Best Quanta Poems
Welcome, dear children of light...We are star seeds from the Galactic Federation of Planets...many of us are from different worlds, galaxies, universes and dimensions...working together for the harmonious existence of all life...and have been here for much millennia...to help with your ascension to higher states of consciousness and universality...
We have given permission to the earth vehicle of whom you call Winged Warrior...to enlighten you briefly of things to come...
Through the Horsehead Nebula and Pillars of Hercules, we pass the cosmic gates
For the Star Seeds of dimensional drift, their message of universal love awaits
From wormholes to black holes and earth's science theory of Super Strings
We learn about galactic giants and the existence of everlasting minute things
Super-celestial skies, time travel at our door with a quadrillion quantum leaps
And unravel the colossal cosmic codes of the hierarchic hyperdimensional heaps
We shall observe the ancient alliances, Christ consciousness the Christos Beings
Who provide for the Nibiruan Council, the planetary school of earth teachings
Spatial subatomic particles that form the wave-particle duality is a beginning
With electromagnetic fields, light quanta, photons set the universes ringing
For man, matter, and mind are evolving as we reach the cosmic shores
As we become Prime Creators passing through the esoteric enigma doors.
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Aug.31.2016
TO BOLDLY GO WHERE NO POET HAS GONE BEFORE - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: The Seeker
Categories:
quanta, celebration, creation, destiny, journey,
Form:
Verse
why...the speed of light?
sit...a moment please : )
cofcof...
each neural network dimensions time fractionally as
all...
be change and relative
nothings...
with respect times days passing without exact repeats
but...
that they are here then gone as all the tomorrows are
only...
absentees with respect present hourly relative differences
counted...
numbered as a/the being of something constant about times passing
topology...
where-in/on the being of a now is but as just some momentary bubble
image...
with spherical constants representing a depth in times passing
geometry...
andt upon the constant passing absences of tomorrows yesterdays
seconds...
todays are defined in terms of what remains consistent about the
leftovers...
the sediments so to speak caught in the eddies of the geometric flow as
images...
of reflected on and offs of atomic quanta reflected in eyes at a constant
speed...
called that of light with respect to the movements in our percieved
images...
stan sand
(sorry...no time for a re-read and corrections)
Categories:
quanta, addiction, allusion,
Form:
Free verse
My feelings are mosaic,
scattered and multi-colored.
There is no set pattern in the artwork
and no meaning in each separate pane.
Only the whole surface memorable.
Each shard of broken mirror
reflects a parse of the whole.
When pieced together the total vision,
though tattered, comes into clearer focus.
Reflection, a study of the conscious.
Moments of time tell no tale.
Vignettes of a larger tome
monopolize space that holds no fullness,
no revelations of intensity,
dramatism, lyricism, poeticism.
I demand everywhereness,
unbound illimitedness.
Totality of my essentialism
wherein I exist in absoluteness.
my assemblage as a full complement.
Quanta on quanta. Wholeness.
Unequivocally me.
Categories:
quanta, i am, identity, me,
Form:
Verse
First there was oblivion, before emptiness began
Then everything grew from a (dot) and so forth into man
Using reverse extrapolation, large brains, and a plan
Intelligent beings worked this out, as only they can
Logic itself explains two plus two, if you do the math
Belief invokes a loving god, yet threatens words of wrath
Philosophy brings wisdom, but follows different paths
They all leave unanswered questions, and I don’t accept that
Some say why bother, ultimately we will all expire
Life doesn’t need reason, it’s a cosmic quirk we acquired
No creatures besides few humans, actually inquire
To what the fu*k is going on, driving me to great ire
Here on a rocky planet, in no mean region of space
Between infinite voids, our very own goldilocks place
Nowhere else in this universe, does life emit a trace
Two trillion galaxies of numpties, til we showed our face
What makes us so special, all beings are made of stardust
We observe novas and quanta, build weapons that use thrust
Split atoms, launch rockets, measure time, use tools to adjust
The apex of life, not out of choice, more because we must
Our task may seem absurd, whatever compels us is not
A universe seeks a god, and we’re the best eyes its got
Who else figured reality, grew from a tiny (dot)
And we will stop at nothing, to see past fate as our lot
Now we’re becoming gods, creating A.I. in the lab,
A logical next step, for robotic fingers that grab
No doubt will kill and rebel, try putting us on a slab
Exactly like we strung up Jesus, in one foul backstab
Oh who would be man, his intelligence driving us mad
Capable of loving deeds, only every bit as bad
Aberrations by design, or infused by E.T. cads
What the fu*k is going on, again what the fu*k, I add!
05/31/23
W T F got an N/A Doh!
Categories:
quanta, life, perspective, universe,
Form:
Rhyme
Come to me my eastern star, to your love mystery Avatar,
travel the path of my tantric wish to where touch is holy spectacular,
discover the dharma that has delivered the dream of Ardhanarishvara
into the spine of your psychosexual lifeline, the vine of divine quanta
polishing the pearl of vipassana embedded firmly in the crown of your psychic flora,
Bring with you the faith of infinite love fire
that fuels the physics of fantasy's fearless desire
votives of violet vibration, the birthright of a Lotus Queen
born between motives of midnight storms and sunrise rose opening,
we will ride the ancient equinox that lusts for our sacred senses uniting -
J.A.B.
