“My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.”
Now, fair fellows, our CMNS hour
Draws like a snail. How many years bring in
Another moon. But oh, methinks how slow
This old moon of fossilized science wanes.
Diamonds are for LENR, they are all I need to please me
They can stimulate and heat me
They glow in the night
With electrons so light they transmute me
Diamonds are for LENR, hold one up and deuterate it
Bake it, soak it, activate it
I can dope ev'ry part, nickel hides in its heart to please me
I don't need love, for what good will love do me?
Diamonds never lie to me
For when chemistry's gone, LENR lingers on
Diamonds are for LENR, sparkling in my little fuel tube....
With apologies to Shirley Bassey and James Bond...
7 of 20, contrary plenty,
How does your garden grow?
With ANGRY CAPS, and proxy apps?
And unread works all in a row?
Angry caps?
Who?
ME?
And this one is relevant, unfortunately:
Last week Plotly worked
Now Plotly is not working.
Do they hear our cries?
While deuterating diamonds one day
In a very P&F kind of way
I noticed a strange gleaming ray.
I cried out 'What's that?'
(it scared the lab cat)
And thought that I might run away
But no use to run
It was only the sun
In springtime it comes out to play
Cat
flat
Lorry
sorry
It triggers a fit and polarizes a bit.
Justifies some and frustrates others.
A tether of evidence to constrain and data to confound.
It is a spectrum of epoch excitement to the dull platitudes of standard theory and exclusion.
May be it is and maybe its a won't.
It certainly does.
LENR
...whatever it is.
Boom! The odes thread just went up by several notches. Thought that was a play on Howl for a moment.
No, not you H-G 
Drink a Coke, conserve the can
Collected by the garbage man
You think you have recycled it
But it ends up in a pit
The problem stems from lack of cash
It's cheaper to burn cans into ash
But we have found a cunning way
To make soda can recycling pay
We make them into hydrogen
For fuel cell use? 10 out of 10!
And the ash that's left behind
It's treasure that can be refined.
We share what we have to understand more
we learn with the passage of time tests and more
with hope can change what we think we need
as a laber of love without all the greed
not yet knowing its for the lives of us all
its not for the free its not for aww
its a quickly forgotten shock to us all.
a spiraling staircase from a molten mass
needs some attention from the working class
others work to run away building new pods to save the day
but only for the lucky that can pay
we have the time and a way
to fix this mess so china will stay
to stop a raido active monster trying to dig its way
nights of sparkling lights up in the sky
to help a proud people fight this beast.
harts of the voluntary should not be dismissed
when you don't have the same fealings or passion for this.
in with both hands in with both feet
go all in and help with this feat~
Good luck
You accuse me of character assassination,
And I am sorry to have hurt your pride,
But in truth, this was your own creation,
...More like a character suicide!
But let's not dredge up morbid memories,
It happened long ago, by all reports,
And it's in poor taste to the extremities,
For you to continue to defile the corpse.
...Raised up like some foul rabid zombie,
The ceremony was gruesome, no doubt,
Voodoo science writ large almost surely,
Last seen moaning & foaming at the mouth.
I'm last word Zeuss -
Not just a cat:
I'll not wear puce,
nor take a joke
And never, ever wear a hat!
My name is not a thing to tell you all,
My occupation - so you know - is to be on the ball
And Kirk should know that too, my friend JR, and I
Will never ever let it go,
No: never ever say a no.
So I'll pass by without another say,
and twisting things some better way,
You see I'm not a normal cat,
My words will kill without a hat.
It’s Barry. Although you are hardly the poster-child for using your real name on the internet Huxley!
A wee tribute to Rabbie Burns: (Yes AAABAB is a thing)
Was it a long lunch in the brasserie,
that lead to Shanahan's menagerie?
Formenting skeptical jacquerie,
no sane mind can embrace.
Can we conclude from his audacity,
that Captain Kirk is lost in space?
The wait for an LENR reactor powering a heavy load,
Is starting to make me feel especially old,
Of course this is supposed to happen soon, I'm told,
But on my walls all I see growing is mold.
There once was an engineer named AA,
Who posted most every day.
'bout a fraud named Rossi
Whose scams double crossied
Those researchers laboring every day.
To D20, juiced,
Add plated Titanium.
Do you think it works?
