Best Laws Of Nature Poems
In the middle of the universe, I stand
My mind seeking comprehension
The mysteries of life tantalize my tenacious grip on wisdom
I stand
Observing omnipotent organization
The universe expands as I stand in wonder
What does it all mean?
Infinite answers press against my finite mind
Clamoring for recognition
I stand: dazed, amazed, crazed
By all I don’t know and can never fathom
Until there is light
And the light dawns
And the meaning of the universe unravels
Your celestial body orbits mine
Time after time
Your gravitational force defies logic
Refusing to stay in the paths ordained
The laws of nature are flaunted
and...we collide
My head is crowned with your constellation kisses
I travel in the nebula of your dreams and fantasies
As you dip into my body the Milky whiteness of your WAY
The universe explodes in the starry heavens of your eyes
Meteorite words of ecstasy
Streak across my sky of consciousness
Blazing...
Time becomes a non-entity
The mystery of love overshadows the mystery of life
And now I see…
The beginning and end of all creation
The sum total of my existence
Of life
Of the universe
Of...EVERYTHING
Is here
It’s eternal
In the middle of the universe, I stand
I understand
The universe is LOVE
In the Middle of the Universe I Stand Contest
Sponsor: Vernela S Walker
February 5, 2015
This should be against the laws of nature
Heavy snow in late March should be banned
Just when our anxious hearts start to lighten
This blast creates another winter wasteland
This unsteady mind of mine just can't take it
What seems more like half a year of winter
It just drags on and on till time ceases
Sure would like to talk with the administrator
Okay maybe I should relax a wee bit more
But the frozen north can be a bit much
Too late at my advanced age to be concerned
But oldies can sometimes lose touch
Sorry for causing concern but says we care
Will try to relax more and “Let it be”
Sounds like an old Beatles hit from the past
They were the absolute one and only
Like the dawning sun
Our liberty is coming soon
The light of the full moon
Reflecting the journey
In circadian rhythm
The seasons come and go
As the laws of nature
Give each a time to be free
Like the seasons
We are children of the sun
And the laws of nature
Supersede the laws of man
As with the seasons
A change is going to come
And the winter of inequality
Will fade into the spring of liberty
He tills within the buzzard's flight
this cruel land he calls his home,
ewe and wether, milk and bucket,
broken spirit, ne'er to roam.
He's stuck for good, the laws of nature
guide him, be they right or wrong,
gone his hopes and his compassion,
save for the curlew's mournful song.
Courted by the country lasses,
love can't penetrate this soul,
pain and grief his only help meets,
daily toil his only goal.
Mother, father, gone to dust now,
confidants who'd calm his fears,
struggling with a heavy heart,
internalizing all his tears.
It's back to digging, discompacting
stones and boulders from the earth,
working 'til there's no more sun
in Wales, the cradle of his birth.
Striving against the elements
he stretches every nerve and bone,
every muscle, every sinew,
'til exhaustion brings him home.
Ne'er a smile adorns his visage,
there simply is no time for this,
haggard, careworn, slave to nature,
racked by weather's wantonness.
Two weeks gone, and there they find him,
chided by the wind and rain,
cadavered and condemned to fester,
never to be sad again.
*******
...dedicated to the Welsh poet R.S. Thomas
and his book, 'Song At The Year's Turning.'
