Best Psychological Science Poems
When Hofmann stumbled across a new synapse,
serotonin underwrote a dopamine contract.
Cuddle or cringe, carnival or calamity,
worlds in one potent punch squared.
Blotter art doesn't pursue gallery status
rather to dissolve into a cerebral canvas,
with a sometimes recess from what is seen.
Lucy shut my eyes with a seven-hour kiss,
her slow caress gave me a new skin
that no shower could make clean.
Kaleidoscope giggles shatter reality
tickling permanent change, but on that night,
I felt the moon plummet and explode into a dawn
so that the sun could take it all away.
My loved ones gone
visit dreams of
cyan fields and
pixie cloud skies.
Is it a cruel trick
of the mind?
Or moments, out
of space and time;
caught in the weft
of our corduroy lives;
a small gift granted
to our past or
future selves?
Einstein imagined chasing a beam of light
It was while walking through Bern he got that insight
Thinking in images in that beautiful place.
He pursued paradoxes and entwined time and space.
Niels Bohr paused a walk to draw circles with his cane
He muttered about quantum jumps but he wasn't insane.
In one walk he realized levels must be discrete:
Orbits quantize, then he continued down the street.
Barbara McClintock walked through fields of corn
She looked at the kernels and an idea was born.
She saw the pattern of a jumping gene:
Many walk in cornfields and miss what she had seen.
Feynman walked one night and got a new notion
that electrons travel in a strange kind of motion.
He imagined each particle trying every route:
and Quantum Mechanics took a reboot.
Alan Turing walked across meadows under a Cambridge sun
sometimes he'd walk sometimes he'd run.
He came up with the Universal Turing Machine:
It could compute any code a programmer could dream.
Michael Faraday walked by the Thames in a rhythmic pace.
He realized forces act in fields spanning space
River ripples looked to him like lines of force
Others walk by rivers without insights of course.
To Helmholz certainty came like a physical blow:
He realized energy can't be lost wherever it might go
he was walking in the Tiergarten in Berlin
a good place for ideas to flow from within.
Mandelbrot walked by clouds and trees
On the coast of Massachusetts he felt the sea breeze.
Saw fractal patterns at every scale
I've walked on coasts; my mind stays stale.
it seems that for some a walk brings insight
Like emerging from a tunnel and viewing the light.
Like a broad field of view that starts you to think
A falling into place where concepts link.
It can be in science, it can be a song
So go on a walk bring the fragments along.
It is grand that new worlds arise:
When you walk away from your desk under blue skies.
Slipping away in time and space
Stuck inside these four walls, lonely souls tangled and lost, they dance to
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and swirl inside of innuendos. They claim desires, the desire of longing
The desires of love, they demand yet make no claims
Opening hearts leads to bloodshed, despair, agony
The dance of desire leads only to emptiness
So on misty clouds, the dancer dance
Entwined in thought, yet never that first kiss
Sadly the love fades into the night
Electromagnetic spectrum, forgive us of our transgressive Trojans,
as we forgive those for sending viruses, malware and spam to us.
The configuration of inert wisdom begins with a point and click,
the encrypted biological commands are configured to obey.
Will the 30th century make everything automatic,
digital newspapers and magazines synced to the frequencies of the brain.
Will there be one president to rule the world,
who built rockets for interstellar travel so he or she can rule other worlds?
What if the IT administrators accounts were locked out,
three unsuccessful attempts and the last human administrator loses their job.
In the year 3030 will biological intellectuals be forced underground,
after being banned for using technology that eliminates hunger and poverty.
Electromagnetic spectrum, give us this day, our daily dose of technology,
so that we may spread your technical marvels and technological morphing wonders. Children are born with cameras and video recorders embedded into their nervous systems, every crime or premeditated sin will be captured and transmitted to the sin police for processing and appropriate disciplinary measures.
Our eyes will shine bright with technology,
nanotechnicals releasing feel good chemicals during awkward or hostile situations.
Electromagnetic spectrum, lead us not into the future, but deliver us from the future.
Amen.
Trapped in the world
Of cause and effect,
Where people are sold,
And replaced with Hi-Tech.
Where the money does flow
To where it already is,
In rivers of lies,
In the seas of business.
In the temples of
The buy and the bought,
Where souls are forgotten
Where fishes are caught.
You pay more
And I’ll pay less,
But owner of the cage
Will always take the best.
Your think you are free,
To do what you think,
But the rules of the game
Are as dark as black ink.
Turn around again,
In your little glass bowl,
Dig a little deeper
At the bottom of your hole,
Trapped in the world
Of cause and effect
Where souls are forgotten
And replaced with High-Tech.
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Subtraction
If you subtract your bad self,
In every way, every part as best you can,
Then you’ll find better health,
And other people won’t suffer a ban.
