Alchemist Poems - Poems about Alchemist

4. Quantum Superposition . A particle can exist in multiple states or places simultaneously until measured Are humans waves or particles? Even an entire human being, under the right conditions, can act like a quantum wave. If we can define it, we can quantify just how “wave-like” a particle or set of particles is. I count the...

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All the music we would make Your presence near to me inspires And for you I am here to take You're the one my heart desires On a fine red carpet, down In satin slippers you will walk Bluebird queen wearing your crown With me it's not just simply talk My love for you makes me create From nothing come heart songs in gold Of...

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the universe conspires to serve us yet tremulous heart betrays soul...

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Ralph is the most creative quintessential wizard in Jackson County. A born alchemist, he spins gold out of a variety of fur and bounty. His laboratory is not open to the public, but he is related to us. He conjures masterpieces out of bits of fabric, feathers and dust. A master at his craft, he delights us with an...

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I am an Alchemist, not a Manifestor - I am grateful I realized the difference. I would know in my mind, and wait my due time, and nothing would even be seen in the distance. I remembered when I created my first universe, before it was destroyed- I did that through creating. Working and building...

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Heavy metals make you dumb. Arsenic, Gold, Plumbum. Those metals take from the dome. Why not try nickle, iron, or chrome? Chlorine, sulfur, and radon will take away your breath. Carbon, nitrogen, and hydrogen can make meth. While mercury, zinc, and copper were known to the boomers, lithium, silicon, and titanium were just late bloomers....

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An alchemist corgi in Pocatello is a nice, but irrational fellow He walked to Coeur d’Alene to find fortune and fame by making gold from a bowl of lime Jell-O...

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He turns words in to lyrics Emotions into vowels and nouns Feeling into verse He’s a words and music alchemist A sprinkle of angst A chorus that would make the angels sing A phrase that’s stays in your mind He’s a words and music alchemist He whispers to your soul Plays with your brain Touches your heart He’s a words and music alchemist Music is a...

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And we wait… we wait for things to get shway For life to get sweeter For water to get warmer For air to get gentle We wait for oxygen to fill us with extravagance energies For the breeze to activate our Neurons We wait… we wait for an Alchemist to come And bring a change in our lives The kind of change...

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Poet, the Alchemist of prose magician, conjurer, word flows vivid imagery, life sublime illuminating minds through time a poet’s imagination Sweetly words lie in hallowed rows casting and themes, a story grows or rhyme and skip along a page Poet, the Alchemist. Perhaps a poet’s holy grail write one poem that might entail philosophy, enlightenment that would be an accomplishment non-fiction, not a fairy tale Poet, the...

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The alchemical process, all around us, it is Gods self-expression; we call it, “creation: but He transmutes... his spirits into every soul. God’s breath filling souls; changing dust and water into planets; humans, the animals, fish, insects; all fused dust, air, fire, water; transmutation at its finest. The magic, miracles of sacred geometry unfolding within universes. We humans deem it science, physics but...

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We met over beakers In the back of the class Both knowledge seekers Young scientists Looking for answers To the stars and beyond My sweet little Alchemist Has it going on Mixing solutions With the solutions she finds Answering questions To where mystery's do hide Her scientific equations How could I ever miss That smooth chemical sensation From my sweet little Alchemist With a little of this and a little of...

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THE ALCHEMIST (IV) Silence and words can be both lovers and enemies but they are always mutually dependent upon one another; one cannot exist without the other. It is the poet who is alchemist sending off his well-weighted words in search of the prize, the Philosopher’s Stone that will transform them into the gold to be joyfully received by his beloved, hyacinths on...

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The bricks glitter with passing snails, in natures beauty all else pales The dew on the tips spectacular at dawn, fields like diamonds glitter the morn Rays of light shoot in the sky, mapping a course in my left eye The rivers breeze caresses the trees, tugging on leaves watch their frieze stillness surrounds the red back hills, everyone asleep on last nights pills A Kookaburra laughs waking the dead, shushing him I say "You'll wake up Fred...

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The Alchemist Howling moon shining bright in the clearing Torch marked quarters cast a circle searing Sinning sirens ringing the barrier Seven brides of phantoms shall carry her Choking incense, black clouds shroud the altar Thunderous words shake! the pillars falter Grinding dry herbs for these enchanting spells Blessing all saints, while damning them to hells Gloves marred with white chalk and cigarette...

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