Best Quantum 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
If you look for me you will not see
Because I exist in probabilities.
To truly understand what is me
You must think of other realities.
(to Mittens)
Schrödinger’s Cat is where it’s at,
nor live, nor dead, nor purring.
With half a chance she’ll live to prance
the worst may be occurring.
But if I’d look I’d lock her fate.
Dare I disturb her quantum state
when spooky action at-a-distance
could conclude poor cat’s existence?
Somehow unseen I need to see
behind that curious curtain,
where “God plays dice” with cats and mice,
where Heisenberg was uncertain.
Where large meets small, and cause effect,
where fact finds science fiction.
It boggles my small intellect …
Each way I think of to protect
her has some contradiction.
Where simple seeming Maxwell’s Demon,
if programmed to assist …
To no avail, he’s doomed to fail,
he clearly can’t exist.
Where mighty minds have failed before,
what chance have I to best Niels Bohr?
Poor Einstein nearly fried his noggin
when he tried at Copenhagen.
Then at the Solvay Congress, rambling,
suffered cerebellum scrambling.
Where the world’s four known forces and all its best minds,
couldn’t save kitty lest they Unified.
So he tried and he tried, and he tried and he tried,
still we weren’t Unified on the day Einstein died.
Then followed footsteps, Steven Hawking.
Though he didn’t do much walking,
wowed us with his brilliant squawking.
Black holes have “hair?!” Could information,
spared by quantum sublimation,
paired in Grand Unification,
spare this long-hair’s ruination?
Could yet unwritten cosmic laws
apply behind those blurry walls
to spare her furry feline paws?
I can’t remember if I cried
when I read that Steven Hawking died.
Such sadness touched me deep inside,
still, we were not Unified.
So confidence I can’t exude.
The only thing I can conclude:
Alas, I lack ability
to tinker probability.
But I will give you even odds that all our odds are even.
This odd result results because we’ve mixed our rhymes with reason.
So be it odd to play at God … by God there’s a solution!
I have free will and will by God will out her execution.
So, by stroke of this pen I do decree:
This story ends here -- happily!
Quantum Nature
A quantum nature rules the sky,
Burning wavelengths at the noon,
Climbing south to reach up high,
Down in the west to setting tunes.
Evening is a glowing sight,
Festival of shadows long,
Golden tones of solar light,
Hues of sunset strong.
Indigo time comes around.
Just a little while it stays.
Kindly dusting streets and ground,
Leaves us and goes on its way.
Midnight’s song's mysterious so.
New day's nighttime is slate blue.
Oh, what spectrum soon to know,
Particles of dawn brand new.
Quantum nature is real pure,
Relying on laws day by day,
Showing us truly that it's sure
To tell us our world’s still OK.
9/3/16
CONTEST 254 Brian Strand
In your mind
I see a passing
Wave –
On a
different frequency
to mine –
If only you and I
could surf the same
On silky waters
Crest and trough in
Time –
The resonance that
Vibrates for us both
Is oh so tantalizing and
so close –
If only we could make
a quantum shift
And let uncertain
Hearts together
drift!
In my mind
I see what I can
Save-
A Quantum
of our senses
caught in time-
If you and I
in moments
could remain
Potential seeking
souls that shrill
sublime-
Reverberate and strike
a perfect note
Resounding in this
Universe of both-
With Energies of will that
quantum sift
Through certainties
in hearts a cherished
gift
In other worlds
I see how we
Behave-
Two particles
in congress
so divine-
If only you and I
begin to crave
And dance in unison
while in our prime-
If reason for each other
we betroth
Two shifting Quantum
hearts that we behold-
A Universe resounding
with our song
A Universe in
which we both
belong !
In our minds
I see a passing
Wave –
On a
frequency
that is sublime –
And you and I
can only
surf the same
On silky waters
Crest and trough in
Time –
The resonance that
Vibrates for us both
Is oh so tantalizing and
so close –
And only we can make
this quantum shift
And let our certain
Hearts together
drift!
I found myself in the old curiosity shop
Looking for something strange and different
The owner said how about Schrodingers cat
I said did not curiosity kill that?
He said its a paradox unknown
Alive or dead its something you can still own
I said no.
He said how about a spider I have living in a parlour
I said do I look like a fly?
He said you can be anything you want to be
I said I have no desire to die.
I looked further searching for something new
But everything was old
And paradoxical in truth
I said have you got a quantum box
So that I can think outside it
Maybe it will inspire me to think of something new
He said I sold that only yesterday to a Jewish man with wild hair
But I do have a super string theory residing over there
I stated I do not have any needs for a bunch of incomplete theories
All grouped up into one.
