Best Hypotheses 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---
** Devotion Poem, VANTAGE POINTS **
(For Jim. #17 in Devotion Poem Series)
“I’m not a romantic,”
you announced at the very beginning
With a side-flick of your hand
As if you might then stand
To exit…taking along your trail
Of cool colors — the blues and greens —
Too unwilling for any startling
By my sun yellows, tangerine oranges
Or my bleeding reds,
To disturb your eyes.
But committed to staying, you added,
“I’ve never been able to wink either,”
demonstrating that disability as if
To say, “At you, I would if I could.”
Hypotheses and proofs, have
always linked
In your engineer’s character,
While crayons and ongoing arrows
spread out through mine,
Which, like our colors,
I thought were complimentary,
But now it appears you
might have thought
were just me being childish
And not about any inspired creativity,
from the other side of the brain, so
Alien to the light-green violets
On your side of the color wheel:
Where the palette of intelligence
has formulae —
Not unpredictable outbursts
Or random integers of emotion.
Once, you held me like the first
Glimpsing of a winking Venus
in the dusk
Presenting to all
Her prelude of heaven’s lights
To continue on through the night…
But now, paddling deep in
an ocean of years,
I fear that you find me
Like a flicking bedside candle
Meddling in your wish to sleep…
While some galaxies
in my cosmos
Have darkened
With my own self-depreciation
and decline
So like
Those stars
and dreams that have gone aging.
But inside,
My sun’s risings and settings
Still glow blessed
With vibrant, surging color…
Wishing to be held by
your morning’s horizon-blue eyes.
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(c) sally young eslinger 3/22
Thanks be to God
Teleological
hypotheses bore me
Tautological phraseology
snores me
A beer and a burger ~
I adore thee
Gravity keeps our feet on the ground,
Stops us from slapdash flying around.
This force of attraction ‘fictitious’ gives weight
And makes all fall down at equivalent rate.
(Albeit in flights of fancy it seems
That gravity follows the laws of dreams.)
Relativity caused Newton’s view to shatter,
In positing spacetime to be curved by matter.
So objects will take a particular path
That must correspond with Einsteinian math.
(The upshot is bodies have odysseys
Appropriate to their geodesies.)
Gravitons, a gravitational source
Of controversy, are seen as a horse
Of a quite different color altogether.
But then scientists aren’t birds of a feather.
(Some sit upon their a priori-based fences
And come up with theories defying the senses.)
Weak or strong, short or long, what is this thing
Called gravity? Wide hypotheses swing.
There are those who suppose that it’s this, others that.
Maybe someday, they all just might have it down pat.
(Meanwhile gravity, though we resize and shape it,
Will still have its own way— for who can escape it?)
– Harley White
Sub-atomic particles
the atoms they form
molecules, cell organelles
cells, machinery of life
organs, organisms
communities and ecosystems
planets, solar systems, galaxies
galactic clusters and their inverse
black holes the doors to other
universes, a contradiction
in terms.
For language and its shadow
consciousness must hold matter
the material world snugly inside concepts
theories and hypotheses to be
experimentally verified using vision
and the other senses, collecting data
and interpreting the known facts
accumulated over time.
Can matter
exist without a consciousness to behold it?
Believing in
our mortality (the species)
we have created God
(a supreme being)
probably not carbon-based
to encompass every universe
but is God
inside or outside
consciousness? Can God
tell us what to do
or must we tell God
alone
what to do?
Here is ego
projecting personality, exerting force
on community, asserting the existence
and predominance of component DNA.
An already hackneyed theory that DNA
survival drives
procreation, personality, savings bonds
everything but poetry (most poems included).
Mustache, cowboy hat
horse whisperer, gulag master
Odysseus, King Lear
salvation in the details.
Yes, these personalities individual and interesting
as opossum, bear
oak and ash
beech nut, pine cone
Grand Canyon sandstone, Green Mountain granite.
Stories written stories told
Words described to be hold
Ideas transformed onto a page
A fantasy released from there cage
Belief in a plan from beginning to end
Where once myth became legend
A theory was born into tragedy
Autobiographies and memoirs became history
Was the hypotheses of record enough to quell
Maybe the conceived cliffhanger will become a sequel
Where the interpretation of adventure lives after the start
While the book of knowledge remains forever in the heart
She was an abstract woman in a clinical world
theoretically reasoning her notions were perfectly
discerning midst-chaotic sensibilities,
whilst her inane whimsicality kept semblances of
insanity eye-leveled twixt reconfigurable ideologies'
over-share & objectionably designated delicacies of
exothermic exposures pseudo-psychic phenomenons,
therefrom she found divinities were misaligned
with governmental expansions as an alternative to
spirituality and hypotheses of butterfly hurricane frolics,
'twas indubitably manifestations of poetically piddled
calculating escapism artistes & scoffing con-conspirators
Many sayings have been told about love,
Many romance books written,
Plenty of love novels published,
Organizations of love established…
And counselors and authors…
And theories and hypotheses…
But do they know love?
