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6 Carbon
You say the fire has died
and there is nothing left
between us but a lump of coal.
Well, then let’s light up the grill!
I’ll throw on some burgers
and some corn-anything organic.
No, you say. You’d rather save
your energy for those vague
black drawings you smear now
across the page. What’s happened?
You used to be so creative, turning
the man of iron into the man of
steel. Remember those ten
million collaborations of yours?
Remember how you used to give
me diamonds? Now you toss me
something made of plastic. Are you still
upset that you missed the big bang,
when so many of your friends
were there? I’m sorry: You would
have been the life of the party.
I’m sorry: Back then, I just wasn’t
thinking. Believe me, it was a spontaneous
affair. Who knew it would form such
a black hole between us? But that
was years ago! I was hoping you would
let it go, but you keep bringing it up,
expanding the story every time. Look,
I have to tell you this: I need you,
more than you can imagine. You are
my very heart and soul. My friends
tell me I depend on you too much,
that when you’re around, you mess up
the whole atmosphere. They say you’re
the hardest one to get along with, and
that you’ve been with everyone on the planet.
I know, I tell them, but I don’t care if
you fool around. No matter how dark it gets,
I say, I just can’t stop dating you.
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By nathan long |
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Name of my element is Carbon
Its symbol is C,
Everyone uses it somewhere,
Including you and me.
Anywhere you go
It makes a joint,
3823K is called
its melting point.
Its electron configuration is
2s Square and p Square
I tell you this carbon thing is
Almost Everywhere... |
By Raji Kaur |
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Carbon, the Champion
Carbon is the element that is the basis
Of all organic life in all places
It can bond with elements, that's a fact
Over ten million compounds to be exact
When united with a substance like air
Carbon dioxide is created, which is used to prepare
The growth of plants. And when Carbon is combined
With Hydrogen, fuels are made. Diamonds and Graphite are a kind
Of Carbon, where Diamonds are the hardest ever known
And a softer substance than Graphite is unknown
Carbon also has the highest melting grade
And Carbon cannot be artificially made.
Yes, Carbon is truly a great thing
And it should be declared the elemental king. |
By Michael Carungi |
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Carbon
You are one great element
An element that is tetravalent
You’re so very common and nonmetallic
Plus you have many forms that are allotropic
Your atomic number is six
With almost every other element, you mix.
The number of your compounds is about ten million.
You’ve been found on comets and on the sun.
You’ve got the highest melting point on the table
And by yourself, you’re not very stable
At room temperature, you are always a solid,
But at 3500 degrees Celsius, you become a liquid.
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By Mark Beal |
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There's carbon and there's 'carbonate.'
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GOING SOLO
Man must not be satisfied with observation, analysis, inference-he must become for the time being what he wants to understand. -A.R. Entwhistle, The Study of Poetry, 1928.
He was, in short, as all men of greatest imagination must be, many sided and of many moods, not set stiffly as most of us are...but most fluid in his swift adaptability and responsiveness... -Caroline Spurgeon, Shakespeare’s Imagery, 1935.
A poet, though he must be a sensitive instrument need not be a weather cock...He can possess an identity of his own before allowing it to be momentarily possessed. Otherwise he is at the mercy of circumstances, of any...fleeting impulse...Identification may be a willed identification, a temporary loss of one’s own self for the sake of the poem...For surrender of some kind still remains a pre-requisite of poetry. No poet can find himself in creation without losing himself. The act of poetry is an act of love. -Clive Sansom, The World of Poetry: Poets and Critics of the Art and Functions of Poetry, Phoenix House, London, 1959, p.92.
You had to do this sort of thing
if you were going to survive
in a classroom or out in society,
or you’d break into pieces.
crack from stiffened sensibilities,
for it was a world of punitive rebuttals
and your job was to facilitate, facilitate,
facilitate, a buzz-word as early as 1965
where you came from. You’d become
a man for all seasons, as far as you were able,
chameleon, felt about as poetical
as a fine-ore-bin-winch or an Eskimo kid
with a runny nose, always filling some other body,
identity rolling about from Baffin Land
to Zeehan(where did you say that was?),
annihilated--and I was--broken into pieces
in Whitby when electrodes spun me out,
freaked out in Ballarat out on the open road,
could have killed myself, but didn’t; finally
brought in all the spaces, tidied it all up
while listening to Bob Seager on something new:
lithium carbonate.
Identity could now consolidate: what am I?
Where is my centre? Who am I? Being me?
By 1995 had had enough facilitation, verbal
interaction to drown in the ocean, thankfully.
I’d been an ace, a winner, one of the best,
far away from here as well and now, like
an old pilot, I wanted to hang up my wings,
my hat and start travelling solo and facilitate
myself forever. But alas, alas, this I could not do:
I had to lose myself for more than I had bargained
for back then, in ‘62, when pioneering took me
to the next town. Poetry, too, is an act of love.
Ron Price
19 September 1995
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By RonPrice |
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Carbon
Your atomic number is 6
You're cool in three different forms
Fullerines, graphite, and diamond
You've been around for so long
but by who is still unknown
You make diamond look good
and car rims look hot
You combine with hydrogen, oxygen, nitrogen and many more
Even though you're worth alot today
Your still put in good use. |
By Bella Khaimova |
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carbon
stars are the creation of it
many things rely upon it
it creates many beautiful things
it can make any where from tools
to being responsible for making diamond rings
with the hardness of 0.8 mohs
it can break ground where all was lost
when mining you can find it
in many forms it keeps you warm
when you sit and light it
coals, tools, stars and diamonds
no matter how you look at it the top dog is carbon |
By chelsea |
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Diamonds of great clarity
(a 60th wedding anniversary sonnet, for LS & FS)
The years have myriad facets: of moment, of eternity,
of history, and hopeful nights, and days of fears
when all reflective powers did strain to gather certainty.
We are women, we are men, our nature is to see and hear
symphonic lights and rise above mundanity and doubt.
Some rise further and more often, and inspire us with their light --
we marvel at the modesty with which they shine it out,
and, unfaithful, each time we wonder at the brevity of night.
These facets are like windows into lives lived in prosperity
of spirit, or else in poverty of soul. But as we peer
inside our lives, the limit of our aspect always rears
its shadow; only friends can supplement the memory
of good folk, by praising for unceasing hospitality,
and love, kindness, strength, tenderness, fidelity and clarity.
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By Pip Wilson |
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Ode to Carbon
Oh Carbon! Woman's best friend
Without you, love would not end.
You are the source of life on earth
Without you, we would not be
There would be no 'you' and no more 'me'.
Carbon is a woman's best friend-
The ring on her finger, that sparkles and shines
That costs man plenty (along with the wine and the dine)
Is made from diamond, a bright shining carbon
The hardest form (of which there are plenty)
From carbon (like pencils which mark and which grade)
To diamonds and such-like, a rich variety.
A truly useful element, oh carbon, you are
At the heart of the planet
And many a star! |
By Kathryn Cresswell |
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Carbon
You, who built the bones
of my father from yourself,
inspired him to run with me
on muddy March days,
tripping in the mess of you;
I could not be so grateful.
But it was also you
who withered those bones
and tore them down like shingles,
split and streaked with breaks;
left him to die without pride
or a chance to run again.
I cannot defy you,
for you gave his smile
and scarred cheek,
scratched from branches
bullying his brow;
but the human in me
will not forgive. |
By Shaun |
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