You will add something onto,
Your character if you resolutely control,
Your ego, there’ll be binary two,
As a friendship bond will fill your bowl.
Fractions are always negative,
When you are the irrational number,
‘Cos you vector line affirmative,
Has malfunctioned and objects thunder.
The matrix lain out, pure physical,
Is real and determines all your decimals,
But a point that’s not whimsical,
Can be proven by algebraic relationals.
You need to duly remember,
Not to mess with your quantities or mix,
Your subtrahend remover,
Is not space for glee, and not your bricks.
The difference made, ensuing,
From putting your vectors back in line,
Can give the segment pursuing:
That life building on your minuend divine.
Events cumulate into war zones,
And you can’t take back your cruel words,
So just inverse your ring tones,
To add affection to your partial bon accords.
Your integer rhymes in reason,
When the natural is plainly detected,
So when you offer treason,
Just order on, your associations respected.
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
I found you on the humbled wheat fields,
Out in the dramatically flattened open
They used to stand so tall, and now,
In only a moment…all fell before you
So very little, in contrast,
You towered over their severed stalks
Your light radiated and pulsed from your frame,
Leaving rainbow-electro ripples in the sky
You beckoned me closer and closer,
And as I glided toward you in terror and wonder,
Life itself became pleasantly unclear
The word, how
Remained on my parted lips...
Instantly, all that mattered was your existence,
How you swayed back and forth so enchantingly,
Teasing the wheat that bowed before you
Your eyes, intelligent, dreamlike, and wide,
Having seen beyond my every capability,
Knowing answers I have died over every night…
I was drawn to you like the honey bee to the giant hyssop
Though instead of brushing against fragrant petals,
There was a looming gloom of potential doom
Marvel drowned out all such fear as I drew ever near
As questions, so many questions, ached to be articulated
This inquisitive soul salivated in your shimmer
With a prayer for all humanity to see what I see…
When time became merely a silly story rhyme,
You answered every question like a parent to a child
The awe of your wisdom burned my stubbornness,
For in that moment, learning was living
No science, no reliance,
No fact, no future to fumble
Only truth today
Was fed to a child who once thought she knew all
Screaming and pouting in hopes for victory
She knows nothing until she grows taller than the earnest wheat
To fall effortlessly at your strange, alien feet
Inspired by the song “Tiny Alien” By Katie Melua
“Just how far can you fall,
When you still feel so small?
Will you love me through the sorrows, tomorrows,
Whatever the future will bring?
Tiny alien”
And for the contest sponsored by: Silent One
Earth had offered Her eco-centric contract
of love and synergy,
awaiting ego's personal response each day,
each moment,
eager to optimize wealthy health care cooperations
of sacred grace.
Over an apparently inadequate lifetime
ego implied his competitive response:
I grow increasingly excited,
stimulated,
by this co-petitioning challenge
to frame our dissonance,
our operational riddles and puzzles,
games and illogistics
and dark strategies
Measured in statistical decomposition
of the odds for sustaining life
by perfecting hatred and fear
of death's dissociative decay.
I question Earth's right to positive resolution
and harmonic resonance,
as consonant co-governance
of enlightened ego empowering eco
to play win/win,
recreate without sin,
and co-passion nicely together
This co-petition against wasted anxious time
fully exercises my right of conscience,
to re-search 0-sum ego-partisanship
for absolute freedom from eco-dependence.
This co-petition asserts our human natural guild's unlovely preference
for contention over contentment
for sustained longing rather than resilient belonging
for uni-lateral freedom
rather than ego/eco bilateral interdependence.
EarthMother absorbed this richly contentious compost,
this dissembling over cooperative rights of assembly
and competition challenging associative eco-creation
as too inclusive recreation,
divisive of ego's omnipotent present place
in organic space
derived from eco's multisystemic functions
within history's healthiest seasons.
It seems to me,
said She,
Time has unfolded an eco-systemic co-tractive gift,
born of Her binomial grace
in bilaterally felt space,
a belonging response to mutually co-tribute with ego
gratitude for bicameral mutuality
and full freedom of co-scientific consciousness,
to conjoin time's eternal moment
of past personal ego
with future eco recentering life.
Post Scripted: "After all this time and space
repeating inhumane competitions and cooperative contractions,
deductive inducements to balance positive political space
with negative un-ecological economic time,
thank you for remembering why RightBrain felt eco-normics
gave birth to LeftBrain's verbal ego-petitions
in our first through last breathing moment
of win/win eco-operative identity."
Signed: Earth's Polypathic CoOperative Covenant
It's tough when father's head is cracked open.
Mother says, "You and I were chosen."
Secrets spill out like a spritzing soda.
My head is warm with that smoldering odor.
Tranquilized but refusing to sleep.