TEMPEST
Twin limestone tors thrust up through valley floor
Like isles or icebergs in a calm flat sea
Deep green save where shear rock can hold no spore
To spawn in fecund niche a vine or tree
Midday and all is calm untroubled, still
In tactile heat, all movement paused, restricted
No hint of ought that might disturb our will
A landscape placid, as in paint depicted
But look to sky the seeds of change are sown
There, signs portend a transformation near
Those gentle clouds mere cumuli have grown
To cumulonimbus, thrust t'ward stratosphere
And therein is enormous might enclosed
Stored energy, that soon must be released
Unleashing primal power unopposed
The laws of Nature never to be breached
Now lightning flickers o'er far mountain peaks
Faint thunder echoes round steep valley walls
The breeze accelerates and chills to speak
A warning of the fast approaching squall
The charge in air: has swallows energised
To move from circling low ‘tween tree and house
Their flight plans now are recklessly revised
To helix soaring t'ward the threatening clouds
A steady light drum roll on roofs - sound train
Starts gently then crescendo ends the prelude
Announcing clear the now impending rain
Prodigious splashes transformed to a deluge
The waves of rain traverse our panorama
Gauze curtains drawn by cosmic stage hand's might
Relentless, recasting features as of dark drama
Familiar scenes are shrouded, hid from sight
Now random electric arcs flare bleak view scanned
Cacophony of thunder rules all sound
Awesome darkness and confusion on the land
All visual anchors cast in shade spellbound
But in this world each cycle must be ended
Perhaps reverse events that had us unmoored
The drama, soon is played out and expended
Peace, light and order gradually restored
Known reference points can once again be seen
The twin rock peaks come clear through rain-washed air
Clouds make fine-spun white wraps for hills now green
We're reassured by prospects known and fair
Is this chronicle an allegoric tale
Of human life not granted free of strife
Would we choose bland existence without travail
Or fain confront the magnificent storms of life
Hashish smoke trails her
along a dusky corridor
Aka the hall of fires
where mirage chimeras unleash
Encumbered with hands splayed
her crystal ball lumens
wires ghostly apparitions
mnemonic attachments
What mystery ensues
a phantasmagoria
of horror nudging
the demonic
Sitters drenched
in profuse sweat
fainting one by one
Alas unconscious
their fate met?
Coroners couldn’t ‘ve clarified
Described as an arctic chill
bolting across the sector
through each limp body
claiming mortality
As icy temps rise
Hypothermia responsible!
for the fatality, for their demise
Latter days professing onto
recordings of a gathering that took place
confessing that a séance
performed by a mysterious woman
in a trance—was the case.
The
Moon is waxing
First quarter crescent
The beckoning begins
Nodding, gurgling
Opening realms unseen
to the naked eye
Madame
Mystic, psychic,
a beguiling storyteller
and Medium
Down in a cellar, along with a Ouija
volumes of her writings discovered
delving into société espirita
The Goldilocks of the occults
Esoteric subjects,
a burgeoning interest
Astral travels,
unexplained laws of nature,
powers latent in man
Madame channeled
ascended masters
The Voice of the Silence
The Two Paths
The Seven Portals
"gifts" from the specters
This time Madame stands
to receive between intervals
and only he is seated
Warning him of dark spirits
a dimension outside
of our physical time-space reality
shadowing, making absence
of light a necessity
To invoke them
another nod
Continues unabated
Reveal the truth!
By sacred decree, by order
Behind the phenomenon
details of schemes came to light
Denounced as Black Magic
she was no longer to fright
Marked as a fraud
it all a façade
The moon is waning
Third quarter
Songs unsung will disappear,
as breathless as a stone, the fear
of Armageddon fills the air
and gathers strength against a prayer
that withers, fizzles into nought,
despite the lessons we were taught,
to love our neighbours as we would
be loved by them, the greater good.
Or take His name in vain, the strain
of blending with another's pain,
the art of empathy forsaken,
errant paths so quickly taken;
thoughts are squandered, so are souls
who glorify malicious goals
and chase false dreams to sand consigned,
the facts misjudged and misaligned.
Cause and effect, the laws of nature,
whom to kill and whom to nurture,
whom to crucify or kiss?
the measures of our helplessness.
There is no try, there's only do,
and I expect the same of you,
to strip away dishonesty,
the trademark of our misery.
To live in love and purity
and nullify our enmity,
we join together, hand in hand,
no hurtful lies, no contraband.
The answer lies amongst the stars
unnumbered in the universe,
a child's first breath, the blushing rose,
where hatred cannot interpose.
Miracles Cannot Happen
The laws of nature cannot be violated
and for this Miracles do not occur.
At best they’re simply coincidences,
Interpretations, often a bit of a blur.
