Best Diffracted Poems
We’re the electromagnetic spectrum;
Particles, waves, almost eight billion strong.
To coherent frequencies some belong,
some divided by color through prism.
Varying energies from low to high,
narrowly diffracted photons scatter.
Lacking mass, believing we don’t matter,
Invisible to the unaided eye.
Synchronized, polarized, amplified beams,
collimated waves propagating dreams,
refracted rays bend to reflected streams
We may choose to oscillate to and fro
by joining a wave in communal flow,
or as single sparks in diffusive glow
If I was to take a word, say focus,
Stand it on its head,
And ask with growing sense of dread,
Why my friend did you just now,
Fly upon this particular
Moment’s verbal locus?
Torture I might answer, like waterboarding,
Might explain a thing or two.
Indeed the stakes are dear,
And the coast far from clear-
For foggy shores clarity prevents,
The utter contingency of cluttered events.
Focus is the mine shaft of the mind,
Magnifying that which falls
Into categories of significance:
Signs of a trance, a mental dance,
By which thinking signifies
The magnificent follies
Of a man upside down
In a world of lies.
No subtlety there,
Poet banging hair chest bare,
The mental frequency hertz,
Screeching, scratching, snatching,
Lose bits of hurt out of the air.
The mathematics of falling
Made clear by Newton,
His numbers uncovering
What was
Always there:
A god already in free fall,
The Fall, the autumn of our birth,
The forsaken garden,
Two dummies hand in hand,
An undulating snake,
A world of entanglement,
All fleeing into a desert dream.
For what? To where? And why?
The three double jews of the trinity
Which Law forbade no One to ask,
Yet no body did
Put focus to task.
She reappears all the time.
The rabbit hole stood for what was to come,
The worms therein what was done.
The trip down was fun,
Getting out gave more than the sum.
The prism diffracted the invisible
Beams of light,
An assortment of possibilities followed,
The world explained, the mind contained,
A boundless infinite void of space,
Surrounding us,
Disgracing us,
For we had to face,
The borders of our place.
Trapped inside
We looked the other way,
Attic floors, token doors,
A distilled virtue, forgeries for another day.
The sky was not the limit, we were.
The atoms of the mind mere reflections
Of our best guessing games.
There though, lay our best hope.
After the bloodshed
She reappeared again.
But only after.
Choices like Templars into the night,
Distracted the courtesies of a harmonious cosmos,
God had blood and died,
Men embraced humiliation and cried,
Change, the abomination of free will,
Altered the fabric of time.
Focus put by for a rainy day.
Distraction, the play thing
Of an unruly monster lurking in the shadows of thought,
Vomiting a pile of disassociations.
Point Of No Return
Nor here or there we stand before creations
Stardust secretions with loving limitations
Heaven bounded in the lap of lachrymal lure
Multiverse in reverse as we euphorically endure
Immaculate infernal of soul’s conception
Divine destiny draws us to deaths deception
Holographic injections of celestial skies
Soothing stimuli of diffracted disguise
Fragile flowers falling into edacious eternity
Theatrically thrown upon mammoth mystery
Cosmic castrations of redundant rebirth
Sanctioned slaves of this emancipated earth.
Dec.05.2016
Point of No Return - Contest
Sponsored by: Nicola Byrne
THE BRIGHTEST STAR
To view the brightest violent star,
that glints and glitters from it's scar.
It's life is burning, blurred and far,
we cannot know, just where they are.
The brightest star takes breath and lives,
in sparks and flares, it dusts through sieves.
From a faint galaxy home, it gives,
a joy and bliss, it winks and lives.
Delightful in which one contemplates,
It is our neighbor that winks and waits.
Away our breath it reels and takes,
and puzzles us with the home it makes.
Refracted, Diffracted, Inflected light,
splayed from slight of eye to sight of site.
Tucked in berth, by birth, to be in flight,
Camouflaged the brightest star in white.
Edlynn Nau
© February 12, 2016
RAINBOW
Delighted sunray dispersed.
Shy sky felt embarrassed.
Ray reflected refracted
scattered, diffracted.
Through rain drop ray splits,
and just exhibits
bright Sun spectrum
pasted on sky-album.
Sun-Rain combined coverage
Earth rejoiced with flora- foliage.
Sun ray shows its colorful bow
Raindrop displaying rainbow.
03/12/17
My Easter Premium Contest by Brian Strand
Breaks an egg and out comes the sun
Begging for forgiveness
For lighting
Ducks sailing on the spikes
Women watching them trough keyholes,
Light diffracted into Meduses-
My happy face
Circularly deformed-
The brave man behind lens
Is the sunset’s zipper
Of the blue eye spot-
Her face – mechanic eyes
Lied on the floor, naked-
A pomegranate breaks beside her-
Lucky charm, said someone –
(originally written in modern Greek and released in February 2006 from Nocturnal
Publications – translated here by the author)
By Darren White of PoetrySoup and Brian Johnston of PoetrySoup and Poemhunter
Where Laughter Lived
Do not come looking for me in
small corners of our house
I am not there
The vast space we occupied
where laughter lived
I left behind
The still place in our bed
once radiating love
I sense its cold
Photoless frames, shattered glass
a myriad memories
I will forget
Do not try to find me in the yard
or in the snow of blossom
I once loved
Forget you ever knew the wrinkles
around my mouth and eyes
I crumble
If you aim to memorize my face
know it will fade in time
I lost you
In any place you find me drifting
remember in your heart
I find you
Darren White
May 28,2017
The Birth of Hope
A photon wave, I lighten the broadest vista,
not a nook that has ever contained me,
unable to choose between two dark eyes
my ripples enter both simultaneously
striking but one heart, I'm free.
