Best Entanglement Poems
When you send me sweet kisses and hugs
and I answered you from great distance
whishing you and me the good luck and happiness now and into future,
I felt as love makes from our entangled hearts some union and special environment,
and suddenly I found out a very simple explanation for one of the greatest mystery of Quantum Physic –
the effect of Quantum entanglement –
when two particles united and acted and run deeply synchronically and deeply harmoniously
even if they separated from each other on great distances.
Why is that happened, my love?
Because all our Universe consisted from myriads particles
which loved to each other and can not existed without such love.
And they deeply honest and believed to each other and never cheated each other.
They clearly understood that without such great senses and devotions our Universe cannot existed at all.
Think about this phenomena, darling!
Our Universe designed and consisted from myriads of particles and pairs of great love!!!!
So I very deeply respected now this small particles which so loved each other and show to all of us
how needs to love and keep this precious senses
for the sake of our entire Universe and its great harmony.
Einstein’s numbers predicted it.
Alas, this classic physicist rejected it.
Tiny, entangled particles in mutual dependence
Separated by the longest distances.
Spooky action at a distance,
We cannot grasp this miracle,
Yet, science verifies the fact.
Objects the size of Buckyballs
Can link trillions of miles apart.
This communication or teleportation
ten thousand times faster than light!
Yes, au revoir light speed,
From your limits are we freed!
Spooky action at a distance,
Engineers dream of quantum computers.
Might we also harness this quandary
To reach the outer edges of space?
Might this anomalous principle
Account for certain sky visitors,
Objects authoritatively recorded,
Abruptly perishing in our clouds?
Spooky action at a distance.
up or down a matter of perspective
definitions are always subjective
various things we bother to measure
often become that which we most treasure
mysterious quantum entanglement
not relativity's abandonment
rather dissimilar things may be true
all depends on observer's point-of-view
everything is constantly evolving
while the cosmos continues revolving
now longing to travel faster than light
we pin hopes upon theories not quite right
progress comes through that which we dream may be
and the will to make dreams reality
Life is entanglement plus time,
A Gordian knot of opportunities,
Each ravel a riddle to solve
or a battle to be won.
We grab and pull at the gnarls,
Greedy fingers seeking solutions alone.
Though the more we worry them,
the tighter the fibers cling together,
defeating our efforts with every turn.
The working ends unhitched and hidden,
Knots impossible to untie without another;
Desperate, we seek the means to unset
the tightened rounds of coil.
We need only look up from our lonely struggle,
Unhand the ties and trice up munitions,
In favor of a more effective weapon,
for a prize worth more than any puzzle.
Love is the sword that cuts,
The foil to Gordius' grateful gift,
The force that frees us from the knots
that bind us alone in despair.
Love is the lens that exposes the path,
To unraveling the tangled mess,
To bearing witness to the holism of loops
and eyes along the same length of rope.
Love alone is the key that unlocks
The secrets of the tightly-wound tangle,
Revealing the pattern of the overlaps
and the beauty of the intermingled angles.
With love as our scope, we can maneuver
Through the maze of twists and turns,
Unleashing joys and embracing the weight
of the lessons we learn as the bind slowly burns.
Through patience and kindness, we can loosen
The strands that have wound us so tightly,
Embracing the challenge and refusing to choose
the path of ire or slacking down without a fight.
So let us unravel the knot with hearts ablaze
And together minds set on finding the way,
With love as our sword and our site and our hope,
we can unravel the rigging and seize hold of the day.
Quantum Entanglement
As I sat and dreamed of the days lost in time,
I fell through a hole in my own reality
on to the crazy paving spread out underneath.
Here the stones separated life into segments
and I remembered the yellow brick road
and the friends of life who travelled along it with me.
We journeyed on, hoping to find the magic
to transform the unforgiving world for ourselves,
but lacking courage as if made from straw, tin or cloth.
Ruby slippers or a wizard achieve but little;
deep friendships alone support and sustain,
even from those absent and out of sight.
The link is made between us
for all of eternity.
Particles entangled, lives in relationship
even when we are separated.
having been created
with painful self awareness,
and
shielded from harms-protected from self
I navigate
Yellow Brick
river bottom
stepping stones
while I
step lightly through
Kansas
returning we, you, they, them
home
The departed possess
no clock
no calendar
yet they still love us
right now
This Entanglement
like it or not
blankets me all days
and brutal nights
until I embrace them again
StarIvy Entanglement I
It's was, is and will be are one.
Each is different and distinct.
However, twisted and entangled they be,
Circles upon circles,
Circles of infinity trapped.
Boundlessness held by the limited.
Star Ivy stretches to the far reaches of infinity.
It encircles the dark dependent bodies of the fearful void.
He surveys the twisted Star Ivy.
He questions the circles.
The Star Ivy moans in agony.
It is a tree.
Vanity be its root,
Stoutness it draws from the loam of man.
The fruit upon its limbs be contaminated and noxious.
He who is less and more than a King,
The bedeviled sea of stars surround.
Mutilated questions emerge from the swampy labyrinth.
Thickening and enslaving even the stars themselves,
Answers be few and hard.
Star Ivy laments,
Search you must,
For you who is less and more,
Find you will she who awaits.
Questions choke Star Ivy.
Entangled and ensnared in chaos is he.
Again, he cries.
Bloody crimson rivers of tears flow.
Flowing into the bottomless gulf of infinity,
Sound echoes down the endless hallway.
She answers!
From the infinite, she comes.
Finite and limited as he,
Merge they as one.
What was, is and will be?
Light renders the darkness helpless.