Do they feel our hearts when they are crumbled?
Do they see the beauty and ugliness inside our souls?
Do they really know when the heart is rebuilding from its past?
None sees,
None knows.
My Love,
My Love,
Love is not about they,
Love is not about them,
Love is about us.
My Love.
Love is not about beauty,
Love is not about physic,
Love is not about fashion,
But love is about our hearts encrypted in the other however ugly we are,
Love is about us.
My Love.
Love is not about money,
Love is not about wealth,
Love is not about luxury,
But love is about our souls mixed together as one even when nothing is there to fill us,
Love is about us.
My Love.
Love is not about seasons,
Love is not about how many days,
Love is not about how many years,
But love is about how much time can we endure us,
Love is about us.
My Love.
Love is not about the past,
Love is not about experience,
Love is not about the sins of our past,
But love is about how can we live in the present far from the past,
Without it hurting our future,
Love is about us.
My Love.
Love is kind,
Love suffereth long,
Love does not behave itself unseemly,
Love is not puffed up,
Love thinketh not evil,
Love seeketh not itself,
Love,
Love.
My Love,
Your Love,
Us.
What is the purpose of poetry,
and therefore the meaning of the poet?
Beautiful style?
Aesthetic merit?
Artistic elegance or the beauty of its truth?
Is poetic purpose the meaning of its language
or the art of linguistic choices?
Of course it must be both,
symbiotically planting and fertilizing,
creating and cultivating, each incubating embryo,
flowing and forming regenerative language
An expression of intuition
with deduction, co-arising
refined with exegetically known
and felt soul-truth
through eisegetical sieved analogies,
trials and sub-optimizing errors,
evolutions and ecologies of syntax
conjoined within and without
through transcendent values
avoiding prosaic disvalues,
relationships inviting well-being,
principles of languaged left-brained human nature
dancing prancing right-brain's preposterous spirit,
dream-dancing DNA encryption
team-taught description
within each cell of healthy live
is not unwealthy evil.
Poets seed and winnow language,
thought,
understanding and unlearning
misunderstanding,
rationality
and polymorphic transanity,
form and function flowing fine flowering frequencies
comprehensively mentoring
and mediating
Earth's holistic therapy.
Eisegetical hopes and hypotheses disclose Time's exegetical ecology.
Poetic epiphany disguises Earth's logic as mythic teleology.
It took us too long,
but eventually
we noticed Republican women
and Democrats both women and men
often preferred to spend about twice as much on domestic education
and defensively proactive mutual health care assurance
as compared to international defensive co-investment,
too often reduced to the militaristic over-industrialized budget.
And, of that international relations budget,
about two-thirds for growing cultures of healthy peace warriors
and maybe up to one-third on policing criminal offense
with cooperative co-investment intent.
So,
the domestic and educational security matriarchs
formed cooperative ecopolitical networks
for governing inside these fifty States,
while the more WinWin patriarchs
tried to mutually dominate
a more Left-Right Brain and Mind and Incarnate Body
of harmonic global co-investment networks.
Both internal and external cooperatives
rooted in Lovelock and Margulis double-binding
chemistry as also synergetic microbiology
producing Gaia Hypotheses of CoRevolution,
flowering in Golden Rules Revised:
Do not not ecopolitically flex and do
as you would have your great grandchildren remember like you,
with kindness,
contentment,
grace of awesome love,
continued abundant co-investment
in regenerational strings of polypathic mutual promise,
positively imagined in our retrospective matriarchal-patriarchal future,
multicultures of health-balancing wealth.
Iain McGilchrist,
neurological psychologist,
builds on previous findings of Edward De Bono
and Julian Jaynes.
Human nature is bicamerally structured
for cerebral and appositional specialization,
inclusive and sacred empathies from Elder Right matriarchal,
with deductive-reductive linguistic natural laws
and patriarchal orders from Left hemisphere dominant enculturation.
This Left dominant hemispheric and global overshoot
has brought us to buying and selling military-industrialized colonization
with appropriate tools
to get deductive-reductive killing and maiming jobs done,
as necessary for justice in self-justifying wars
through metaphysical Win-Lose
Either-Or cognitive-emotive assumptions,
retributive justice.
As if punishment were a monopoly of social justice
rather than a rather poor suboptimization
of restorative therapeutic justice,
also both natural and spiritual
but for restoring health,
inclusive therapy of victims with our predative,
colonizing,
fear and anger-mongering,
commodifying of Earth's greatest sacred grace,
gifts of clean air,
pure water,
sacred healing fire-circles of WinWin intent,
healthy MotherLand fertility
of forests and virgin oceans
now horribly RightBrain lost,
depressed,
dissonant,
irrational pathologies
of too many bad boys
with sharp law and order enforcing toys,
and word choices,
and lack of more nurturing WinWin diplomatic options.
