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Sodium

Sodium was discovered in 1807
Its atomic number is 11
I am slave to the taste of salt
But I’m an addict, so it isn’t my fault
Discovered by Humphrey Dvey, titled Sir
A novel discovery every one can concur
A soft, silvery metal and a low melting point
When it comes to reactivity it doesn’t disappoint
Part of the Alkali Metals
3 is its Period
Its most popular bond is with chlorine
The result enhances all cooking
Common table salt is quite adaptable
By shirin zirkiyeva

Sodium was discovered in 1807
Its atomic number is eleven
Discovered by Humphrey Davy, titled Sir
A novel discovery, everyone can concur
He isolated it from dry molten sodium hydroxide
The idea that potassium and sodium are identical, was denied
A soft, silvery metal and a low melting point
When it comes to reactivity it doesn’t disappoint
Part of the alkali metals column
These elements are no where near solemn
When nitrogen or carbon is near, sodium won’t move
But for halogens, its last electron it will remove
Its most popular bond is with chlorine
The result enhances all cuisine
Common table salt is quite versatile
The discovery of sodium has proved worth while

By Cassie Edwards

A Poem about Sodium {To Be Read From a Podium}





Among old salts, the element sodium

Has achieved a particular odium

Because, in excessive measure,

It is known to heighten blood pressure.

So in diets its amount must be cut

Since strokes can leave folks in a rut.

But its uses are widely diverse,

Too many to fit in this verse.

As a heat transfer agent in reactions,

It works just as hard as ten tractors.

And when cars drive along streets at night,

Its vapor provides them with light.

By dariya green

Sodium reacts with water
but at the same time helps our body.
Sodium becomes salt
and having too much could be bad.
sodium is the sixth abundant element
who's color is a silvery-white metal.
It is the eleven element
which was discovered in 1807
by Sir Humphry Davy.
This element is essential to animals
but it is not found free in nature
And it is very important to our lifes
and without it we could not live so fine.
By Christine Guzman

There once was a metal called Sodium
Who was at the top of the podium
But it started to rain
Which was a real pain
Because it made the sodium explodium!!
By Deb Bradley

I am a slave to the taste of salt
Soup, popcorn, pretzel sticks.
But I’m an addict, so it isn’t my fault.
By Heidi Bloom

Less Than Linnet's Wings


I saw them as I walked home from the cinema,
moths, flying and dying in their midnight sun.
They whirled in the sodium glare;
light refracted in the damp night air.

I crushed their struggling bodies underfoot.
Did they see me as I passed by?
Did my figure register in one multi-faceted eye,
or was I, less than a mote, darker than soot?

I pondered these lepidoptera, or some such,
drawing intersecting circles as they must,
then falling exhausted, crawling in the dust.
Their brief existence didn't come to much.

I lit a cigarette while I gave it thought.
Was there here, some enlightenment I sought?
My vision cleared as I exhaled the smoke
and fragile tendrils about my fingers broke.

The rhythms of life are cliché;
where then, is the metaphor?
What is the giant foot that crushes my life or
am I just too blind to see?

Could the tragedy in the odious glare
of sodium lights have meaning for me, or are
the delicate wings beneath my tread just
another insectivorous pile of dust?
By Geoff White, a.k.a. prokopton

Sodium

I stagger home at night beneath a sky
of yellow-grey, like concrete stained with piss.
The moon, jaundiced and puffy, doesn’t try
to haul itself above the roofs; but this,
like bleating car alarms and battered feet,
is part of city life. A tar-black night
would be like finding chickens in the street.
In distant lands I’ve marvelled at the sight
of clouds of stars, like talcum powder spilt
on velvet, spread so wide it left me feeling
sober. But would I swap this human-built
extravagance for that enormous ceiling
of glowing light-effects, however good?
Of course not. But it’s nice to know I could.
By Harry Rutherford

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