
A haiku pastry, maybe two
I'll throw in a little freestyle verse
To feed some hungry youth.
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 3:10 PM UTC
I cringe
watching my daily replay.
My thoughts of change
being just that,
thoughts.
Thought never fully brought forth
into the distant light of reality.
The ceiling mocks me
as I lay in bed
in the depths of the night,
plating seeds of a new day
in infertile soil.
My position here has become one of frustration.
I can't help but laugh
at feeble attempts
of reaching higher ground.
Treading water
here in this
cesspool of stale emotion does not bother me.
I only wish to see the shore.
Dec 26, 2011
Dec 26, 2011 at 3:00 AM UTC
my frame :
a distant composition
of cellophane
a streak in stained-glass
clear cut plating
throbbing romance
possibly waiting
your agapē is my canopy
an all-koinonia embrace
don’t leave me
stranded
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 12:11 AM UTC
he is a robotic man
clad in a suit or iron
which is the only thing
anchoring him to this place
foot steps leave dents in the ground
huge heaving strides
a step with a purpose
cold to the touch
filled with dangerous mechanisms
only vulnerable on the inside
but nobody can crack the plating
pulled by magnetic fields
He is lifeless
tight like a nerve
charging up passionate energy
which comes out in laser beam explosions
a sentinel
less human with every sunset
he puts mankind
in his cross hairs
and opens fire
an Iron man
who was once
simply,
just a man
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 9:53 AM UTC
Leaden feet
Soul heavy
Constriction wracks my chest
Eyesight fading out at best
Every step
Burdens me
Drowing out my screams
They don't know what i mean
Cold are we
Faceless sea
The crowd is sundered
With a sound of thunder
Chemical feeling
Rising faster
Black metal plating
Hidden by color
Nausea knowlage
Turning over
Sterile and voiceless
Overpowered
The second freezes and the door explodes
One or two to every home
The crowd plays on
A silver show
And all of mine
are on their own
Masqurade
The masks are on
Every sillable
of every song
The Loss of feeling
I have no doubt
And they are carried off
A few rounds pop off
The music stops
For a split second order holds everyone still as stone
Then my life is taken before my naked eyes
And I wake up here, alone, surrounded by the flock
My heart has been torn from my chest
God give me strength
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 1:31 AM UTC
To be unable to sleep without a drink in my system
To be unable to feel love, but seek it
To not know what beholds for me
But crave something
I feel so incredibly alone,
Summer is over and my birthday is tomorrow
I feel so low, all time low
I need something to believe in,
A war to fight for
To serve a purpose other than plating overpriced proteins
I feel stuck, unable to get myself out of this rut
It is 6 in the morning and I haven't slept yet
Im not tired
Falling skies and exposed bricks
Life has proven to be hard for me
I feel it all, everything I've done wrong
But I just cant let love feel
I am so incredibly alone
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 9:23 AM UTC
Holy Roman Empire
and its Hakenkreuz.
I hear it in my spirit,
It starts to fall,
Flake even.
In open areas of sylvan and pastoral jazz.
On the iron plating of
Spandau, situated at
The confluence of the Havel and Spree.
Along the rails of "we the children from
Zoo Station."
Inside the books about
Katharina, the burned out postmaster.
And at no daylight, no time frame
—the Final Solution, Auschwitz.
I hear it in my spirit,
It starts to fall,
Tell me how I fear it.
Do we buy hatred for our health?
Is it really worth the taste?
Nov 16, 2020
Nov 16, 2020 at 8:47 AM UTC
and i'm the dumb one that said
you weren't dumb
and you were the intelligent
one that said hello,
may as well enjoy the rocky
mountains with mt. rushmore
shave; to keep it all under wraps
of a hollywood movie that
never made it from scripts.
yeah you asked to be treated as dumb,
and i asked to be treated as a wizard,
evidently both of us became middle class
debates on parenting:
white man's neck muscles became
black girl's hypnotic celluloid hip arsenal,
and i faked a combo of each in comparison:
while rolling a wine barrel
up a steep hill for a laughing horse
in exchange for three magic kidneys
that were categorised
as baked bean & ****** oh lawd the giant
came from the heights,
with the magic goose ******** out golden
swastikas rather than eggs of date printed 1933,
holocaust unknown khaki shirts prior the schwarzhemd
recycled for marble marrow statues,
like gold carat plating of statues with beneath
only cheap metal... but then the atomic authenticity
measuring cylinder in u-turn to provoke
such animate extension into theory of inanimate things
that animate things provoked inanimate things to ask
whether the one promise be worth blind acceptance
or eyed destruction via logic itemising in coupling
of two base words - after all neither psyche or logic are
acidic words... they're base words... but coupling two
base words leaves an aftermath of acidic reactionaries
more prone than the singleton word **** that's acidic.
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 7:16 PM UTC
It’s still lurking, always waiting
These thoughts intruding can’t be ignored
Coming and going yet still no abating.
After so long, surely it must be fading;
But with one odd cue to be suddenly restored;
No, it’s still there, lurking, always waiting.
Coating sight with its own bleak plating,
Is there some strange goal it aims toward,
With this coming and going but no abating?
With its grim dusk so many times shading,
Stealing moments you dearly afford.
It’s still there lurking, always waiting.
Where does it hide between its fierce invading?
So silent and sure wherever it’s shored,
As it keeps coming and going yet not abating
Anything for respite is up for trading,
But such a perk it never would award
No, always it will be there lurking, waiting,
Relentlessly coming and going, but never abating.