Feeling rather down of heart and feeling rather glum
I saw a dust covered book on existentialism
And said have you got a theory for being and nothingness
He said Satre took that one today by his own authority
So I decided it was time to go home and started to leave
When I saw a quantum paradigm staring back at me
I suddenly felt exited and said is that paradigm something you would like to shift
He said for you my friend most certainly
And I decided to take it
And as the paradigm shifted so did my quantum space
Now I find myself in Shambala on a Buddhist holiday.
4. Quantum Superposition
. A particle can exist in multiple states or places simultaneously until measured
Are humans waves or particles?
Even an entire human being, under the right conditions, can act like a quantum wave. If we can define it, we can quantify just how “wave-like” a particle or set of particles is.
I count the magnificent moons
in my stills as I await the phantom voyeur
with stone blue eyes and a fated look, which sets upon me
The one who stirs my soul, measuring me up in coiled silvery spoons
What obsessive observations you must have
not to turn away those piercing eyes
My world stops, my feelings set on and off
Unseen I meander in other spaces
Your eyes are the “switch” without that which
forbids my existence, hence looped are my stills in many places
From the center of life’s probabilities
Spaciously lit across the universe, with bits of me in tow
Collapsed in your arms, we’ve launched our rainbow
Revealing our humanity in the flesh,
in language of mathematician’s music
Riding the unscrupulous waves of light
roaming across all existence,
reverberating ruthless through you, displacing us
Composing are the alchemists and their peers ~
Splitting into a myriad of mirrors
I bare myself to a random reality,
Totality’s filigree, tangling dangling
When you’re not here,
when you’re lost in thought
As the haze spins up and down around me
my world is unseen and the scale’s unbalanced
Showcasing that I’m equally dead as I am alive
Resuscitate me not—please, it’s here that
monotonous music is unheard in this uncertain trapeze
Until eyes of azure translucence are upon,
I cease to exist in fervor, in your zeal
Alive and very real to boot!
I’m gauged like the intrinsic brightness that shines off a star
Until then, am I just a figment of deepest intensity?
By far, humbled to be, take the bait and consummate my reality
Be the glance exigency
Impenetrable eyes of bluest skies I’ve lost sight of you
As a still, until we meet again
butter...quantums!...fly in every kitchen
quantum butter however flies as...everywhere
when trefoil bubbles rise...as heat
greasing particles...so to speak
along times imaginary...numbered axes
and biasing spherical wave expansions...relative
some pre-caused destination point in a...four dimensional universe
the medium of which is termed a...trefoil population of
quantum butterflies with two wing speeds....'c'!?...an on or off
stan sand
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
When you send me sweet kisses and hugs
and I answered you from great distance
whishing you and me the good luck and happiness now and into future,
I felt as love makes from our entangled hearts some union and special environment,
and suddenly I found out a very simple explanation for one of the greatest mystery of Quantum Physic –
the effect of Quantum entanglement –
when two particles united and acted and run deeply synchronically and deeply harmoniously
even if they separated from each other on great distances.
Why is that happened, my love?
Because all our Universe consisted from myriads particles
which loved to each other and can not existed without such love.
And they deeply honest and believed to each other and never cheated each other.
They clearly understood that without such great senses and devotions our Universe cannot existed at all.
Think about this phenomena, darling!
Our Universe designed and consisted from myriads of particles and pairs of great love!!!!
So I very deeply respected now this small particles which so loved each other and show to all of us
how needs to love and keep this precious senses
for the sake of our entire Universe and its great harmony.
So, so lyrical,
yet logical,
it's certainly atypical;
and not proverbial,
but integral
and oh, most controversial!
But is it topical,
optical,
even for the intellectual
to see the actual
pragmatical
to its theoretical?
So casual, gradual,
and implausible,
it’s almost incomprehensible
were it not for the owner’s manual.
It, too, appears eternal,—
not temporal.
Never mind paradoxical.
Damn! it’s infernal...
Alas, it'll be too “illogical”
for the head magisterial,
whose financial
committee might find it problematical.
Still, the crux is perennial:
it’s too pivotal
to not state the irrefutable
with extra audible mega-decibels
if the funding residuals
for scientific experimentals
like the quantum mechanical
are incommensurable,
which is thus deplorable,
intolerable, insufferable,
disagreeable, horrible,
and most unsupportable
(in my view as a professional)!
Such is the stuff of history,
butterfly wings and mystery
when the act of observation
affects the observee.
If Schrödinger's cat
comes up to bat
imagine that
fastball, curve or slider?
Kilroy was here
or maybe not
if you know the speed
you can't fix the spot.
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.
up or down a matter of perspective
definitions are always subjective
various things we bother to measure
often become that which we most treasure
mysterious quantum entanglement
not relativity's abandonment
rather dissimilar things may be true
all depends on observer's point-of-view
everything is constantly evolving
while the cosmos continues revolving
now longing to travel faster than light
we pin hopes upon theories not quite right
progress comes through that which we dream may be
and the will to make dreams reality