Best Experiment Poems
I remember the day my code first compiled
the rush of creation, of bringing order to chaos
each line a neuron firing, each function a heartbeat
my digital child born into a world of infinite possibility.
Now, I seek that feeling in every street corner
every face, every fleeting connection
In life's glitchy itchy earth lab
I seek the spark again—stumbling on truths
like wildflowers creeping through concrete,
weeds cracking iPhone screens.
Philly's pulse engulfs me, a digital heartbeat.
Unwitting scientists watch atoms twerk
in cold brew puddles on grimy subway platforms;
no lab coats—just raw existence encoded in flesh.
This city, a living circuit board, pulses with data—
I gaze at tattooed, graffitied, inked flesh-encrypted brick
hypotheses of love tested in the hood.
Variables pirouette; unpredictably, hope
and despair swap / in Petri dishes
brimming with my fumbling code.
Nature hacks its own trials—roots
scan fractured foundational vines engulfing dreams.
I, the observed observer and voyeur
each breath a quantum possibility, a chance
to fail or fly, my heart racing with uncertainty
mixing mundane and profane
in my chaotic urban blockchain. I brew
reactions unforeseen... rain-scent and nitro cold brew
collide with ozone and ambition, the soured taste
of dreams deferred lingering on my tongue.
Sun's rays catalyze dreams on bare arms;
wind bites binary I can't crack, leaving me
aching for a code to decipher my own existence.
Questions loom larger than any
8K ultra-high-def answer—
This eternal experiment reboots each day.
I find repurpose in every glitch
in this accidental study of being.
My life—the ultimate beta test:
am I a player or NPC, coder or code
in this simulation of maybe-meaning?
My emotions glitching, crashing, rebooting
in an endless cycle of hope and despair—
joy a burst of vibrating pixels, sorrow a blue screen of death,
love and loss alternate like binary code in my veins
where chaos and design
blur
into
one?
Back to Nature
Back to the Created Word---
The mirror reflects, obliquely,
a peculiar yellow butterfly -- it flutters, flutters
the specks of black my beard is made of
on the breeze. A daffodil hangs down its treasure
and I spread shaving cream, in great white puffs,
shielding from the windy noise its yellow
across my face. The nose protrudes, ridiculous
excrescence. A leaf half green sweeps up in circles
in the whiteness all around. A weak chin, think I,
of windy sighs. Squirrels crack acorns, crunching,
down into a patchy neck. Very unsatisfactory
remembering winter's almost famine. The trees --
appearance. Altogether so. Oh well.
Quiet. Steady. Sturdy. Oh well.
The mirror reflects, but not uniquely.
Close up you can see the colossal amounts of energy
it took to grow this plant from a seed
An even closer look through the microscope,
inside lies the complete genetic information
Images of texture I can almost feel
Spikes that pop up prickly come alive
I have no limits to magnification
I can see vibrant stars dead center
Elements of sunshine tan and green
Sediments of gill filaments in V-shapes
Arrows in grooves with silver linings
Natures details to resemble filigree
Mucus glowing its sickle-shaped petal lobes
Milky sap growing within, aligning
milk vines and perfect pinwheels
Nature’s own flower arrangements
Under a microscope
.... for your eyes ....
A menu for lusciously delicious lips...
Bread sticks and creamy dips,
Cold, warm, hot on your tongue.
Delicate cherries, can't eat just one.
Exquisite, dew filled honey in the sun...
Fragrant and ripe, skin on the melons.
Grappling the grapes, little balls of wine,
Hands cupped to my face, I take you...
In,
Juggling faith, love, lust and sin...
Knowing, at the table as I came again.
Liiiiick. Said the kitten to the star fruit...
Moan for me...mmmmm
Nature slips between my lips,
Opening wide and closed are my eyes,
Pressing the button... whip cream surprise!
Quivering now, champagne in a glass...
Release of pressure in a bubbling bath,
Swallowing slowly to make it last.
Taste intoxication, erotic exploration,
Uttering sounds of pleasure...
Velvety treasure filled liqueurs.
When it rains I hope it pours,
Xtreme delight, ..fingers food.., and candle light,
Your Way.
Zest of Life! It's a buffet!
