A brave sailor who sails the high sea
will aim knowing his aft from his lee,
but Brownian motion,
that fabulous notion,
works well for an amoeba like me.
Categories:
brownian, animal, humor, nature, science,
Form: Limerick
Monstrous faith,
Blasphemous state,
Cursed to a Lazarous fate.
Phoenix ashes tracing a Brownian route,
Genie dances with an ambient view.
Casting spells where destiny brews,
Crafting cells where reason skews.
Factual sprawls as time distorts,
Actual flaws that time contorts.
A paradox script the cosmos writes,
A Faraday cage,our fate locked tight.
Categories:
brownian, art, deep, destiny,
Form: Rhyme
Brownian motion
Lots of commotion
When you add milk to
A hot cuppa joe
Better example?
This one is ample:
Bake up some brownies,
And watch how they go!
Categories:
brownian, science,
Form: Rhyme
Running up the stairs, riding horseback,
A looping curvilinear boomerang.
You and I let’s start the motion of soft attack.
Riding in a rollercoaster along the heated tracks.
Oscillating like a pendulum and the flapping of bird’s wings.
Let’s vibrate through the night like freshly struck guitar strings.
Together we will be a rocking chair,
While rotating like the Earth channeling a jet stream of air.
Crazied, like stirred up dust of Brownian motion,
Or the changing rhythms of water in the ocean.
Let’s take the night by surprise,
And with the motion, we will ride!
Categories:
brownian, love,
Form: Rhyme
Jockeying
for position.
Defining
pecking order.
Defining power.
Sea of
motion.
Pushing for
control,
supremacy.
Carving out
a place for
survival.
Quagmire
of resistance.
Humanities
dance of
existence.
Has always
been dog
eat dog,
survival of the
fittest.
Pace
picking up
light speed
change.
Brownian motion
on a
global scale.
Turning
the other
cheek,
quaint musings
of a
simpler time!
Categories:
brownian, art,
Form: Prose Poetry
Snow has spread a canvas
over the forest floor,
and I see how alive
the woods are:
tracks tell the comings and goings
of furry and feathered things.
The foxes have walked on the ridge,
their trail straight with purpose –
unlike the squirrels’ Brownian motion.
The pheasants have printed arrows;
perhaps
I shall follow
their directions -
who knows to what treasure
they may lead?
December 26, 2017
Categories:
brownian, nature, winter,
Form: Free verse