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Lithium
Silver as can be
silver in the battery
silver of my luiminous shining foil
Lithium to the battery
Lithium to us
Luiminous as you could ever be
Silver is what you arne'nt
Lithium is what you are
silver as can be
yes it is to the battery
I love this battery you are in |
By Rg |
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Lithium
Police have pulled
you over,
Disguised as a
four leaf clover;
" A Speedy Transaction
in the Autobon of Cells."
Lithium! Lithiulm!
Catalytic Converter!
Convert! Catalyse!
This Speed Racer!
Daze of plain sky
Switch to
Refirbished Transmission
Gift Me
High Scores
While Leaving Emissions
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By Summer Booth |
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• Your description says you’re silvery, white and grey.
• And you take the head pains away
• You run the technology of today
• And make like a grand and easy day
• Discovered by Johann Arfvedson
• Your boiling point is 356.97.
• You mold easy like clay
• Your Greek name means “stone”
• Stockholm, Sweden is your home
• Known as the lightest metal
• Found in igneous rocks
• You are Lithium!
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By Rhoads Ellsworth |
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Lithium
(from Greek: lithos: stone)
It seems a tragedy,
your age, born
in the first
minutes of the
universe. No wonder
you are found
in the flesh of
goats who wail
into the center
of time. Though
you are half
the weight
of water, I've
known people turn
insane, drinking
from our springs.
Others have come
back from their chaos,
touched by your light-
ness, the weight
on their shoulders
lifted like a
stone. |
By Nathan Long |
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Life as Lithium is not that great
Why you may ask?
Well, I felt free and at home once
In my igneous rock
Until all the dumb Homo sapiens
(Especially Johann Arvedsen)
Decided that its time
For me to move
And make myself useful.
Where did I move was not that great
For it’s always about their stupid needs
To move me to places like batteries
Microwaves, other heat-transferring appliances
And even pills.
Oh, how I loathed it.
I miss being a soft, silver white metal
Who was the lightest metal of them all
Oh, I miss being in my igneous rock,
That I call home.
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By Vicki Chang |
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By tina |
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THE LONER
I used to visit people in the evenings and at the weekend to cultivate their friendship, sew seeds or just seek out simple companionship. By the time I was in my forties this habit became less conspicuous. By my fifties it was nearly absent from my lifestyle. Occasionally, though, someone called me on the phone wanting to get together. I was usually quite responsive, for I sensed that they both wanted and needed my company. This happened about once a month. In addition to this personal social life there is the social life of my family with other families, my job and Baha’i community life. These aspects of the social are separate. In my private time, freed from my family, professional and social responsibilities, I have become a loner. -Ron Price, 11:55 pm, 30 December, 1995, Rivervale WA.
Poetry and religion each have their own purpose and value. But if we could search for the experiences which produced them...we might find ourselves exploring, if not the same ground, at least territories very close together. -Clive Sansom, Poetry and Religious Experience, 1948.
They have a nice garden here,
could be one of the better hotels,
but seeing everyone spaced out,
just a little over-ripe, over-done,
or so underdone they could be
sleep-walkers still in their dreams,
reminds me this is a place
for the burnt-out cases.
I’d been one myself several times
and one gets to know the signs:
the reasons are usually complicated.
Here I just say hello
and give people a lot of space.
The traffic humms not far off
just to remind me that normality
is not far away
even if one is burnt-out.
The tidy BBQ, benches and tables
tell me this is one of the smaller,
human spots for the mentally ill,
none of that institutional alienation
and paranoia of the big places.
We talk about: religion, the USA, TV, sex,
my poem, his piano playing, the routines here.
We have tea and donuts, sit on the swings,
go to his room, walk on the porch.
They give me stellazine. It’s pretty good,
but I go way down after lunch.
It’s like going to hell and back everyday.
He looks a little tired: try twenty years
of manic-depression and schizophrenia
off-and-on, to strain the facial muscles.
Masturbating gave him relief just before
I came in for our periodic visit.
Been up now for 13 hours.
Have they tried lithium? I suppose your case
is so much more complicated.
I suppose they know what they’re doing.
The willow trees blow gently in the light breeze.
It’s a balmy evening in summer, late December.
The leaves caress the air.
An air-conditioner comes on
reminding me this is summer in Australia.
The nurse prepares Matthew’s small cocktail.
She has a warm vitality,
a pepsodent tooth-paste smile
and she plays the flute, of all things!
You have only 700,000 hours
to make the most of it, Ron.
And mine is 70% over,
if you’re figuring on an eighty year
lifetime, Matthew. I give him a big hug
at my car door and think about
the greatest journey in life--
to relieve the sorrow-laden heart.
I don’t make many of this sort of journey
these days, except when invited
and only when it’s convenient. I’ve become a loner.
Ron Price
30 December 1995
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By RonPrice |
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Lithium
You soothe my speeding head.
As my pace will never slow,
Without your loving silver,
To refresh my manic mind!
Stabilize my erratic self.
I am depression, in its true state.
I am the ultimate delusion,
You can change my fate.
The creative have always used you:
To balance their thoughts, or as a piece of art.
You are the hero’s hero.
Society owes you tremendous gratitude.
You run our modern world,
The electronics depend on your ultimate power.
Much longer than the old,
You are the King of our technological world.
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By Shanae Gruening |
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With each sunrise comes each pill
And with each heartbeat comes each thrill.
An open door to a better day
It’s what we take that makes us pay.
Lithium can take our pains away
It can make us blank
It can mold us just like clay,
Hold us to the brink,
turn us from the gray.
To charge our cars
And energize what’s ours
That’s what keeps the world
From falling straight apart.
Without our good old lithium,
We wouldn’t have our power,
It’s what keeps the stars from falling,
It’s that which brings them to their knees.
This is our lithium,
Not a creature of the sky,
Used to get you through your day,
One more tool to form a high,
One more tool
To make a grand old end of Way.
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By Aerin Mednansky |
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Float
Lithium makes me
float.
She calls me up
through the fire
out above the
clouds
against the soft
caressing kiss
of the stars
and their
blanket of night.
Lithium makes me
float.
with her smile
and giggle.
she squabbles often
with nothing even
remotely real.
and she follows
me.
Lithium makes me
float.
and on her eyes
I could sail all day. |
By Micaela Barrett |
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Lithium
Every day
she takes the pill:
pill goes in mouth, water
goes in mouth, pill
is down.
Without it she'd fly apart:
in all directions she'd be
running, frantic
shopping, talking too fast,
starting the Next Big Thing
That Would Not Be Finished.
Eventually, like a bulb
burned too bright, she'd go dark: days
slow, in bed, hardly moving
crying, crying,
waiting hopeless
for the next fast time. |
By Tucker Estron |
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Lithium
What would happen
if you were transmuted
into Lithium?
You would be
sweet on my tongue,
apt seasoning for
all of my moods.
Only you could quench
that peculiar desire,
because I have acquired
such a need for you.
You would be
an essential element
of my daily diet.
Without you
I would wither,
spirit dry, hope brittle.
And should I ever overdose,
then I would still stand,
limbs trembling,
heart racing,
eyes bright,
craving more. |
By David Wenger-Keller |
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