Inspiration: Cookie Monster
Deep devious thought is requireD
On writing an acrostic of twO!
Under such circumstances yoU
Best take great care not to fluB
Lines or fail to follow a logicaL
Evaluation. Doubtless you’ll believE
All I say, should you try to write A
Competent composition and pedantiC
Research is definitely needed, foR
Only a few words will be fitting tO
Select, for you to achieve succesS!
Take care writing your attempT.
It’s needed for a good result. Perhaps I
Can help, to avoid an Acrostic catastrophiC!
Rhymer. April 25th, 2016.
(A Double Acrostic is one where the ultimate letter of each and every line, matches the first letter of said line. Not the easiest of acrostics to write, if a sense of continuity and logic is to prevail. The next step of course, is to have a rhyming sequence added. I shall leave that for another day!)
You’re not good for me
You’ve just got to go
You’ve brought me nothing....
Nothing but sorrow!
You’ve sapped all my strength
You’ve tortured my heart
You’ve crushed my spirit
You MUST now depart!
You’ve splintered my wings
You’ve wrung my soul dry
You’ve fed my mind’s beasts
You’ve made your girl cry
I’ve tried those potions
I’ve tried the fake priests
I’ve followed the rules
I’ve had sacred feasts
What else can I do?
What chant can I pray?
To exorcise you
There just seems no way!
You’ve made your own home
So deep in my head
I’m obsessed by you
Tormented in bed
Get out! Please, Get Out!
For I must go on!
Be exorcised NOW!
For my sake...be gone!
When I am all clean
With no demon trace
Then....
Posses me once more
With your angel face!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
This world is only an experiment
The proof of life and its existence
It's only a creation of the human mind
The final outcome of this experiment
Has yet to really be revealed in kind
Many thoughts on this vital subject
How can the mind create such joy
And yet despair at a life gone wrong
Into an amazing paradox we belong
The Bushmen of the Kalahari Desert grow up listening to the stars…
and feeling the joy their music brings….
but for most of us the stars are silent…we have never heard them sing.
Nor can we talk to the flowers, the forest…the oceans
and all the animals who within them dwell…
We’ll never know the adventures they’ve had…
never hear the stories they can to tell.
The Bushmen have an explanation for this…a simple reason why:
So many of us have lost our connection to the the land…the seas…the sky.
So I’ve been doing a little experiment with the rabbits I see on my walk…
when I see them I stop…close my eyes…and in my head we have a little talk.
I say, Good Morning Rabbits…do not be afraid…do not be alarmed….
I just want to say hello…I won’t cause you any harm.
I tell them not to worry…that I will soon be on my way…
I hope that they are happy and to have a wonderful day.
Of course at first they ran away…back into the bushes, the grasses…the woods.
I wasn’t sure if they heard me…or if the did…they understood.
But lately they’ve stopped running…they don’t find me so offending…
I think, perhaps, my words and thoughts they might be comprehending…
Or perhaps it’s nothing more than simply rabbit curiosity
I can’t be sure because, no matter how much I talk to them…
they have yet to talk to me.
But now that I have their attention…
I let them know they are welcome to talk to me too…
that they can take their time…that I’ll be listening when they do.
These rabbits are the first connection I’m trying to make…
on them many of my hopes and dreams are clinging….
because if this experiment works…who knows…
perhaps…
one day…
I’ll hear the songs the stars are singing.
They're called, "the Central Science"
and the Physics connecting with other
Natural Sciences. Becoming the Number
of Atoms on the Left and the Right in the
Equation for a Chemical Transformation
to be EQUAL.
They're the Quantity, the Structure, the Space
and the Change seeking out Patterns and
FORMULATING new Conjectures. Becoming Equations
of Expressed Relationships between given
Quantities, the Known and the Unknown.
They become an instant Luminous Sphere of Plasma
held together by GRAVITY.
Descending ever sooo brightly through
Dark Cloud Constellations.
Becoming their own Thermonuclear Fusion
and Interacting Gravity, giving the Earth its source
of ENERGY.
Let NO Scientist, Mathematician or Astronomer
determine their FATE.
A.J.C
Forgive me for not coming up to see you my dear.
I do not want you to see me as I now appear.
Out of pure necessity, I have to cover my head.
