Best Mechanics Poems
the things you both see
you all see
is merely a continuity safeguard
one of the laws written in to prevent chaos
we can't have multiple lifeforms occupying the same space all seeing and experiencing something different
it just wouldn't work
so we've set impulses to align where and whenever possible
sure as hell easier when you lot are on your own
takes a heap of pressure off the system
that way we suspend everyone else
they're not needed
you don't surely think they're individually living do you
no, just on hold, paused
until you're no longer on your own
then we have our work cut out again
and many coffees go cold
High Vibrations are imperative combined and intertwined with unconditional love for everything and every human on earth.
In manifesting wants, needs, and desires one must be extremely specific and on point in every manner and aspect of height and girth.
Unconditional love is the prime element along with a positive mindset in harmony of heart in any situation.
A continuous positive mental attitude will propel one and draw one into the magnetized opportunities using a higher state of intuition.
there will be a baby crying
in the next room, but not yet
people are still standing around
my bed and I'm still on my last breaths
they won't leave until I have gone
a brown leaf about to fall
I remember the white foam of waves
not rampaging bulls in Spanish streets
but subtle colourings of children's books
gently paging in rippling tides by bare feet
sand on toes in fizziness
those waves, they kept on repeating
some are probably praying
others counting along with the clock
they stand around my bed
some I want to leave, others I want to stay with
I've done the fighting, I've done the pleading
cue the baby in the next room
I am
all nine deaths
of
the anti cat
do not
curse me
Einstein’s numbers predicted it.
Alas, this classic physicist rejected it.
Tiny, entangled particles in mutual dependence
Separated by the longest distances.
Spooky action at a distance,
We cannot grasp this miracle,
Yet, science verifies the fact.
Objects the size of Buckyballs
Can link trillions of miles apart.
This communication or teleportation
ten thousand times faster than light!
Yes, au revoir light speed,
From your limits are we freed!
Spooky action at a distance,
Engineers dream of quantum computers.
Might we also harness this quandary
To reach the outer edges of space?
Might this anomalous principle
Account for certain sky visitors,
Objects authoritatively recorded,
Abruptly perishing in our clouds?
Spooky action at a distance.
cuz...well...this cerebral cortex lacks
ability to comprehend anything
more complex than playing jacks
aware his severe cognitive ability hacks
away at such juvenile gibberish
and most likely exacts
a prediction my intelligence
on par with bracts
very much aware that
without recourse to contrivances
delineating the passage of time,
wherever said out
standing invisible essence
which moments lapse just now ago
Now!
no just a moment ago Yaw
that, this or another instant
did without so much as a wow
lapse, and lucky
21st *****Sapiens to vow
and lay claim thee or thou
aware the amorphous ether
one can reefer as a sow
or any other animate or
inanimate direct or indirect object re:
yule lie zing
any analogy, metaphor, simile,
et cetera a poor substitute to pre
sent every second, minute,
hour...that doth nee
dull our attention akin
to banshees, or comparison
to something else
totally tubularly off the wall lee
ving without a trace
only prompt a feeble yet apropos je
ne sais quois, yet even then any primate a he
than (if individual couched in this free
to believe in any religion country, and cre
may shun versus burial predicated
adherence to idea of a soul aie...aye
how write with frustration struggle to affix bye
and bye, some nebulous notion, that doth defy
tis a futile effort to codify, fortify,
identify abstract concepts, whose high
arc key eludes pinpointing a per jai
guru dev, place or thing (ha)...
Three dimensional
This conceptual framework
Is what we call space
I have some mechanical pencils
And poof! With just one little click,
The lead is supposed to emerge and
Of course, in that pose it should stick.
But lo and behold, it’s not working!
The lead starts to slip and to slide
And just when I’m jotting a thought down,
It playfully slips back inside.
It’s better to keep to the old kind,
The yellowish ones made of wood.
They’re trusty and steadfast and stable;
It’s hard to improve on what’s good.
Yet there’s just the tiniest drawback –
When writing a lot, as I do,
If I carry a regular pencil,
I must carry a sharpener, too!