Categories:
quanta, desire, encouraging, joy, love,
Form:
Epic
NOSTALGIA/MEMORIES
Ah quanta nostalgia
Ah what memories
Mentre tutto va
When everything’s going
Oltre I limiti della mia fantasia
Beyond your wildest dreams
Dove tutto e paradise se
Where all is paradise
Giorni di liberta di festa
A day of freedom and celebration
La musica dolce suorna
The sweet music plays
Io pensavo e stato giusto
I thought it was right
Questa melodia
What melody
Passione
Passion
Voli e brividi
Thrills and dreams
Tranquillita
Peace
Categories:
quanta, introspection, memory, nostalgia,
Form:
Italian Sonnet
Alt music serenades an aromatic algebra;
delicious, bitter, subtle notes served black.
We dance the math - I swipe, she smiles,
equations we don't know we've become.
She measures quanta
in these mathematical grounds, a coffee shop
where perfect rationality is axiomatic
and we've all come to get a good buzz on.
Imbibe the finest chemicals on Earth,
in history perhaps, for a minor modern pittance.
Everything is marginally consumed,
we cooperate despite ourselves
and yet we feel alone.
The sign reads 'Figure 8'
That perky sidelong infinite
of Escher, of Godel,
of all those lofty thoughts
borne of a simple brew
and so much mathy froth.
3/12/2016
Categories:
quanta, math, morning, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
from Songs Of Experiments
Beyond notice, out of sight
in dimensions curled up tight,
shall only weakened gravity
suggest your supersymmetry?
Do you match, sine qua non,
boson to a fermion?
Will you ever edify
how the forces unify?
In what quanta, small or large
will we find your mass and charge?
In what membranes do you roam?
Which dimensions call you home?
In magnetic chambers narrow,
will you tell us of time’s arrow?
Have you broken, in the past?
How long can your components last?
Quarks from gluons will divide
when we make hadrons collide:
Will this show us where you hide
or leave us still unsatisfied?
Beyond notice, out of sight
in dimensions curled up tight,
will only highest energy
reveal your supersymmetry?
Categories:
quanta, parody, science,
Form:
Quatrain
Billowed in black by my schizophrenic ponderings, these personalities are somehow resolute.
Within a matrix of survival; they coincide.
Fractals of quanta and wavelengths that fall from grace, will soon depict a Homunculus face.
Spanning out into oblivion as it gestures it’s courtesy beneath the world sheet.
By Orch OR, my loyalties are reduced to inconceivable amounts of ones or zeros.
When they do reduce, why is it a woman's face I see him seeing?
He watches a holograph of her, looking with a handheld azimuth to turn its view.
Sleeping in a hole of shambles, I see them seeing myself see nothing, but I feel my hadron body shrill.
Shadows like carbon fiber polymers are threaded intraosseously, trimming my astro-man's shins and knuckles with dark armor.
He now stands fortified as a hominid of diamond; surrounded by a phoxonic shield.
He protects her in his holon cocoon of qualia; it cannot be computed by perturbation, heuristics, or algorithmic affronts.
All but to fight back a bad dream, one that could harm the face we saw him seeing.
For better or worse we shall remember the sentiment.
To record this exert of love, he wrote the whole thing down as I thought it up.
Doing right by the left side.
Before I turn the light on, I put his clothes on inside out and tags back.
As if by coincidence, it was an imperfectly perfect fit.