One light is all that can exist
and though I am but a fragment
the chance of you not surfing
my expanding disturbance of space-time
is infinitesimally small.
Let us rejoice then however many times
our reflected waves may interfere
and celebrate our massless voyage
that always reaches outward,
diffracted at times but determined.
To stay the course our heart's desire,
our memories will last as long as
God still looks to future days,
recognizing in our tiny spark,
the birth of universes He has yet to dream.
So, you and I live on in time,
how could one dream forget another,
what God has joined with, in His heart,
cannot be torn asunder,
for as He Is, I Am, and You Are - always mine.
Brian Johnston
May 28,2017
The vacuum of space is quite real: it's not nothing!
And Science found proof that there's no ether either
(still air that 'life' moves through at walk and won't notice.)
For Physics, a problem was born that was trouble!
All light gets diffracted (1), refracted (2) (things wave-like)
though waves move in matter (like waves on an ocean
or sound waves in air.) But a vacuum's an absence
of substance, it seems, and light's movement continues,
a paradox, hinting a link to what's massive.
The truth evolved slowly, and boy, it proved something -
that matter is wave-like (Whew! I need a breather!),
light-waves have momentum! (Perverse! How's this justice?)
But Trump's folk can't bend, see his truth's just a bubble!
Can vacuous thoughts be substantive, so childlike,
that nothing can touch? Think I feel a commotion,
brain's waves are diffracting; void's mass-warp makes new sense!
Some folk, sure Trump's great, are seduced by Grand menus!
No meat! Breast milk wins! You feel hungry? Christ's passive!
Brian Johnston
31st of October 2020
Poet's Notes:
(1) Diffracted Light - The waves of a beam of light spreads out after
passing through two narrow apertures, after which the spreading
waves can create interference patterns.
(2) Refracted Light - A ray of light changes direction as it passes from
one media into another as from air (or water) into a glass plate or lens.
Long human silhouettes at eventide.
Dry lips, coruscating eyes, hungry souls, a lakefront view.
Water shimmering in the diffracted coral beam; upcoming moonlight.
Pair of warm and cold hands.
Cool evening breeze against golden and olive skin.
Fleeting instants after 6 p.m.;
Perfect moments don't last long,
Seconds of solace,
Concealed is the day by azure-colored ripples.
Will they lose themselves too?
Like the lost shadows after sunset.
Immersing in their soul and the night.
The irony of being moonstruck at dusk.
Peace or grief?
A nostalgic dilemma;
Is this what it means to be human?
Being haunted by your sweetest day memory at night.
TWILIGHT
Sun sets, spreads, displays
romantic colorful rays,
twilight to welcome
Spectacular view
owes to drastic dispersion
of rays in air at random.
Sun rays reflected
refracted, diffracted to
paste colors on sky album.
07/21/16 Fifth place in Choka Contest
" Artist Nature paints on sky with airbrush using Sun rays ." - Poet
PAINTED
Setting sunrays to colour in delight.
Sky canvas to get painted as twilight,
using air brush , sketching deep , dark or light :
Spectacular view mostly random !
Sun rays got reflected and refracted,
on drastic dispersion were diffracted,
human vision got allured, attracted,
overwhelmed watching splendid album.
Sun rays twined with raindrops form coloured bow.
Seven arches shown and shone on rainbow.
painted by Nature to glisten and glow:
exhibited being pasted on sky.
Spectrum of Sun ! Violet- Indigo
serially came Blue, Green and Yellow.
then Orange , Red at end: Gorgeous show.
Artist Nature painted without a die.
03\ 28\ 23
Writing Challenge - " P " words
First Place
Contest by Constance La France
A photon wave, I lighten the broadest vista,
not a nook that has ever contained me,
unable to choose between two dark eyes
my ripples enter both simultaneously
striking but one heart, I'm free.
One light is all that can exist
and though I am but a fragment
the chance of you not surfing
my expanding disturbance of space-time
is infinitesimally small.
Let us rejoice then however many times
our reflected waves may interfere
and celebrate our massless voyage
that always reaches outward,
diffracted at times but determined.
To stay the course our heart's desire,
our memories will last as long as
God still looks to future days,
recognizing in our tiny spark,
the birth of universes He has yet to dream.
So, you and I live on in time,
how could one dream forget another,
what God has joined with, in His heart,
cannot be torn asunder,
for as He Is, I Am, and You Are - always mine.
Brian Johnston
May 28,2017
diffracted rays tint
the sun's birthing and forecast
a rough day at sea
Brian Johnston
8th of October in 2019
Mysterious Tower
From top of a tower I am watching Sun about to set
Western sky is ready to display twilight at best
Spectacular color patterns started to display
by reflected, refracted and diffracted Sun ray.
Leaning on the railing
I am also observing
turbulent sea waves whirling, rolling
and thrashing on the sandy shore
Sun has descended the horizon
I am whispering an orison
to God of Ocean
Charming twilight got saturated in dark
Sun rays left no single spark
All the viewers are getting down
I am the loner at night of No Moon.
I felt, now I am to leave the tower.
Already it is too late hour.
When I climbed, i counted the steps as hundred.
I started counting steps again as I am to descend.
One, two,..........twenty- four .....fifty -nine, sixty
Sixty-one......seventy-three......eighty-nine, ninety
ninety-one.......hundred, hundred-one...........two hundred
two hundred and one........five hundred........ No end.
I am descending and counting, counting and descending,
I am going down and down, steps are going down unending.
07/04/16
diffracted rays tint
the sun's birthing and forecast
a rough day at sea
Brian Johnston
Unknown Date