Best Hypothesis Poems
The most positive hypothesis is:
And I, if I be lifted up from the earth,
Will draw all men unto me.
John 12:32 This has been tested
Through the years,
And it still stands true.
Will you test the hypothesis
Or still sit around being blue?
The positive hypothesis is John 12:32.
wrote 9-14-10
we choose to reject
the null hypothesis
when it is true,
but why I still love you leaves
no alternative
Once there was a teacher by name Jenish Anthony "the Holy"
represented success by the simple equation “E=C2” coolly
“E” success in any endeavor of value
“C” uncompromising pursuit of a value
Bloody this hypothesis of Jenish"the great teacher" is no folly!
Medicinal scents of my impending demise
Morph to chocolate, cinnamon, sweet death-day cake
The final images burned into these old eyes
Their expressions of consternation and heartbreak
Orange glow, I surround them, my body ceases
Engulf them gently in the thing they will miss most
My embrace opens them, and their grief releases
Flesh cages blind them to how we are always close
Barest grasp I could attain in my mortal form
The most I had was a working hypothesis
Why I had to be continuously reborn
To shed the veil of material hypnosis
Simultaneously, hearts and minds interweave
Making a boundless unity, knowledge and love
Only over many lifetimes could I believe
In this all pervading Godness, not just above
Dizzying vista seen sharp, and my choices
To where and when I can go , and how, becomes clear
Fair new strands of life’s web, strange sounds of new voices
To be reborn in other worlds, or remain here?
Many higher forms of life, my soul can now be
Whole worlds, of themselves conscious, or countless new souls
Myriad ways to expand God’s being, love, glory
I become a multitude, a divided whole
So strange, this is how God grows its own beingness
Some of me will fall into darkest nothingness
Parts of me will blossom to transcend my wholeness
Our perfect imperfection, this loving oneness
5/24/16
© by Author
For Contest: Soul Consciousness
Sponsor: Catie Lindsey
Question: After death, will you have to enter again in another Earth life, and Why? (Among others...)
12 syllables/line
One day I sat silently thinking,
"Everyone is entitled to their own opinion,"
and realized that old adage is completely all wrong.
Opinions produce nothing of value,
and can be potentially dangerous too,
so no one is entitled to their own opinion in truth,
if only the above an opinion will produce.
If your opinion is in regard to a particular problem,
then follow up your opinion with a feasible solution.
Now it's no longer your opinion.
Now it's your hypothesis worth testing,
which could very possibly lead towards a proven solution,
but an opinion alone, on its own produces absolutely nothing.
"Keep your opinions to yourself,"
unless you have a hypothesis worth testing to back it as well.
All day out of sorts with self I fluttered like a leaf
Upon a monstrous limb of grief
There was nothing in psychology or even belief
I found to bring my soul relief
All day with smoke filled eyes I prismed light
But could not see beyond my tears
The invisible spectra of silent irresistible night.
A tree can take so much in its years:
The wind that shakes the soul is strong
That manhood cries, and cries so long.
I do not understand this thing at all, despite that I
Had worn myself with observations
That spans the larval fly to lakes of empereal sky
I had used words for consolations
Before, but not for me, the wrap around the heart
The soluble bandages of simple pain
For all its power comets still shred and fall apart
The beauty of the thing is truly vain.
And words likewise might store the years
But now means nothing to the salty tears.
No idle grief today I feel, no idle reason set me
Now, to drip and thaw in this gale
While root and soil upheave in caprice's glee
That this brittle life with life impale.
I have lost nor skin, nor gold, and yet the deluge
Without my flesh holds me enmesh
For mortality besieged, reduced, has no refuge
Where a storm stalked tree may thresh
I must believe in words from which I hide
There is a purpose for each tear I cried.
The moon was on its wane
Men enjoying killing animals in sport
Gallery floated by nymphs
Followed by princess and her mates
Hitherto hope sustained,
Anguishes over ruled,
Staggered by sickening quality
Merely were they impeded by malign?
What instinctively I loathed is futility
Wondered, foul villainy will rein?
I dreaded rather a dark pit vaguely
The archenemy of the delicate ones was creeping on apace
Already the suppressed mob had begun
To learn anew, one old repeated lesson
Becoming reacquainted with fear still be seen
I clearly could see the prince of Athena wins
While all remained busy with excitement,
It floated into my mind once again
Is it just stirring up in vain?
As it were by the current of my meditations?
Hypothesis on aristocracy continues,
Mockery on upper class sustains……..
Myths and hypothesis evolve through time.
From the Garden of Eden and before …
Until the undetermined end, men indulge themselves.
Speculation upon speculation, ideas arise and fall.
Hoarding the past *like shards on a battlefield.
**Dreaming, deliberating, debating ideas…seeking truths.
Reckoning the present in terms of antiquity.
Archaeological finds ***dance upon the past.
Today languishes into a myriad of tomorrows.
Wisdom flickers like a firefly sparkling the dark.
Illumination hides amid darkness of yesterday.
And wisdom is veiled like the sun during a solar eclipse.
Age upon Age; culture upon culture; faith upon faith,
Man has sought to explain his existence.
Thought upon thought, experiment upon experiment
Man’s mind methodically meanders amid collected facts.