Father jabs the needle deep.
Her images inspire me.
Father races but cannot flee.
Mother stretches far and wide.
Wherever he is, he cannot hide.
I worship a goddess in golden slippers.
"Daddy doesn't understand ... telepathy," she whispers.
As Freud describes humankind
With three divisions of the mind
Motivations now defined
Id is present from our birth
Driven by pleasures of the Earth
Wants and impulse, no self-worth
Balance, reason from the Ego
Deciding pleasures to forgo
Acting master of status quo
Super Ego stands its guard
Ensuring morals are not marred
Decision making it bombards
Balanced within yet torn by conflict
Three small forces that contradict
One that’s free and two restrict
Combined the three make who we are
From the normal to the bizarre
Psychoanalysis from afar
my chair was in the path of totality
a thin ribbon about seventy miles wide
moving West to East
it does this because of at the equator
Moon's shadow moves eastward
at a greater velocity than Earth's
rotational velocity causing travel
from East to West across the surface
the moon fully covers the sun
surrounding me on the beach
were scientists and New Agers
gravity bending light was discovered
in 1919 proving Einstein was on target
Isaac Newton discovered gravity
which philosophers and scientists
had been ruminating on for centuries
science was here to witness and confirm
my confirmation as the moon's shadow
raced ashore and the birds at sea
turned suddenly inland, that was amazing
the New Agers were hoping to witness
a promise, the Dawning of the Age of Aquarius
where Harmony, Understanding, No Lies
Mystic Cristal Relations, Golden Days of Living
the Minds Total Liberation
and as the light and sun disappeared
one on mushrooms declared
she had seen the face of God
confirming black and a woman
my wry comment brought glaring looks
does she look annoyed, perchance piqued
they would not miss my observations
a few days passed before all left
i had my beach and pueblo back
the mercado had toilet paper
i had breakfast in peace at last
Conchita's taco stand normal
men discussing fishing, politics
children at play purchasing churros
here it is 32 Years later
and the Age of Aquarius
is pretty much the same old crap
humans are cute and predictable
to be avoided, why i so relate
to Ferdinand the Bull, loved that cartoon
i am watching a movie
Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy are walking a lane
once they were upon opposite shores
they have finally come to terms on marriage
this is a mystery to me
why did God so love us
he blessed us with the ability to love
why it is the greatest of them all
why it does not require mushrooms
to see God, if one cares to look
only the Blind in the Heart cannot see
He is the metronome dancing in the trees
only those Deaf in Spirit
cannot hear Him speak in the wind
wandering thru the meadow
and in all of the senses
love is the sweetest taste of all
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The 5th Dimension Age of Aquarius 1969
So why clinical psychology?
What does that mean, anyway?
What is non-clinical psychology?
Does it mean analytical psychology,
which might mean analogical?
Which would mean ecological?
Which is really just plain logical?
So is it logical psycho-logic,
and wouldn't that be sort of redundant
because doesn't psycho-logy mean psycho-logic
and dissonant dislogic
neurosystemic win/win gratitude
through lose/lose despairing attitude?
So maybe clinical psychology is neuro consciousness
and unconsciousness
and subconsciousness
psycho-logic?
Which might mean the psychologics of healthy wokeness?
But, if this is a science
then the logic of a psychic paradigm
can be no better or worse,
I suppose,
than the rationality of the scientist?
So, does clinical psychology refer to a logical neuro-science
of positive consciousness
and negative unconsciousness?
And, if so, then why would anyone assume this could be systemically dissonant with ecological healthy
and economically unhealthy Earth-consciousness?
Why not ecological dynamics of our Interior Landscape?
Clinical psychology as deep listening
for ecological compassion
and inhumane capitalistic dispassion.
Tensing, and about to move,
Clouds hover twisting with hoof,
Lingo parapentes this flush body:
Hurling shavings’ stop the prove.
A whale, psycho or streetlight:
Moss convenes the hefty truss,
Armoured spears fling to the bat,
Frozen in time to lure the buzz.
Naked! Bereft of pen and paper -
Paparazzi’s might slithers in dipole:
Collision kills this vapour, tribe, vibe;
The soul fraps, flapping a gold taper.
Whence is thy labour parapet -
Where are your stations and grain?
Why are solid requests paraphernalia?
When adjustments are fisture gain.
How you loath me - the self, soul:
Incanting verse and troth to fight;
Whilst proxy, spread, call, sound,
Legitimise oozing, sore canons - tight.
Butterflies come from caterpillars,
The human comes from trait, said dead,
Poesy loves grammatical technology,
And diversity clothes in personal thread.
O self, worldwide! How do you drift?
The miniature scoops cleaving the spirit:
Fine detail creates the abstract flint beside,
And structure charts float the pixel’s sift.
Dominique Webb