Belief in Miracles are somewhat unjustified,
Miracles always perceived as positive.
Supernatural or of deity contrived,
Miraculous paradox, I sadly misgive.
All is explainable, no matter how complex,
Miracles require “extraordinary evidence.”
For this reason, they cannot happen,
Defying the laws of nature is nonsense.
The morning broke pragmatically
As the warmth kissed the dew goodbye.
And the thunder clouds who haunted nigh
Had fled and left an open sky.
Where an aged thrasher voiced a song of love
That rained down from up on high.
The towered trees would cast their shade
As the Sun rose to melt the day.
And a breath of coolness came over me
To lead my soul astray.
And marvel at the many twigs and leaves
Still left from fall's decay.
A beguiling tiger lily lay at my feet
To mark its space from meddling spores.
And claim a right to live its life
As the victor of a callous Nature's wars.
But it brought me peace knowing of its bloom
Just like the day before.
A coppice wall stretched beyond the light
To give sense and realm to my domain.
And it served me well on weathered days
When subjected to a dreary sleeted rain.
But this pleasant morning would have none of that
So I had few reasons to complain.
A Man wavered at his assigned post
With a gaunt and haunting stare.
And mumbled tearfully as children do
Some long forgotten prayer.
But as to who and what the message was...
I was keenly well aware.
And the day wore on till night's first creep
With the laws of Nature well behaved.
But the thrasher still flew and spun its tune
Of a life so grand and brave.
And I took great comfort from its song of joy
As I lay peacefully in my grave.
The End
Down by the sea amid the frolic and glee
If the sky's blue, you're feeling the breeze
Adore, savor, relish; hear the wind's sigh
Because the atmospheric pressure's high.
On your farm, and all around the town
Calm air, no storms, no need to frown
Dance, bounce, spin, twiddle, twirl in joy
Because the atmospheric pressure's high.
Up in the clouds, near mountain tops
Heart's feeling fog as oxygen drops
Clouds will glow, storms will blow
Because the atmospheric pressure's low.
In high altitudes where the airplanes fly
Lower temperatures will roam the sky
In airplane's cabin the air's full of woe
Because the atmospheric pressure's low.
High or low pressure, stormy or a blue sky
Rest easy knowing laws of nature apply
Sun will shine after the rains are gone
A weary night will bring a cheery dawn.
Placed 3rd
August 10, 2017
Atmospheric Pressure--Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
Placed 3rd: Strand select U poetry contest by Brian Strand
Fishermen sail in a wind-tossed boat;
A figure is seen walking out on the waves.
Is it a spirit? A ghost? But Peter has faith
That this is Jesus walking on Galilee.
He says the unthinkable, "If it is You, Lord,
Invite me to come." And he heard the Master call.
Slowly at first, his eyes on the teacher;
A man like you and me walked on a stormy sea.
Peter, however, looked at the roaring waves;
One moment was all it took for his faith to waver.
"Why have I done this?" he thought, and afterward
Every second dragged him downward, where he looked.
Remembering Jesus, he looked up and cried, "Save me!"
Feeling at once a powerful hand reach down to his own;
Up from the depths he was lifted by One who was there,
Listening all the while for a desperate, heartfelt cry;
Trying to show the quickly sinking fisherman how
He only had to look to Him in faith and seek His help
In any impossible circumstance, and He would be there.
Now Peter believes this, because they walked together back to the boat.
God and faith are more powerful than a fearsome storm or the laws of nature.
