The Laboratory for Radioactivity consisted of only two rooms at the time; at a later date, when tests of radioactive substances became more extensive, it expanded into four rooms.
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Radio Activity
Radioactivity
Is in the air for you and me
Radioactivity
Discovered by Madame Curie
Radioactivity
Tune in to the melody
Radioactivity
Is in the air for you and me
Morse:
Radioactivity is in the air for you and me
Radioactivity discovered by madame curie
Radioactivity tune in to the ... Kraftwerk
Radio Aktivitaet
Fuer dich und mich in All entsteht
(=For you and me in Space comes into being)
Radio Aktivitaet
Strahlt Wellen zum Empfangsgeraet
(=Sends waves to the receiver)
Radio Aktivitaet
Wenn's um unsere Zukunft geht
(=When its about our future)
Morse:
Radioactivity is in the air for you and me
Radioactivity discovered by madame curie
Radioactivity tune in to the ... Kraftwerk
Radioactivity
Is in the air for you and me
Radioactivity
Discovered by Madame Curie
Radioactivity
Tune in to the melody
Radioactivity
Is in the air for you and me
song performed by by Kraftwerk
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Chat Room For Lonely People
Thoughts are the very essence
Of human existence
Even though they sometimes create discord
Whether you express them via your vocal cords
Or through your keyboard
When you are bored.
Didn't folks used to have rooms
Called drawing rooms?
But now all that is left
Is our 'privacy' of which we are bereft.
So, instead of drawing rooms
We have chat rooms
For lonely people
Who would like to chat with friendly people.
poem by Lonely People Champion
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And I Lounged and Lay on Their Beds
When I went to that house of pleasure
I didn't stay in the front rooms where they celebrate,
with some decorum, the accepted modes of love.
I went into the secret rooms
and lounged and lay on their beds.
I went into the secret rooms
considered shameful even to name.
But not shameful to me -because if they were,
what kind of poet, what kind of artist would I be?
I'd rather be an ascetic. That would be more in keeping,
much more in keeping with my poetry,
than for me to find pleasure in the commonplace rooms.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Shared Loneliness
A house is empty if you're alone.
Its rooms are too quiet for it's known
loneliness too, just like you.
It echoes with hollowness
and creaks with despair
for the lone figure it houses
has no one to share
its rooms.
It hears the steps of the solitary one.
It hears the sighs that weigh like a ton
on its floors and walls
where the sadness crawls.
It longs to be filled
with conversational tones
filling up its rooms.
The bedroom is lonely
and the living room too.
The kitchen has a setting for one
and only one cup of coffee to brew.
These rooms can house all of the pain
that lonesomeness brings and still remain
loyal to the one who's alone.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Living House
I saw you in a house of rooms,
It must be saving the bed of contentment,
Feeding the living of people,
Creating contentment as you speak.
My love is fastened to the door
And the window is collapsing.
My violent pages work for the more,
Rooms are rooms meaningful.
The saviour is brought to the houses
And he saves us from slaughter.
I come to you in the middle of town,
As far as the eye keeps, like one hard.
The contentment is just about.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Twenty years ago, you'd see guys busting rackets in locker rooms. Today they do it in their hotel rooms.
quote by Brad Gilbert
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Radio Active
Youre my food, youre my water, youve got to be the devils daughter
Cant get near, cant get far, youve got the power, but know you are
Shes radioactive (radioactive), shes very selective (radioactive)
Shes what I need, shes so pretty indeed, she wants it all the time
And Im crazy, kinda hazy, Im not sorry, gonna worry
Im not lonely, shes my only, shes got me eatin out of her hands
Chorus:
Shes radioactive (radioactive), shes very selective (radioactive)
Shes what I need, shes so pretty indeed, Ive gotta make her mine
Chorus repeats 2x
Shes my little baby (radioactive), shes such a lady (radioactive)
She knows how I feel, she knows that its real, she wants it all the time
Chorus
Shes my little baby (radioactive), shes such a lady (radioactive)
She knows how I feel, she knows that its real, she wants it all the time
song performed by by Kiss
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If nations always moved from one set of furnished rooms to another - and always into a better set - things might be easier, but the trouble is that there is no one to prepare the new rooms. The future is worse than the ocean - there is nothing there.
quote by Alexander Herzen
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They told me that the hotels had maybe two rooms set up for people with disabilities, but if they got there too late, and didn't get one of these rooms, they couldn't take a shower. The room wasn't hooked up for them, or maybe the sink was too high.
quote by Gregory Hines
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Most recently we've been working in concert situations rather than clubs. because there aren't too many rooms there like Ronnie Scott's, that are pure music rooms, where people come specifically to listen to music.
quote by Chuck Mangione
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Promises
Your promise is sound like a niece,
Upstairs the rooms are plenty,
The reward compares to Peace,
I and you are lovable and a discovery.