Categories:
quanta, courage, dark, devotion, loneliness,
Form:
Free verse
As I gaze upon my shadow,
it appears to grow a hole
Just where my heart belongs,
morphs a void into my soul
Open to all the elements,
sunlight shines right through
split second after a cannonball
ripped my chest in two
Give back my innards
Return this heart to me
Fill this visceral hole
And leave my body be
Still I look upon my shadow,
now appears to sprout wings
emanating from my loins,
fledge red abstract things
Open to all the elements,
thermal winds raise me high
One moment after shrapnel,
blew my atoms into the sky
Give back my sinews
Return pink mist to me
Feed off your own evil
Go away leave mine be
Now searching for my shadow,
it’s gone can’t be seen
I haven’t got any eyes,
only contours in between
No need for rare elements,
when sublimating the earth
oh come closer afterlife,
from my quanta seed rebirth
Give back my conscious
Return those eyes to me
Let meaning have a purpose
And leave my shadow be
This or That, Vol 12 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Split wide open
06/07/22
Categories:
quanta, allusion, deep, how i
Form:
Rhyme
Oooh now then. Oh just wow. A scarlet salivating sentinel sentiment is wafting air at that door. Blowing. Blowing is not bubbling so do not count powder puffs or smoke globules that radiate sideways. It is wise to brush the hair of radishes if kept as pets as jess the juniper plant will inform crystal curtains if the duty of brush is not attended to. And the duty of brush is a popular sight for passing breezes in microscopic skirts. Pitter patter titter tattle then. Tittering teasing tenacious tingles. Trapping. Tripping. Taking. Then up and away with all the finer scented procrustean produce. In a giant orbital cloud. Decorated in proud prints and self determined make up that costs way over the price of a single bag of flour to dust the cheeks. It is more often that a mock moronic macro macaroni makes an energy beam to an enemy of eggplants. But eggplants can be radically and powerfully transforms and transported into the wide dance halls of many a lunar ocean ballroom. Dance carefully carrying the sand, the ships, and the oven gloves. We wouldn't want spillage would we? So very wasteful. Wasteful waist coated wasters wantonly willing war. And a five centimetre slug jet skiing on the wild tepid waters at ease with all possibilities of a handwritten swirly note with a flowery kiss. Playful and play. Playing and placing. And the sharp wide angle from a spotted viewfinder is never quite enough to seal a deal with a seal, a serpent and a pillar of margarine. Quanta quintet. And a portal of pigs parading in a seventy seven acre of orchard pie. Monkeys dangling from trees throwing dirt at ignorance. And the jester fish trots by on the shire horse on a blue sunny afternoon. Age after age after age after age after age. Clever created canopies cuddle cute clams. Clap then. One two three four clap clap clap. And give a loud cheer like hurrrraaahhhhhhh. Then lie down then stand up. Quickly. Central controlled colonies collect. Drag no tin of ham or peas to the airports. Z quintillion Z quintessential Z at fifty four rotating square pegs with long curvaceous legs ti twelve turkeys tuning tinned terrapin tunes. Bing bang bong bung in a bungalow. Laughing. Like ha ha ha ha ha. And a cute semi polarised cat in a tight fitting bathing hat in a bathroom. Z and that was the latest news. Z
Categories:
quanta, analogy, animal, appreciation, ,
Form:
How refreshing to experience
a reprieve from sultry weather
when hazy, hot,
and humid warm front
unleashes a very short sweaty tether.
Man hat tin dar overcast skies
hint potential rain on the way
perchance avast dastardly
flickr ring instagram
kickstarter linkedin shutterfly
Taurus headed soundcloud
skidding across celestial
(span hushed) rink
surprising forecasters by yowl
ling whimsically, unexpectedly oye vay
training (laser like),
Asian outsize dark cloud
climatological frontispiece
randomly making next stop Old
Rotten Gotham's Greenwich Village
zero wing in on
Poor (Chuck Keys) Uruguay
neighborhood possibly confidently
foretold by meteorologists today
pointing at map showing
cold air mass as it doth sashay
July twenty first 2018, though
Mother Nature defies pre
diction pulling out all (busted) stops,
vis a vis via "her" quay
zee bag of tricks nay
saying trained forecasters klan
hush all self importance
also to humble those mere mortals
getting paid a handsome buck
by anthropomorphizing viz cluck
king in tandem with duck
billed Baritone Horn
Trumpeting "FAKE" luck
trotting out obstreperous
Sunny Rays, who doth beam
with radiance a
diametrically opposed extreme
over zealous call for precipitation
instead raining one after another quanta
bright blinding meme
outsmarting the seem
ming airtight (cat in the bag)
prediction leaving once supreme
vouchsafing without a doubt forecasters
left holding the empty bag
large enough tuff fit the whole team.
Categories:
quanta, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Evening gulped down our coffee
And snatched my umbrella
I was afraid he could stay with my wife
But it was raining outside
And he was scared of night
Foggy moon was rappelling
Against craggy hill that time
Alarming quanta of raindrops
Were thrashing his face
He felt chill and closed his eyes
We had our bodies locked
After thousand squirts and orgasms
Ghosts were afraid of our skill
They killed a new cat under our bed
Böse Geister sind sqeezy
Somehow we knew
We were gulled by elemental goblins
Categories:
quanta, emotions,
Form:
Verse
one by one, as we join the dots
attention quanta, in small lots
relies on memory recall
both pleasant and fears that appall
flummoxed by life’s Gordian knots
19-May-2023
__________
Bitsize Contest no 64 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line. Gauthier
Categories:
quanta, fear, joy, life, memory,
Form:
Quintilla
To pass through dura matter, leave the wilderness behind
Exit above vast spaces, join imperceivable dots
Have an out of body experience, each and every night
Uncover reality, burn away banality
Know why, observing a quanta gives it choice
Place this very thought on weighing scales, does it contain mass
Enter a singularity, ask why it occupies no space
Fly backwards through eternity, and emerge straight ahead
Find out what compelled me to write this damn verse
Something did, but from which universe
I know I’m barely nothing in the grand scheme of things
but I am something,
which means, without me the whole’s incomplete
To ponder that line, oh to ponder it so deep
Do ends and beginnings run parallel along membranous lines
can omnipotence fill the hollow within
Will cosmic branes shimmer and buckle,
then divide exponentially
Why steeped in passion came an aberration of kindness,
prepared and willing to be hung out to dry
Originally written 05/24/22
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 7 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
07/09/22
Categories:
quanta, allusion, passion, perspective,
Form:
Free verse