Best Entropy Poems

Order gives way 
To disorder 
I look at my reflection 
In the mirror 
And believe every word. 


            W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2018....

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ENTROPHY

Entropy says that matter can't last
As energy holds it together.
But as we go down, fighting the last
I hope that just one little feather
Sticks to the side of whatever's left over
A bale of cotton, a field of clover.
It's not that it matters it's me that it...

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A dignified statesman, 
A deified ‘Godman,’
A glorified star (of films or sports)
All tumble—
After a Starr report 
Or an HIV test 
Or a dope test.
Or maybe a Watergate 
Or a Coalgate. 
Media reports or media hype?
Whistle blowers
On whistle blowers—ad infinitum. 
God and my God are antithetical?
Is...

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An unavoidable state is the disorder 
of entropy 
Cosmic matter is hurtling there with 
unseemly velocity
All heavenly bodies seen in the galaxy
Have a date with entropy historically
Entropy is working even for you
When the mirror confirms lines more 
than a few 
Entropy has a place for...

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Salvation of a Formalist, an Ode to Entropy
by Michael R. Burch

Entropy?
God's universal decree
That I get to be
Disorderly?
Suddenly
My erstwhile boxed-in verse is free?
Wheeeeee!



Eternal Currents
by Michael R. Burch

How can I write and not be true
to the rhythm that wells within? 
How can the ocean not be blue,...

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The older I get 
The weaker and slower
And more tired I get
(with, from, of)
And the less I care
(about, for, to).

When I was younger 
I guess I saw this coming,
At least I saw it in old people,
But I never thought it would happen to me.

Now here...

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theorizes, surmises, realizes, outlandish notions 
   manifesting jibberish inside frangible egghead,
especially when attempting tip ply words struggling 
   to describe abstract whims fed
by fancy,  groovy, heady indefinable 
   mind boggling ideas they weigh like a led
zeppelin inside gray...

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It was another grey stone winter.
Menacing Queen Beira terrorized the countryside.
We traveled the winding cobblestone way,
the grey stone winter way. 

We believed in anything to get us through the murk,
anything to overlook our disintegration.
We sought patterns, convictions, decrees within the chaos
until all our candles blew...

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the certain concept of heading into the void
can't help but get me a little annoyed
the assertion that 
"if you're not part of the solution,
you're part of the precipitate"
is one with which I can easily relate
falling out, as it were -
from life's certainty of solution
to devolve...

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Time began with the big bang, 
when dis-order became the whole shebang.
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caught in the struggle to shine bright
upon the barred ledge
glass slats between the eyes of an iron mask
cut the shapes for new streams of light
twilight unites
these constant rivals in luminescence

surviving the mystery inside stillness
hypocrisies silhouette creating the ties that confine
inseparable unseen companion
the keeper of time
introduces...

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Suzanne realized as quickly as she focused her bottled up angst upon this young woman that it
Was misplaced.Standing behind her son with hands on his square little shoulders Francis eyed her in concern.

How can I ask her to pick up the tab for issues that
long...

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A grain of sand in the desert of my life,
my mind stores you in dunes,
in overwhelming abundance.

I create winds, sandstorms, tornadoes.
to shape you, to move you,
still, you settle the same,
with mathematical precision.

Governed by physical law,
governed by bleeding and raw,

governed, I want you more,

I feel you...

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Tell me, my friend,  
does infinity not unsettle your reason,  
or is it a comfort—to believe it meaningless?  

Look beyond the rust of your disbelief—  
this isn’t the frostbitten dogma you imagine.  
This is the marrow of things,  
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Touch is fleeting, never a foot hold.
Warmth succumbs to growing old's cold.
Value lies unfounded, hidden in treasure's chest.
For life's obsession is driven by mementos' quest.
Gold that glitters, when buried, fades decays to dust.
All structure and order is dismembered by entropy's thrust....

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