Best Photon Poems
moved around so fast
outran traces of my past
contacts I'd amassed
with little hesitation
lost sight of situation
not stabilizing
life without compromising
'til next uprising
left holding tight to what was
searching out the next just cause
tangled up in lies
slim prospects can agonize
tear through the disguise
certainly no going back
when all planning goes off-track
some beliefs abide
because of truths which they hide
past acts they've denied
everything and nothing count
souls each taxed by right amount
my own mother's faith
premise easy to forsake
seemed too profit based
afterlife but a cheap trick
fake carrot attached to stick
relativity
defines things differently
with more symmetry
increasing agility
throughout the totality
time a state of mind
often used to try to find
nature's true design
of a mass always the same
yet constantly rearranged
where do we reside
in universe vast and wide
peer out from inside
closer to edge than center
current knowledge can't render
dark skies filled with voids
the cosmologist enjoys
and black hole destroys
this universe more or less
is chock full of nothingness
science lights the way
to where we headed these days
bits, bytes, down runways
send voyages toward Oort cloud
seeing how heavens are plowed
ride the bleeding edge
with data mining we dredge
what Einstein alleged
learning even photons bend
in order to reach their end
A photon of light enters this dented room
Screaming past my phase of a seared existence
Light escaped through the cracks of imperil doom
Shelled by the dull pounding of acquiescence
Opening the door to times external glow
Beams of light digress extremes that are below
Life increases with virtuous tender flash
Expressionless blinds my every fabric sash
Russell Sivey
I
If each of us is a song
We are not physical
If God sings us into life
We are resurrected beings -
Not physical either
II
You have believed when I talked 'wave'
And 'ocean'
It is the ocean that sings
Waves into existence, rides along
The entire ocean does the 'wave' thing -
Right?
So, too, God experiences through us:
Song, celestial vehicle, or waves
We merge into God, or return to One
Unity in Diversity
III
Appearances are not always accurate about inner reality
quantum mechanics admits it doesn't know a WAVE, or why photons think, decide --
That 'possibilities' are real, physicality not!
You and I are POSSIBILITIES
Image in Light
Images are light
Well an image is recorded
by and in light
Light which passes through a lens to strike a retina or a
photosensitive surface with an attached brain either
physiological or material
to percieve
I could say that an observer gives existence to an image
though this existence is not dependent on perception by an observer In a sense it is like S's cat in a box The image exists yet does not exist
For this percieved image is not its only existential form It exists in an array of photons
never needing to pass through a lens to perception
Many there must
be each a record???
of passing points
in time each point
recorded by photons
An image in light an
Image is Light
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A glowing presence appeared before me. Was I asleep or was I awake?
I thought her first a stranger; she wasn't a stranger at all.
“What is your name?” I asked. She said her name is: “Photon!”
I thought: How weird a name to be called.
“Who are you and where are you from?”
...thinking how mysterious she was.
“I was discovered over a million years ago,
and abide by whomever gives me cause!”
“You've known me all your life.” She exclaimed.
“I am powerful, mighty, and transcendent.
If not tamed, I deliver widespread loss & destruction.”
“Only God is omnipotent and omnipresent!” I clamored!
"That is true; but I was created that way for a reason.
Mistreating me results in death; respect me, and you will rejoice.
I can be a friend or foe...a good servant or a cruel master.
It is you who must make the choice.”
"Are you some kind of a god!" Seemingly irritated she replied:
“I am not! The power is in your hands, not mine!
You decide to use me for good or for bad. I must respond to both.
I can be a friend or foe...bring darkness or cause a light to shine.”
As her brilliance began to dissipate, I asked another question:
“Where do you go from here?” “All over! My work will never end.
My task is be a companion forever, to those who chose not to believe;
but the true, obedient, and faithful, they shall never see me again.
“Just one more question,” I pleaded, 'before you go away,
tell me: who are you really, and when will you transpire again?'
I travel the world over, and manifest whenever I am called.
My name is Photon; but to most, I'm known as: FIRE! So long my friend!”
By Milton L. Delgado
May 16, 2016
A photon that's observed,
Will most always seem to split,
Or bend around a curve,
When directed through a slit...
But when its out of view,
It's seemingly one place,
Either coming right at you,
On its way to other space...
But if it could slow down,
Then we would see the edge,
Where the universe has found,
It's horizon on the ledge...
In a vacuum that's contained,
And sustained by such a force,
That the life that it retains,
Still remain to be the source...
Once the fabric's interweaved,
And perceived to split the tare,
You then only need believe,
That it's existing everywhere...
PHOTON
Light particle photon
in light waves shown
roaming out of sight
on maximum velocity.
Free frolic to fight
with darkness.
04/30/22
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In the beginning, atoms a d photons made a Covenant
"We will always dance, even if with complexity,"
And so it is to this day: from newborn infant
Of human or animal, insect or mineral, electron or selectron
Everything is dancing, inside out
But humans are too busy about the conclusion
No dance rushes to the end, it's about enjoying the steps along the way
Monoku Series 20220105
I
Big Bang created nothing; just ripples in "dark dark matter" made stars and all
II
Nutrinos move too fast; slow dark matter is without nutrino, photon, atom.
In the beginning, atoms a d photons made a Covenant
"We will always dance, even if with complexity,"
And so it is to this day: from newborn infant
Of human or animal, insect or mineral, electron or selectron
Everything is dancing, inside out
But humans are too busy about the conclusion
No dance rushes to the end, it's about enjoying the steps along the way
In the beginning, atoms and photons made a Covenant
"We will always dance, even if with complexity,"
And so it is to this day: from newborn infant
Of human or animal, insect or mineral, electron or selectron
Everything is dancing, inside out
But humans are too busy about the conclusion
No dance rushes to the end, it's about enjoying the steps along the way
Note: y so many postings of this? See note in first copy below, about the ERROR MESSAGE that allowed the Universe to intervene.
In the beginning, atoms a d photons made a Covenant
"We will always dance, even if with complexity,"
And so it is to this day: from newborn infant
Of human or animal, insect or mineral, electron or selectron
Everything is dancing, inside out
But humans are too busy about the conclusion
No dance rushes to the end, it's about enjoying the steps along the way
In the beginning, atoms and photons made a Covenant
"We will always dance, even if with complexity,"
And so it is to this day: from newborn infant
Of human or animal, insect or mineral, electron or selectron
Everything is dancing, inside out
But humans are too busy about the conclusion
No dance rushes to the end, it's about enjoying the steps along the way
In the beginning, atoms and photons made a Covenant
"We will always dance, even if with complexity,"
And so it is to this day: from newborn infant
Of human or animal, insect or mineral, electron or selectron
Everything is dancing, inside out
But humans are too busy about the conclusion
No dance rushes to the end, it's about enjoying the steps along the way
Charcoaled by the flickered USG light,
Crocheting living diaries of rose-glazen silk.
Colossal musings bloom through whispered stillness,
Doppler drifts its waves across sea-green marmoris.
A radiological quest through the wisteria of thought—
The sincere scalpel surrenders, a vow stitched in veins.
Cocooned beneath the autumn leaves,
Carrying the MRI of faraway stars.
Sowing scanned seeds in the ebony chambers,
Remember me when it rains on the petals of purgatory.