The mechanics of the clock
The stutter of the ticks and tocks
The cogs eternally clenching teeth
Singing songs from underneath
The changing features of the clock face
Each hand steadfast in its place
Pendulum swinging, sounds like a knock
Who's there? I ask. Tick-tock-tick-tock.
The Mechanics of Time
Time is a given; a constant except when every clock you have displays a different time.
Daylight Savings Time, spring forward; an hour lost,
gone, disappeared,
vaporized into nothing but molecules of super-charged air.
Time to reset every clock by a lost hour; but what happens when each one shows a different time?
Two clocks on coffee machines, off by one minute each; two more kitchen clocks, one on the oven, the other on the microwave
both showing different times.
According to every device in my house time seems to be vanishing by incremental seconds, then minutes.
The Apple I-Pad device that syncs to some remote world-wide system, displays still another variation of time gone awry.
If time is a given, a constant, then how is it possible that these five devices can all be off by a nanosecond, a second, a minute or more?
Time seems to have warped into another dimension in my kitchen;
does this mean this is the end of the time-space continuum?
Even worse, this apparent irreversible time shift seems to envelop my whole house. In one bedroom there are two more different time zones appearing.
Another two in the family room, both unequal in their precise measurement of time; these are followed by three other different time zones in another part of the house.
By my count I am trapped in eleven different time zones with all of them not even off by the same margin of error.
If the mechanics of time are a given and can be calculated down to the millionth of a second, how is it possible that time has become broken in my house when the clocks are reset for Daylight Savings Time?
Quantum Mechanics:
The new God
Explaining all.
All creating all.
It can be here, there
And everywhere
Popping out of nothing
And no where.
All at once
Spooky at a distance.
Multiverses a la carte
Something out of nothing
And the chicks for free !
Fluctuations, strings and all vibrations
Musician clowning
Dancing with a violin.
But why should it be,
Be at all ?
Who done it ?
The One God !
All things have purpose and meaning within,
deciphered, at cost, by those of keen mind.
Surely, this dream they call love is akin,
with mechanics and rules of its own kind.
Evidence traces back thousands of years,
and billions today try their best to make sense,
of all the hopes and the joys and the fears,
that have made, do make, and will make us hence.
What we need is a Newton or Einstein,
who can decipher the shape of the heart,
then find the equation for which we pine,
so we have control o'er falling apart.
Where, then, is the soul to conquer the tear?
It comes in the form of an engineer.
Written 20 September 2017
I have a troublesome car
always something to deal with
makes me wanna go to a bar
I have around here
a handy auto service station
it should only be next-door!
cause when it comes to repairs,
I always need some more
now the station has an odd name
it's named Quantum Auto Repair
you might think this sounds lame
but if you really don't care,
I'll go on just the same,
Jim and Mike are the mechanics
that try to keep me on the road
I'm sure you know what's comin' next,
you hardly need be told....
yes they're Quantum Mechanics,
so slick with truck or car
they can fix about anything
you know how some people are
but last time I was there
I stumbled upon a book
that laid on their worktable
I had to have a look!!
sure, enough, Steven Hawking's
physics treatise
how could they follow this??
even with my lengthy schooling
this was something I would miss
I guess it goes to show you,
don't judge on cover-alls
'cause you might be surprised
on where the truth falls!!
I
Reduced to nothing
But not absolute Zero
I have residual energy
And nothing is not nothing
It has something, always
And we can get something out of nothing
II
The quantum world tells us truths
About nothing: if I am as a quantum vacuum
I have residual Jiggles
So let your jiggles jangle
The Universe decreed it
Nothing can get you down to zero
Out of nothing, juggle & jiggle something
After all, that is the 'nutrino' feeding sunshine
We be entwined and entangled,
for spooky action at a distance,
despite our separation.
For I know what you are up to.
I know how and what you think.
I know your feelings, fads and focus.
I know that you know, the same about me.
For we spent so much time being together.
Serendipity loads the dice for chance encounters.
Our fates are intertwined, snared together, entangled.
Recurrences ring the déjà vu party line.
For actions and reactions, spooky at a distance.