Dec 20, 2011
Dec 20, 2011 at 7:51 PM UTC
An oyster’s grit accumulating
new layers of aragonite
and calcite, contributing, plating
the growing bright translucent white
and crystalizing hard, pellucid
wan pearl – that forms within the mucid
molluscan slimy dank inside –
a creamy gem is calcified.
Diaphanous and lustrous jewel
or septic and necrotic stone
that’s like a canker which has grown
into an opulent fat spherule?
A pearl forms round a piece of grit,
my childhood at the heart of it.
Dec 17, 2024
Dec 17, 2024 at 2:42 PM UTC
Where do those eyes lye
Eyes oh, those Eyes that do lye dry in the lines of gazing sites. Your consistent Admiration deserves consideration and the universe eyes lyes on participation now that deserves admiration
Sensation- from not 1, not from 2,but from 3 over standing conversations that left the room stimulating. Con-tem-plating while de-bating.Just waiting for Simple
convertstating.
But
That haha turns into lol's as the universe embraces atmosphere. Activating all neurons to a 100% complete to the tip of the peer. Hidden behind glass jars next to fancy fenced out bars of just a star. A star wanting to be a galaxy and burst into a Cosmo-ess erosion.
Pause. The time is here. The time is near. Soon the 9 will appear. The Eye hops in the grass no more i can say I have much sense now. And you see, my reach is ****** and the gap between know- ledge is exactly what might make me take this leap......
On to the streets of not giving a
**** In too deep. The universe does not sleep, only peeps. Peeps from the nest. The best in the highest tree. Mountain top minds that measures divine!
She just wants to be Words written on blank spaces....everywhere in time...... Its time..................
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 5:29 PM UTC
Spanish proverb " the belly rules the mind " ..
Let's start then..
Firstly you must have all the ingredients ready
Your mind ( as per you )
Imagination 50gms
Dreams 20 gms
Inspiration 30 gms
Feelings 100 gms
Now
Rinse your mind thoroughly
With universal calmness
And marinate with sanity
Next
Butter it up forever
With inspiration
Make sure it's lucid
Now again
Create a wrapping of feelings
Careful add the least hate
And let it heat in the oven of trials
That's enough not more than a lifetime
Very important the plating
Take a clean sheet of life
Lay it over carefully
garnish with your experiences
And I guess that's ready
THE PERFECT RECIPE!
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC
Melancholy at ease.
no matter what there is no peace.
a country full of sugar coating. bleeding tears covered by toxic plating.
Fools inherit the sweetest alibi.
yet behind that is a darkest lie.
the king's tyranny makes it's supporters greedy.
But the people starve they become needy.
False hope came like wildfire.
Injustice flows to the river as pure as sapphire.
Kingdom price gives nothing but hunger strike.
Lost in greed impaled by a poisonous pike.
Kings and queens pampered with luxury.
while the people suffered from poverty.
Piracy as revolution.
To the poor with no solution.
Cries of the people unheard.
Working to become a freebird.
A broken rosary tainted by sweet hatred.
The ruler's behavior symbolizes putrid.
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 8:06 AM UTC
*Why must we fall even when there's none to catch us?
Why?
Is love a blessing or a curse?
Is it truth or lie?
Why must we lose our hearts to their breakers?
To little palms that will ultimately release them aground
Why must we be seekers?
Why do we only feel at peace with another soul around?
Why must we spend sleepless nights contemplating
Who our hearts whole shall mend?
Why not opt for self electro-plating?
So that we own hard metallic hearts to the end?
Why do we embrace vulnerability in the name of being human?
Why is passion such an embraced tumor?*
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 11:31 AM UTC
distorted slop fed through a Marshall stack
attacking power cords with abhorrent abandon
random lyrics of pain based guilt
quilted the patchwork of ******* jocks
and played out arena rock
Kool-Aid dye job and slobbish hand-me-downs
earth tones, greens and browns
and drowning in the Northwest rain
insane solos played eating Rollo’s enslaved
to paved roads and dope fiend modes
Kurt’s hurt and flannel shirt
lifted the dirt off my heart
and set me apart from the sheep faced
high school mistakes
faking tans to look
totally Spring Break
holding onto hate and plating
fate next to kale chips and goose pate’
fame gorged but a porridge boy
knows no joy under the employ
of capitalism……
answer in hand the shot rang
and one million tear-eyed teens
sang
sad songs of pain and lament
replaying images
of a ****** prophet, heaven sent –
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 11:00 AM UTC
Rage is the emotion with a love plating.
Knowing I can't make her love me the way that she used to kills me in everyway. She stays with me, she holds on, for what I don't know.
We patch the hole in our relationship, but down the road the tear grows bigger... deeper. The words become more hurtful, the fights go on forever. Neither of us want to surrender, so the war continues. I'm not half the man I used to be, yet she hangs on to the man that is dead in me for dear life. Is this love?
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 1:41 AM UTC
Descended stars nestle in the trees outside the stadium
supplemental moonlight whitewashes the locusts
pearly lines linger on the tar black sea
crickets creak on the screen door of summer.
Round white stars swirl in elderberry blackness.
Stare. Long enough to see them meet head on
Collide. Spinning in slow motion
celestial pinballs sliding across exploding endless night
shattering sparks that rise gold
Embers into purple shaded trees
falling in silver
plating the grass to face the amaranthine dawn
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 7:22 AM UTC