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Rules: Write a poem for national poetry month on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a separate reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month have written 30 poems for National Poetry Month.
NaPM April 12th, 2019
Topic: a poem inspired by gas
Form: any
Line Requirement: 8 lines or more
The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara
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a farting poem
"to rip or not to rip?"
I asked the Vicar while sipping
earl grey and camomile.
He gave a smile as i mopped up;
the spillage from talking and drinking
as ubiquitous as God, only wetter.
The holy chap pondered,
dabbed a napkin on his right his brow,
leaned sideways and
PHrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrtTT
"That's better" he said "I prefer to rip"
The dog resting under putrid chair
put paws on head and softly whimpered.
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Business Trip
Cigarette smoke would have kept me
in my hotel room, away from the bar.
No fifth beer, no slurred goodbye
for the waitress, who was the only one
I wasn't invisible to- her name tag, Sarah.
Second-hand smoke would have saved me
forty dollars; double bed for one body,
curled in the right shape to spoon the night.
Time is the best editor.
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21st century carbon cycle
300 billion in the earth, underground,
some of which soon
to be taken out.
30 million on the streets, in the homes,
some of which soon
to be taken under.
las abejas desaparecen
de todas modos.
...
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Dreamfuel
Miracle of motion, gas–
in highfalutin language, gasoline–
breathes horsepowerful delirium,
high-octane intoxication.
Lapping in a tank its vapor hints
at speed and wracking roar and fire,
dreams of velocity, burnt rubber,
effortful unlimited acceleration...
and its silent stepchild, white
idling exhaust on frozen days
monoxide-divides a sleep
from endless dreamlessness.
 Non-practicing atheist
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Blowing steam
My hot air
Balloon will carry me
Wherever it wants to go
I have enough heat to not
Care where I land, how hard
I might hit the ground, land
Or sea or outer space, my
Plans are wrapping up.
N c w
o o i
o m t
n i h
e n m fare
s g e well
And I wouldn't let them
If they wanted to. And
They'll never know my
Story or the things I've
Seen.
Peanut butter honey banana sandwiches
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Hydrogen
in the furnace of the main sequence stars
fuses to helium, in larger suns
proceeds to oxygen, and hydrogen and oxygen
ended the hadean age, brought forth life
carbon based, that fixed CO2
in the crust, heated and cooled to mild temperatures across the years,
which the furnace of man is almost undoing -
but water electrolysed to hydrogen again,
releasing the fury of pent up stars,
will, like the superhero in childhood movies,
come again to save the day.
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The wind is like a pair of scales:
it judges between all-consuming water
and all-dividing fire,
it measures one's humor, it chooses
between seasons, actions, directions,
whether to touch the surface of the sea
as it glides low, breathes life into flags and sails,
or to lift itself high up and kiss the sky,
whether to pull in rain clouds
or to drive them away,
exposing the sun, the moon, the stars,
whether to blind by blowing dust
into the seer's eye,
or to cut a path
of righteousness through heavy fog:
the wind is like a pair of scales,
it weighs one's heart, one's hunger, and one's mind.
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