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Number Thirteen
The most abundant of its kind,
Though it never would be free.
Once imperfect, but now made pure.
No magnetism, no spark,
Silvery-white and desirable.
Strong, yet light,
It melts, it boils, it bends.
Found where food is made, and decorations hung.
Once high-priced, but worth every cent,
Now commonly used inexpensively.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who is it that makes you shine?
(Aluminum.) |
By Ariana O'Rafter |
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Aluminium
You are a dull silver metal
Very soft, lightweight, and ductile
You don’t sparkle and don’t corrode
Han Cristian Orsted produced you in 1825
You weren’t purified until 1827
Long before then you were used
You helped the Romans cure their wounds
Melting for you takes 660°C
You need more to boil, 2519°C to be exact
From Airplanes to soda cans to bicycles
You are there time and time again
Its nice to have aluminum in our modern day lives
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By John Zandler |
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A rare natural resource, yet easy to produce
Lightweight, silver, non-sparkling, a malleable metal.
Unable to melt until the temperature hits 660.25˚C
Most plentiful metal in Earth’s crust
It was discovered in 1925 by Hans Christian Oersted
Name changed many times to Alum, Aluminium, and Aluminum
Unless it was 2467˚C it wouldn’t boil
Made pure in 1827 by Friedrich Wohler
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By Kelly Hubbs |
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You're so light weight, how can you survive?
recycling moments from others lives.
Your made into planes
especially trains
you were found in 1825
when a guy named Hans Christian Oersted was alive
you can mostly be found in the kitchen
rapped up in some left over chicken
you can be reconized by your color
even though yours might be duller
you start out as a core
but could end up at the bottum of a door |
By Tiffany Walvick |
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Aluminum
Aluminum foil
Comes from the soil
it is made into planes
and especially trains
it comes from bauxite
that is found in the earth’s crust
and it does not rust.
Its atomic number is thirteen
And its neutrons is fourteen
It was found in 1825
When a guy named Hans Christian Oersted was alive
But he did not survive
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By Stan mulady |
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All the Aluminium
One must always recycle aluminium
The stuff that makes your cans of coke.
One must always be one with aluminium
They might make ships out of it
but then maybe they don't.
It appears that I have much to learn
About Aluminium
My Aluminium
Our Aluminium
World.
(But its not as if you can loan a book out and expect to be a professional Aluminium poet overnight) |
By Peter Buckley |
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Aluminum
How, in every visible way, you shine
As if the stars in your wake align
Almost impossible to malign
But just below where you shine, you burn
Although I know it, I never learn
Just goes to show that I can't discern
Aluminum to me
Aluminium to some
You can shine like silver all you want
But you're just Aluminum
Illuminating just what you want to show
You'd never rust, but I'd never know
You can't be trusted, I can't let go
Aluminum to me
Aluminium to some
You can shine like silver all you want
But you're just Aluminum
Every time you're here, I forget
When you leave, you leave only regret
Every time you're here, I forget
Everything
You're so lightweight, how can you survive?
Recycling moments from others' lives
You're not as precious as you contrive
Aluminum to me
Aluminium to some
You can shine like silver all you want
But you're just Aluminum
Yeah, you're just Aluminum...
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By Mmm_ Pie |
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Joy to you little fish
Wholesome, now no longer solitary
Genuine, you cling around me as a second skin
Warmly caressing my every edge
Content in the apparent standstill
Timidly bringing forth your desires
I do no more than become spectator
As all my dearest wishes animate themselves before my eyes
In the form of your conquest of me
Time and again I find myself relentlessly submitting under your penetrating reign
Petals have fallen, a lifecycle regenerated as a new bulb takes sway
A foreboding aluminum Daedalus lifts me from my haven,
Returning me to the dull of ordinary
Uniform likeness with little separation from two distincts
Two little fish swimming in segregated ponds
Where they once coincided,
A receding figure in the background awaiting new alignment
Countless painful transitions and tedious segways
The relocated creatures all the while still living
Yet an invisible scar etched in each
Commemorating glories of past, each a new lesson learned
What is to be done with this knowledge cannot be foretold
The indecisive echoes of one’s conscience shall not be analyzed
Yet its mark will take effect in the manner of reverberating ripples
Disrupting the tranquil waters of all three ponds |
By Angie |
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Aluminum Haiku
Recycle me please,
Forever in transition,
a lonely metal. |
By Fish |
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That's A Reynold's Wrap
I can't help but sit and wonder,
at the pup who stole my thunder,
at the germ-retardant cur
who did me in.
It's so obvious it's over,
I'm responsible for Rover,
horking up and dying on
the garbage bin.
And although I'm feeling bluish,
I'll be fair and say it's truish,
that the job you're doing makes
me bear and grin.
For Aluminum it's only,
that my shelf life makes me lonely,
salmonella's gone and made
old Tin a sin.
And just because I fed the West,
it doesn't mean you're not the best,
for after all we're either ore
beneath the skin. |
By D.Blanchard |
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