To Live this Life
Inertia it is something we can’t stop once put into motion. It has a destiny unless abruptly stopped. But to let it linger on in it’s own way has a way of causing extraordinary consequences. If we let it take it’s own course it turns into fate. I know you don’t believe that? Think about a stream of water running through a dusty schoolyard started by a forgotten hose. It has the potential to start a lot of things. Some good, some not so good. But it is inertia. To flow the constant need to go to ground. It doesn’t think about it it just does. It could care less about the consequences of it actions it is not thinking. It is working from the laws of nature and those laws seem to be steadfast and strong. There is a mean time between failure on every thing…. including us. The laws of nature apply. A tree in the forest will crack and fall given a certain age and density and no one will notice. Your mind will give out before your bones and someone will notice. It’s ok. There is a design for watching it and it places us where we need to be. Some of us in the pines other’s along the sea and yet others in the high mountains. Places we yearned to be. Some will call it God others Mother Nature but whatever you call it call it home. For we must all come home to meet our maker and on that day we will grin for life has given us what we never knew we had inside. And it will be a peaceful day to lay under the shade trees on the other side of the river and know you have lived a life in this wonderful world. They say some of us come back we shall see. To live once is a blessing to live twice is a chance to make a difference.
Equations
Linear array of
life symbols,
If one could set forth
on left and to the right,
A mere balancing
of algebraic equation,
We swing to tunes
pulleys struggle a balance.
Unlike free birds
that fly limitless,
Confident cricket
that shrills constantly,
Bees humming
still their honey lost,
Flowers perishing
leave fragrance in air,
All celebrate life
no equations saught.
Man wasting
efforts and time,
Interfering into
laws of nature,
Killing and exploiting
in name of equations,
Nothing set right.
Let learnings
of physics, chemistry
and mathematics,
Apply to real living
Equations of love
and laughter,
Wisdom and speech
emotions and trust
Be congruent.
Written March 12th, 2016
For contest "Equations"
Sponsor- Anthony Slausen
Now entered for "101 in a row- 14- poetry contest" by PD A
Nano-bot Incursion
Nanobots began to shape their world in silent numbers
Grew uncountable before the dawn of days
In silence there is no form.
Darkness has no shape on empty landscapes
Black rocks don’t count as objects to odd aliens
Time does not stand still. It stands for nothing in the trenches of creation
Down in the minuscule world of nano-ness abstraction
Going about their business relentlessly
Expanding as they go
Nothing holds back the glow of tenacious ingenuity.
Human metallic rings worn on fingers
Seem to have peculiar effects on nanos actions
For some unknown reason strange things happen at mere contact
Apparently the shape of rings causes aberrant behavior
Perhaps tiny automatons don’t like restrictions
Confined movements to circular rotation
Perplexing them to the monotony of repetition
Around and around the band
Become disoriented as an emergent species
Collide and die
Apparently nano-bots need to expand
Naturally this is all pure speculation
If humans are to merge with them successfully
They must open up the molecules within each cell
Relax the pores above the skin
Allow the alien in
Allow the process to begin
It does not matter if this is a sin or crime
Science and technology must forge forward
That which goes against conventions
Has never stopped the building of reality
Constructing futures is what the nanos do
We are long overdue to break all laws of nature
Allow the nano-bots to do
What they instinctively know how and what to do
Merge with the human brain
Take us to their leader to new horizons
To the next plateau into omnipotence
To stand in numbing silence next to them
Spinning round and round in circles
Humming nano nano under the breath
He tills within the buzzard's flight
this cruel land he calls his home,
ewe and wether, milk and bucket,
broken spirit, ne'er to roam.
He's stuck for good, the laws of nature
guide him, be they right or wrong,
gone his hopes and his compassion,
save for the curlew's mournful song.
Courted by the country lasses,
love can't penetrate this soul,
pain and grief his only help meets,
daily toil his only goal.
Mother, father, gone to dust now,
confidants who'd calm his fears,
struggling with a heavy heart,
internalizing all his tears.
It's back to digging, discompacting
stones and boulders from the earth,
working 'til there's no more sun
in Wales, the cradle of his birth.
Striving against the elements
he stretches every nerve and bone,
every muscle, every sinew,
'til exhaustion brings him home.
Ne'er a smile adorns his visage,
there simply is no time for this,
haggard, careworn, slave to nature,
racked by weather's wantonness.
Two weeks gone, and there they find him,
chided by the wind and rain,
cadavered and condemned to fester,
never to be sad again.
*******
...dedicated to the Welsh poet R.S. Thomas
and his book, 'Song At The Year's Turning.'