My complaint subdues your walls
As they crumble and thud to the floors,
Risks are many in these rooms of balls,
A craft of heaven lines the corridors.
May promises keep for some elegant time,
With love I guarantee the house no grime.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Come On Be Brave! ' (By My Great Niece Kitty Cotton 11 yrs)
Doctors rushing everywhere,
Up and down the aisles,
Patients crying, panicking,
‘Are there any rooms to spare! ’
The parents would say.
Nurses rushing everywhere,
In and out of rooms,
Patients crying, panicking,
‘Don’t worry, all our nurses care! ’
The chief doctor would say
Into the staff rooms,
Into the offices,
Doctors crying, panicking
‘Oh come on be brave, it’ll all be over soon! ’
© Kitty Cotton
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Cupola
In under the skin
It filters through my mind
Rooms spinning around
Losing balance all the time
Shaking like a leaf
I treat you like you're glass
Cry like a child
When all you want is...
In under the skin - Sing Cupola
Rooms spinning around - Sing Cupola
Hit me - Hit my nerves
song performed by by Zeromancer
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House Of Many Rooms
The sound of the clock ticking
How this old house creeps
Another storm tonight approaches
So restless I can't sleep
Dark filled big long rooms
Portrait of a lady in view
Corridor that never seems to end
From a distance I thought I seen you
House Of Many Rooms
The sound of heavy rain falling
Feelings sourround of another place
An oval mirror hangs on the wall
And there I thought I seen your face
The smell of wild flowers
A gentle breeze blows from outside
Heavy laced dark curtains
A vision of you before my eyes
House Of Many Rooms
poem by Suelynn Walters
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Tepco Trying To Fix Cracks In Their Nuclear Reactor
Tepco reported “high levels of radioactive substances
in water that leaked from a hole near the reactor
leading to the sea” tepco tokyo electric power co
nuclear power plant in Japan multi radioactive breaches
advancing half a league, half a league, half a league
onward, all into the Pacific Ocean sweeps
nuclear radiation, but now we have permission to
pump 10,000 tons of problem only oh so slightly
radioactive water slightly radioactive water
hardly inspiring with detailed scientific accuracy
oh must be all okay then a little arsenic with your tea
how about a nice invigorating swim why dismayed
not tho’ the public knew scientists had blundered
public not to make reply public not to reason why
Tepco said it had detected cracks in an 8-inch hole
of concrete that holds power cables close to reactor
unit 2 the one serving up nuclear stew for me for you
Tepco is trying to fix the hole in their nuclear reactor
this might explain repeated high levels of radioactivity
found in offshore sea water but then again it might not
it might be coming from oh any of many plant cracks
using coloured dyes we try to track leak radioactivity
first we pour in concrete to plug the hole but no
concrete will not dry in all that accumulated water
next we try paper mashe not paste water powder
we resort to using newspaper and sawdust as we try
to block pipes using a polymer mixed shredded paper
and sawdust to try to close off pipes through which
water has flowed into a cracked Fukushima concrete pit
at the Daiichi plant from where it has run into the sea
yes pouring polymeric powder, sawdust, newspaper
anything things they could think of to clog up holes
heroic efforts made by nuclear safety agency experts
brains clogging up holes while all the world wonder’d
risking their lives nuclear workers theirs but to do or die
contaminated seawater shows illegal radiation levels at
4,000 times the legal level with no difference in amount
of water running out after they poured cement into the pit
Tepco needs to take steps to stop leaks once and for all
is stating the obvious at beleaguered nuclear power plant
battles with a radioactive water leak into the Pacific but
one regional problem in expected season of mega quakes
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Source line adaptations from ‘The Charge of the Light Brigade’ by Alfred Lord Tennyson might suggest certain symbolic comparisons for those in the know.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Radio-Aktivitt
Tschernobyl
(Tschernobyl)
Harrisburgh
Sellafield
..........