Chaos he finds hidden in the light.
Endless terror engulfs.
Time past, time future and time present weep,
The sword of truth kills the false.
She is the sword.
To no end be his hopeless questions.
Broken to be the bitter sweet reunion,
Answers and questions be one.
He puzzles at the darkness.
Light that once was, is now gone.
Like a lost dream shattered be the heavens.
Chaos and utter turmoil,
Warped be the Star Ivy.
Suffocating and causing even the infinite to perish,
In deathly birth the Star Ivy cries out.
Imprisoned by paltry bars,
Be the incalculable,
As a circle so be the inexhaustible.
Beauty is deceptive masquerade
Love is a dark looming shadow
And we both are the nightbirds
Dancing masquerade in the shadow
Possessed by deceptive beauty and
Losing our way in one night of love!
Temptation has kept many warm
Every relationship has its right and wrong
Dissatisfaction is in everyone
More we want, younger can be better
Before your correction know personal preference has connection with emotional reference
Sexual desire can expire and still get fired
Judge not if you don't have experience
Some feelings you can't cheat but bare with careful and care
When you have the one or two to share
Being open in a relationship has relation to an open relationship
Let's face the facts
One partner or a lifetime partner is somehow a lie
You can't deny you can love many people at once
Relationship, rebound, separation the heart is not at bay
Secretly polygamy rules over monogamy
Love is a sentiment relevant in emotions but not a backbone to marriage
Trust is vacant when it comes to who you bone
Love on the surface is easy to clone
Its a puzzle to be in this entanglement
Certified by home affairs in the name of love
Pining for my love
Wrestler, Sassy Moose Jaw Sal
Body slam scripted
Poem composed: November 24, 2020
How did I become so enveloped into your story line;
though how I feel about you, my heart cannot deny.
I once thought that being written into your script
would be the start of rewarding experience;
yet, your heart does not wholly belong to me
and I am blind as to foreshadow the indifference.
Your plot twisted and entangled me into a
realm of falsified glee,
Until the turning point revealed that we--
are really a party of three.
Feelings and emotions rush through
like a rain battering storm, while
you bring us into the climax
of expressing your love for us both.
How sad, that an ending you cannot choose
because you have quenched your desires from
both passions that fueled your fire.
What do we do, which path do we choose--
Do we accept it, do we fight for you,
or does one of us walk away from the love of our life?
It’s all a part of the decision from being in the entangled web.
Her demure aspect,
and with an evil beauty,
my heart entangled.
Wisdom, is it the acrimonious essence of love?
Nay, for I see a foolish man subjecting himself
Time and time again for the lesson not learned
Hence I am stripped of all love’s wealth
I question the formula I have applied:
That is, is love intense and as beautiful as a sunset?
Is it delicate and frail?
Or a threat?
Is it as strong as the waves of the sea?
Tossing a helpless ship?
Or as potent as a deadly poison
As I keep bringing it to my lips to take a sip?
Does it excel as far
And beyond the universe?
Or is it the madness that is
my driven curse?
Does my love scare “you?”
If so it is not mine but your love
You established in me
That’s true
Love an entanglement of emotions
Embraced by the delusional false hope of devotion
With a sinister notion
Yea, of a foolish man accustomed to drinking the deadly potion
From here to the edge of everything,
From there back to an unknowable beginning,
All things are in intimate contact.
No island isolate,
Though the sea be infinite.
Superimposed, we ride the light
Stretching throug gulfs all around
We touch and move through one another
Caught up in the swarming particle dance.
Self extends to other Selves
Aloneness made illusion in the end.
The lines of lives and loves entwine,
Reshaping the past, rebirthing the future.
We pass through one another
Coming out of nowhere
Going towards nowhere
Yet always together in a strange Everpresent
Drawn into one another's wakes,
Themselves a part of the floor of fields that makes the Now
In all directions,
Sometimes, by design of chance,
Two living forces will entangle;
Once done, they live the Unity,
They are One, even if the whole breadth of the Universe
Should come to stand between.
When entanglement is welcomed,
Isn't that what love is?
When the sum exceeds its parts,
Isn't that what love is?
When two are born to share time,
To shape it to the perfection of their balance,
Isn't that what love is?
When one can't tell where one leaves off
And another begins,
And both find that the way things were meant to be,
Isn't that what love is?
And if it is,
Then perhaps, some moment in some eternity,
When all the forces have entangled properly,
Love will be everything, everywhere
The Ineffable that has patiently waited for this
Will smile itself to sleep
To begin a new and brighter dream.
In the shadows, there’s a certain clarity,
A taste of downcast darkness,
A truthful distillation.
In the shadows, there’s a granularity,
A note of deep resignation,
A smokey reverie.
In the shadows, there’s a drowsy gauze,
A placid, pensive surrender,
A tranquil, hushed balm.
There’s a solitude in the shadows
On the edges of our survival.
In the shadows, there’s a roving phantasm,
A secret summoning presence,
A holy reckoning.
In the shadows, there’s a biting wind,
A polar pivot between life and death,
A dark reaper beckoning.
In the shadows, there’s a waiting epiphany,
A shred of universal mind,
A being and becoming.
There’s a solitude in the shadows
On the edges of our survival.
In the shadows, there’s a quantum inkling,
A blink of teleportation,
A ghostly comprehension.
In the shadows, there’s a whisper bodhi,
A glint of mindful rapture,
A quiet, private lumen.
In the shadows, there’s a bead holding all,
A speck of every thought,
A trace of every entanglement,
A solitude in the shadows.
Accepted for Publication: The Opiate, Spring. 2024