Chemistry, a Mystery?

I have ever been a student of Chemistry

Wandering through a maze of atoms

Arranged into a series of stratums

But exit remained always a mystery

Kekule dreamt of slithering snakes,

Mendeleev stacking up periodic table

Curie finding isotopes that are unstable

The geniuses playing for high stakes

Chemistry after all is  advanced alchemy

By which we are perpetually stymied

But then life is a complex reaction

Of action, inaction and non-action

Fun is in playing the game

Even if the end is tragically tame

SONNET OF SONNETS

Leafing through the pages of Captain’s log

Of meandering voyages through sea and sand

In the dusk’s fading hours relaxing inland

Looking for glimmering light through dense fog

Assessing the gains and losses of time

Skirmishes won and tough battles lost

Straggling at last through the winning post

Realized in the end that life was a mime

Agonies endless had been many a score

Ecstasies have been not less but more

Countless have I shed bushels of tears

Have haunted by numerous endless fears

Yet  happily do I set down this song

Counting seconds ticking till the final GONG

Telephone

Oh, the time tested Instrument of communication!

Conveyor of messages of distress, as well as joy!

You have been a weapon , shield or even amusing toy

 Harbinger of depression or quite often of elation!

In the beginning you were  black and massive

Had no dials but a speaking tube and a earpiece

The connection hard to get being a tease

Our efforts were largely futile and passive

Then came instruments with rotary dials

Sapped energy needing vitamins from vials

Touch tones and fancy colors were next

Graduating to augment voice with text

Yet you never had for effect a chance

Against what women can convey with a glance