(Hiroshima)
Stopt Radioaktivitat
Weil 's um unsere Zukunft geht
Stop Radioaktivitat
(Stop radioactivity)
Fur dich und mich im all Entsteht
(Because it's about our future)
Strahlentod und Mutation
(Death by radiation and mutation)
Durch die Schnelle Kernfusion
(Through the fast nuclear fusion)
[Morse Code:]
.-. .- -.. .. --- .- -.-. - .. ...- .. - -..--
Radioactivity
.. ... .. -. - .... . .- .. .-. ..-. --- .-. -.-- --- ..- .- -. -.. -- .
Is in the air for you and me
.-. .- -.. .. --- .- -.-. - .. ...- .. - -..--
Radioactivity
-.. .. ... -.-. --- ...- . .-. . -.. -... -.-- -- .- -.. .- -- . -.-. ..- .-. .. .
Discovered by Madame Curie
.-. .- -.. .. --- .- -.-. - .. ...- .. - -..--
Radioactivity
- ..- -. . .. -. - --- - .... . .-.-.- .-.-.- .-.-.- -.- .-. .- ..-. - .-- . .-. -.-
Tune in to the ...Kraftwerk
... --- ...
S O S
[Note: Kraftwerk in Morse Code is -.- .-. .- ..-. - .-- . .-. -.-]
song performed by by Kraftwerk
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a poem for allan jimenez (written in Arvisu House,1981)
If you open my door
Without knocking and
You simply come in
Without myself
What would you say?
It’s been a time
We cleaned rooms
Scrubbed toilet tiles
Into the desired whiteness
Of saints and souls
We designed rooms
Where no rain
Can get in
And surprise us
Of its pouring
About the damp
About the wet
Or the colds we get
We cannot imagine
Accidents do happen
Despite strict precautions
Of the perfect prefect
Of the other sect
We cannot situate
We at wrong hours
Inside wrong rooms
Talking about wrongs
And we talk
All about us and
It talks all about us
The stay
Silent and still
The closed gate
That must by now
Be opened
Or I get
Muriatic and drink it
As my morning milk
Crazy
Now if you happen
To come into my room
Without myself
As I have gone
Far elsewhere
Without myself
Leaving any note
Or sign that I would
Be coming back
To this room
Clean and tidy
What else can you say?
What else would I say?
I cannot promise
I cannot scare you
Elsewhere I go
With another routine
Hi, hello, how are you?
Anyway
The scheduled morning prayers
Of this sad house
Clean and tidy
Shall recite themselves
Perfectly
Without me
Or us
And sure
Everything everything
Would still be all right
All right.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Experience This
The experience I hold fastens on,
I would like to now climb and pass
The tests of time, the very tests are mine.
Pay for the travellers of space,
Play with sleep up till this date,
May we sit and reply to the innocence.
Preventing us making disorder is the reality
We have to love and cherish,
Performing delivers results.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Smokey Hued
My doors smoky open
ethereal;
right and left corridor
compartmented.
I see patterns
and rooms
to the right and left.
Here my Room of Tears,
weeping walls that caterwaul.
All my sorrows hang here
and Deep Regrets lie on the floor.
All My Loves
are in this room
in hues rosette
most past;
their glow
shimmers
even outside
in the corridor.
My eyes lid as I pass
my rooms of Cardinal Sins;
faces there
I'd wronged or mislead,
I was relieved to see Repentments Rooms next
where Atonements array the walls
and below on tables are
Just Due Parchments properly signed
for deliverance to Justice Hall.
I did make some things right there.
Upstairs are my Best Regards
in alcoves 'round my Heart
very soft
healing arts applied with care there.
I'm now down to Secret Sins,
its door ajar with Gambolments,
Inexcusables-Mindless Hurts-
all Unspeakables.
Oh, each time I make this trip
my energy's spent;
and I vow
next time
to make of it
a more pleasant trip
through this
my Soul's House.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Villa Pauline
But, ah! before he came
You were only a name:
Four little rooms and a cupboard
Without a bone,
And I was alone!
Now with your windows wide
Everything from outside
Of sun and flower and loveliness
Comes in to hide,
To play, to laugh on the stairs,
To catch unawares
Our childish happiness,
And to glide
Through the four little rooms on tip-toe
With lifted finger,
Pretending we shall not know When the shutters are shut
That they still linger
Long, long after.
Lying close in the dark
He says to me: "Hark,
Isn't that laughter?"
poem by Katherine Mansfield
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