Fears and fake-divine idolatries
of HellFire and Jihad JustWar BrimStones
to punish those who dare defy
a Great Patriarchal YangGod of Victimization
rather than inviting available cooperative bicameral adjustments
of ego- with eco-conciousness,
to include Elder Sacred MotherEarth
born of Grandfather SunGod Radiant Powers.
Gaia hypotheses of Sacred RightYin
with EcoLogical PolyPaths of SecularLeft Yang,
co-arising nondual dipolar,
bicamerally dynamic ecopolitical prime relationship
of Yang +1Earth and Her Balancing EcoSystems
with YinSquared (-,-)0-Soul Theorem
equivalent to speed of reverting 4D light,
co-arising as also having co-gravitated
universal unity of space as also bilateral flow of time,
YangHere SecularLeft reweaving YinNow SacredRight,
breathing YangLeft here in,
breathing YinRight now out,
here in,
now out,
up,
down,
up and in YangLeft,
down and out YinRight...
I once read of a psychologist
her 1997 Yvonne Agazarian name
I can't quite LeftBrain recall
as our cooperative matriarchal
GroupTheory Ego/EcoGaming System,
sacredly ecotherapeutic--
restoring justice
as ego-theo-ecological peace.
Sacred, yet secularly securely proficient,
among deep learning WinStudents with WinTeachers
mutually secular-sacred Green
EcoTherapeutic Restoration Teacher Preachers
of HealthLeft-WealthRight flowing bilateral care
for WinWin dipolar WiseElder parents
sharing a reforesting ecoschool EarthTribe lesson ride
flying bicamerally through double-bound historic dipolar relational images
and cause-effect enculturations,
yet also swimming transgeneratively matriarchal amphibian
WinWin back toward pre-millennial re-acclimation tales of tails
and stories of winged restorations.
ZeroZone wombed
Virgin Mother Mary
shabbat paradise
reforesting ocean-boundaried Heavens
of flickering flight starlight
health-wealth nutritional Ego-EcoWisdom,
inside with outside sacred classrooms
within secularizing pathological LoseLose climates.
Left yang-deductive--SacredRight yin-inductive
EgoGod with or against DivineEco Gaian ZeroZone
resilience
polypathic nutritional resonance
theory of health-groups Left with RightWing
EgoPolitical
DNA inside
with Elder RNA outside classroom PositivEnergy flow
of nutritional polyphonic voices
singing EarthTribe's resilient healthy wealth--
in WinWin C-squared major matriarchal keys.
Here GroupTheory
and WinWin Green Cooperative RealTime Gaming Systems
co-invest ecopolitical language
polyculturally seen
and polynomially thought
and polyphonically sung
health resiliently and wealth resonantly meet
to deep learn fractally robust
ZeroZone
ecotherapeutic four-season planning
for polycultural outcome optimization
Including empowerment of Group Game Theories
to predict RealTime nutritional WinWin ZeroZone Design
for healthy-wealth
bicamerally evolving Ego/EcoSystemic
Bilateral Gaian Hypotheses.
All sacred things
work out
for the integrity
of EarthTribe's potential
health care--within
and yingiving--without
hoarding wealth.
Speeding through the depths of space,
186,000 miles a second I race.
Catching nothing but a shimmer of you,
over millions of light years you still shine through.
At light speed I pass by nebulae and galaxies,
warm and loving you are in my hypotheses.
The beauty of the universe,
Still does not quench my sought for thirst.
For you are the beauty I hold dear,
As your radio wave I finally hear.
Your elegant beauty strips me of fundamental thought,
As your intellect fuses with elegance my heart you solely caught.
With my chest erupting like a solar fare,
As you climb upon me with a lustful stare.
Drag me in with your sweet gravity,
hold me in for near an eternity.
Strip me of my molecular stability,
As we fall into infinity, infinity
As we bond into a beautiful singularity.
Form:
Early morning hours:
Rain bans the sun
Mist drives out knowledge
and invites random
different reflections
ideas, hypotheses
suppositions
Little critters
or birds, squirrels
lawnmowerman
some friends
with persisting
incredibly annoying
loyal persuasion,
do not give up
Until you
frustrated
grab your book,
flee to the library:
silence
solitude, but still
sneakily
with love
and a smile
***
June 1, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Rules and regulations bring economic strangulation
Policies and procedures serve the whims of weak leaders
Statutes and ordinances pave the road to subordinance
Hypotheses and theories render creativity weary
Laws and by-laws stick fast in your craw
Custom and tradition tie the hands of ambition
Axioms and corollaries, originality bury
Torts and contracts recall long-dead artifacts
Plea bargaining, eminent domain, the statute of limitations
Reek of appeasement and Machiavellian machination
Give me a world without all the perverse legalese
A world of brave men, who dare do as they please