Between the Creations, the Big Bang, and the appearance of life…
Beyond the imagination until the apocalypse
Men dissect creatures, theories, and facts…interpreting.
Weaving a web of logic to bind the beginning to the soul.
Hoping, discovering, discerning, deciding, debating…forever.
And thus, continues, the myths and hypothesis of man.
Copyright: Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
September 24, 2014
* Similie
**Alliteration
*** Personification.
Written for Debbie Guzzie's Designed by Devise Poetry Contest.
My mind is as fascinated with investments and divestments
as my body is attracted to healthy and beautiful vestments,
and haunted by prospects of naked loss of home
and integral identity.
My vested interests emerge issues and concerns about nutrition,
as opposed to malnutrition.
Nutrition, whether economic or political,
pursues ecologically systemic complexity.
PolyCultural nutrition can be consumed and produced by a healthy cooperative ecosystem,
while a monoculturally disturbed and aggressive absence of balance
harmony
grace
perpetuates internal v external systemic trauma.
We would all prefer,
regardless of cultural history of our vestments,
avoiding Other's aggressive win/lose values
without win/win cooperative body-health/mind-wealth merit
as effectively democratic,
confluently inclusive,
peacefully compassionate
as possible
through clear polypathic discernment,
multiculturally resilient wellness
passion/pleasure co-invested,
economically and politically co-arising
enlightening and empowering
compelling
spacious and timeless
harmoniously cooperative wealth
overwhelmingly vested
in nondual co-arising
mind/body
passion/pleasure climaxing
wealth/health co-infested experience
Whether the pantheistically connected mind of an ant
or polypathically EarthMother nurtured human,
whether the soulful voice of a river
or polyculturing choices of a rich forest,
or the SunFather enlightened spirit
of EarthMother's empowering cooperative nature
My mind invests in
and divests of
anthropocentric economic and political
monoculturing monotheistic history
Of healthy bodies and beautiful minds
spaciously and timelessly
haunted by monoculturing prospects
of sacred EarthMother's loveless loss,
homeless absence
of cooperatively organic
panentheistic Gaian integrity.
EarthTribe's co-empathic
beautifully invested mind,
fascinating co-empathic body-divestments,
where curious polypathic nature's nutrition
cultivates spiritual-mental health diversions,
spaciously enlightened and timelessly wealthy
co-arising authentically enlightened
and integrally empowering
bicameral left/righteousness
Polypathically organic minds
fascinated with investments and divestments
of panentheistically sacred bodies
attracted to politically healthy
and economically wealthy
creolizing Gaian co-infestments.
In measuring the Doppler shift of stars,
the universe we see seems to expand,
beginning a grand thought that is not ours:
God and the Big Bang do go hand in hand.
Created, the release of His remand,
the science having declared His demise,
heavens now collapse to a grain of sand,
and infinite, its mass, we are apprised;
earth coalesced in time under His watchful eyes.
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This is a Spenserian Stanza, 10a:10b:10a:10b:10b:10c:10b:10c:12c
Resurgence for the idea of a creator/designer within elements of the scientific community began with observations that pointed to a beginning for the universe...
The shining sun’s luminous effulgence
remains unknown but for a reflection
reminding the great star of its brilliance,
signalling need of manifestation,
that The one consciousness feels elation.
Take it or leave it, so say the scriptures,
in this reflected world, caricatures
as entities, assuming feeble form,
know not their true immense, boundless stature
until so feeling, bliss magnetism warm.
26-June-2021
The conjecture of cause
The evolution of effect
Harrowing my hypothesis
Like a wasp without a nest
Cut the chedder
World wide boom and bust
Economic cycles derived
From circadian rhythms
Making a corroded artery plunge
Into diabetic, catatonic comas
Companies that mine hormones
Sparkling that appetite reservoir
Congress will fund the model
Subsidies to the dirt and cheese
Feed lot arranged for meaty pleasure
Health stricken from the record
Drug money pays of the comeback
So get wise to the guise
The greed is still obscene
No unvarnished truth can belie statistics
We participate in the destiny
Claim you freedom and creativity
Consuming is voting by other means
For what is
And what will become
A well-to-do professor,
sat under an oak and pondered,
upon the meaning of love.
With his formula, reason, and math,
he arrived at a hypothesis.
A young student ,
a man smitten with a raven haired,
green-eyed beauty.
Sat beside him ,
and helped him ponder.
As the young man's mind started to speak,
his heart interrupted and said:
"Love is from the heart and not the mind,
love is crazy, peaceful, chaotic, everything.
Love is an ache, a hunger, a hurt,
you live every moment of your life for.
It is two halves of a whole
that long to be together
when they are apart.
It is nothing, it is all,
a sunrise, a sunset, a raging torrent.....
a peace like no other."
Igbo words for the feared mostly high tone
Perfectly matching what rattles The Bone
Her lexis for Death, Python, Snake - Fire
And it’s like speaker screaming, pitch higher!
So also Poison’s, Madness’ - ‘The Unpleasant’
Anger’s, Bullet’s - one can’t call The Pleasant
A Language quite tonally consistent
With ideas that The Pitch makes insistent…
Still stops not here The High-High tone feature,
For it does reflect on Paired-Up feature:
Igbo words for Two Eyes, Hands, Legs – nostrils…
Linguists had better like me feel the thrills.