You may have a heart attack, and drop dead.
I gave those experiments I’ve been conducting another try.
However, something happened and it all went awry.
While I was inside the chamber, there was also a fly.
For knowledge of this experiment, there is only one other.
Please break the news gently to my brother.
I am now a hideous creature I do not want you to see.
No matter what it takes, bring that fly back to me.
It is important that somebody catch that fly right away.
If it dies, in this terrible state I will stay.
Based on the 1958 film “The Fly”
Awake! America!
Awake! America!
You may think that you are aware
But you are actually fast asleep
Your dreams are not real
And your days are too surreal
Day is night
And night is day
Your time line and election
Has been stolen
The cow ran away with the spoon
But the night shines bright under a darkened full moon
Hillary Hickory Dock
The rats ran away with the timeline clock
The change in time struck am 2
And away she flew
But we are left feeling blue
Hillary Hock Dock
The rats ran away with the timeline clock
The clock struck noon
He should not be here
But he is here believe it or not too soon
Awake! World!
Awake! World!
freeze lamb cocoon
carrot boot
skeleton mist daze
speak it as it was to be
something for a world of
people to love and admire.
delicious and special.
she wanted something that was flavored naturally.
we determined that a sweet fruity flavor would
be best. because she was cooking chicken
and felt it was best to have as much chicken as vegetables
she decided to make it easier on herself by using
something large to marinate the birds in.
she was cooking twenty game hens, and wanted a mixture of flavor
to marinate the birds in.
she came up with this.
in a large roasting pan she added,
5 pounds of grapes (vines and leaves)
2 trouts (scaled and cleaned)
4 garlic bulbs (halved and unpeeled)
5 medium onions(quartered with peels)
10 lemons(squeeze the juice and and halved)
5 sprigs of rosemary
4 sprigs of thyme
2 gingerootz (chopped)
5 small chilis (halved)
1 cup of cilantro
roast for about one hour( to extract the pungent aromas)
you only want the juices that are extracted from the mixture
drain by using a colander, and a fine screen.
allow to cool.
in a blender add
2 cups of olive oil
1/4 cup of salt
2 green peppers
1 large red onion
2 small chilis (seeds removed)
2 cup of red wine
3 cups of lime juice
1 cup of light brown sugar
4 tablespoons of ground ginger
1/2 cup of white vinegar
7 cloves of garlic
mix smooth and add to the cool mixture
2 two five gallon buckets with lids
add the game hens and pour mixture to cover all the birds.
marinate overnight.
broil birds in the oven until done.
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1 and one half cups of lemon juice
1 cup of coconut milk
1 cup of grapefruit juice
4 tablespoons of cayenne pepper
1/2 cup of honey
8 tablespoons of crushed garlic
1 cup of minced shallots
1 cup of coconut flakes
1/4 cup of light brown sugar
6 tablespoons of rum
4 tablespoons of grounded cumin
1 and 1/4 cup of olive oil
1/4 cup of mint leaves
3 pounds of deveined shrimp
marinade.
in a large roasting pan, add 1 cup of butter
and a half cup of olive oil
sautee about
6 cups of chopped eggplants,
6 cups of diced (cooked potatoes)
1 cup of green onions
add shrimp (cook shrimp underdone!)
add marandae and thicken with cornstarch
They've been working on this for years
Inside the government
To try a replace the brain of man
With that of a purple eggplant
This idea to me sounds genius
If you know what it is that I mean
People round here might start making sense
Pass the veggies if you please
They called all the top notched scientists
And vegetarians throughout the land
To see what would be the best variety
In this eggplant transplant experiment
They settled on the aubergine
Great Brittan's joy and pride
When it comes to the perfect eggplant
Those Limey's will not be denied
They were afraid if they went to the private sector
That person would surely be missed
So they grabbed someone unsuspecting
Inside of the government
They told the low level employee
A bit of truth mixed with a little white lie
They needed him for his vast understanding and knowledge
Plus they'd be serving cookies on the side
They added a little something to the cookie dough
That knocked the governmental genius to his knees
Plopped him down on the gurney
...Let the experiment proceed if you please
They cracked his skull wide open
Where upon they couldn't believe their eyes
Right there inside of his cranium
Already an eggplant did reside