"tantalum" poems - Hello Poetry

"Calcium Phosphorus Oxygen Iodine Sodium Sulfur Tantalum Dysprosium. Oxygen Radium, Protactinium Radium Manganese Nickel Sodium Potassium Oxygen."

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Aug 5, 2014

Aug 5, 2014 at 4:27 AM UTC

hiKo-zero1

hiddin' meaning ^_^

"Calcium Phosphorus Oxygen Iodine Sodium Sulfur Tantalum Dysprosium. Oxygen Radium, Protactinium Radium Manganese Nickel Sodium Potassium Oxygen."

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we're bombarded by the American Dream but what we fail to realize is that to dream, you have to be asleep but remember, your soul is your own to keep False consciousness runs rampant through the world Ninety percent of American media owned by the same five companies makes TV and the news seem so mundane but when I think, I realize it's all of us to blame the only power the system has is what we give we need to let go of hate, and let live when in Rome you step outside your comfort zone, and when you expand your horizons, the whole world can make you feel alone, what I've come to realize is there is so much more than this when we die all of our fear gives way to bliss and on that spiritual transformation we can let go of what we miss In each of our crowns lies the infinite and we know that it doesn't matter, all the petty **** According to Marx, economy is the root of society and in capitalism, our thirst for money is ironic and funny We seek to provide for ourselves and those we love but when we have to much, the hand doesn't fit the glove In every cellphone, laptop, and gaming device lies a mineral mined behind our blind eyes tantalum is mined in the Congo, and in 2000 people were forced from their poor housing to mine this mineral so you and I could get a ps2 from Santa, while they barely got by I've learned even the poorest here, Have opportunities barely realized, We can change the world if we dismantle disguise There is a balance for everything, You can't have capitalism without socialism, our social structure is but a prism

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Feb 17, 2016

Feb 17, 2016 at 1:51 PM UTC

matthew-rousseau

A Nightmare in Capitalism

we're bombarded by the American Dream but what we fail to realize is that to dream, you have to be asleep but remember, your soul is your own to keep False consciousness runs rampant through the world Ninety percent of American media owned by the same five companies makes TV and the news seem so mundane but when I think, I realize it's all of us to blame the only power the system has is what we give we need to let go of hate, and let live when in Rome you step outside your comfort zone, and when you expand your horizons, the whole world can make you feel alone, what I've come to realize is there is so much more than this when we die all of our fear gives way to bliss and on that spiritual transformation we can let go of what we miss In each of our crowns lies the infinite and we know that it doesn't matter, all the petty **** According to Marx, economy is the root of society and in capitalism, our thirst for money is ironic and funny We seek to provide for ourselves and those we love but when we have to much, the hand doesn't fit the glove In every cellphone, laptop, and gaming device lies a mineral mined behind our blind eyes tantalum is mined in the Congo, and in 2000 people were forced from their poor housing to mine this mineral so you and I could get a ps2 from Santa, while they barely got by I've learned even the poorest here, Have opportunities barely realized, We can change the world if we dismantle disguise There is a balance for everything, You can't have capitalism without socialism, our social structure is but a prism

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In between the crevasse, the edges of two fingers, Two boldly jutting stingers perpendicularly putting A slick gripping upon a slim tantalum cigarette, A discreet bayonette from weapons that should have kept Their secrets, saved their wars, retained their scores To themselves, mourned in their shells, sat in the corners of their skin and bone cells, Weeping through fingernails. The acid cannot wave between the lips, Absorbed, contained inside their grips, Decidedly encased inside like bottled ships That cannot sail from inside a deafly, deathly speaking slip. Those circled, muscled sinking feelings Driven cold by air, the scarab dealings Flying flus, thus rabid reelings, Blades cantankerous on wings revealing. Bottled, at stop, on gums that go. Bottled razorlings, at stop, on gums that go.

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Sep 11, 2013

Sep 11, 2013 at 4:56 PM UTC

joseph-ashley-eaton

Untitled

In between the crevasse, the edges of two fingers, Two boldly jutting stingers perpendicularly putting A slick gripping upon a slim tantalum cigarette, A discreet bayonette from weapons that should have kept Their secrets, saved their wars, retained their scores To themselves, mourned in their shells, sat in the corners of their skin and bone cells, Weeping through fingernails. The acid cannot wave between the lips, Absorbed, contained inside their grips, Decidedly encased inside like bottled ships That cannot sail from inside a deafly, deathly speaking slip. Those circled, muscled sinking feelings Driven cold by air, the scarab dealings Flying flus, thus rabid reelings, Blades cantankerous on wings revealing. Bottled, at stop, on gums that go. Bottled razorlings, at stop, on gums that go.

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The intraveneous needles pumped their black liquids, and I could feel my eyeballs bulging completely, pathetically to their limits as I extrapolated from the tantalum-covered machine the lifeforce I knew I needed. "You can not breathe here," they always told me before I took my journal past the archway, and I was as good as dead if... It was always if. If the machine broke down, if the communications were broken, if the moon didn't turn half-way just right at the given time. There was a solid thought, though, a recurring idea. "If you make it to Otherside, they're going to call you by name and recognize you. If you make it to Otherside, your cover will be blown," I kept hearing a voice call to me.

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Feb 21, 2013

Feb 21, 2013 at 4:41 PM UTC

joseph-ashley-eaton

Ten-Minute Freeform No. 2

The intraveneous needles pumped their black liquids, and I could feel my eyeballs bulging completely, pathetically to their limits as I extrapolated from the tantalum-covered machine the lifeforce I knew I needed. "You can not breathe here," they always told me before I took my journal past the archway, and I was as good as dead if... It was always if. If the machine broke down, if the communications were broken, if the moon didn't turn half-way just right at the given time. There was a solid thought, though, a recurring idea. "If you make it to Otherside, they're going to call you by name and recognize you. If you make it to Otherside, your cover will be blown," I kept hearing a voice call to me.

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Uranium Argen aluminum ways Indium my Helium Argen Titanium Berylium lithium Vanadium when Iodine say Iodine Lanthanum Vanadium Uranium potassium tantalum nitrogen xenon barium yttrium helium helium helium

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Sep 26, 2017

Sep 26, 2017 at 9:42 PM UTC

ArthurDKid

Elements of Love

Uranium Argen aluminum ways Indium my Helium Argen Titanium Berylium lithium Vanadium when Iodine say Iodine Lanthanum Vanadium Uranium potassium tantalum nitrogen xenon barium yttrium helium helium helium

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