Hypothesis Poems - Poems about Hypothesis

Educating the mind Knowledge coming out combined Theory establishing concept Communicating taking effect Understanding will be wisdom Lectures being the floor plan pinpoint Opinions with thoughts Challenging building up abilities The focus on possibilities Assured and accurate Go out and use what you learned Business ready to earn Degrees proven what you have accomplished It is what you do further in what you establish Future on and strong Education that...

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One day I sat silently thinking, "Everyone is entitled to their own opinion," and realized that old adage is completely all wrong. Opinions produce nothing of value, and can be potentially dangerous too, so no one is entitled to their own opinion in truth, if only the above an opinion will produce. If your opinion is in regard to a particular...

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In measuring the Doppler shift of stars, the universe we see seems to expand, beginning a grand thought that is not ours: God and the Big Bang do go hand in hand. Created, the release of His remand, the science having declared His demise, heavens now collapse to a grain of sand, and infinite, its mass, we are apprised; earth coalesced in time...

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Igbo words for the feared mostly high tone Perfectly matching what rattles The Bone Her lexis for Death, Python, Snake - Fire And it’s like speaker screaming, pitch higher! So also Poison’s, Madness’ - ‘The Unpleasant’ Anger’s, Bullet’s - one can’t call The Pleasant A Language quite tonally consistent With ideas that The Pitch makes insistent… Still stops not here...

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Igbo Sex Words I have observed Are High-Low Tone steady bearers: To ‘High-Low’ markedly reserved, Save in ears of tone-deaf hearers… All her words for Male Genital Picked by ears not from hospital And Females’ one’s ears digital; To Proof subject in Capital As though her sex words tactical Even word for Scrotal Hernia When pronounced and one’s ears are near: The word in...

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To speeches Pauses lend grave weight: A passed paused Death Sentence, “Wait! Wait!” “You-are-already-dead-this-night” And The Black Hearer goes white! Always esteemed by oracles, In speeches welcomed obstacles; Important in a dreaded shrine, Her grandeur not failing to shine! Skeptics now add to her value, Lots conceding to her, no clue: “In-three-days-your-lifeless-body.” And the picture they start to study! Pauses help to stamp defiance To convey a self-reliance “Wonder-I-what-you-can-just...

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The shining sun’s luminous effulgence remains unknown but for a reflection reminding the great star of its brilliance, signalling need of manifestation, that The one consciousness feels elation. Take it or leave it, so say the scriptures, in this reflected world, caricatures as entities, assuming feeble form, know not their true immense, boundless stature until so feeling, bliss magnetism warm. 26-June-2021...

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Send me no more peak experiences. They are too dear for my everyday time budget of liberal liberated liberating resonantly exhausting compassion. I am too addicted to conserving resilient peaks, avoiding dissonant valleys of mundane anonymity sometimes winning sometimes losing in-between equanimity integrity of co-empathic co-arising intent for more co-operatively rooted heights of sacred generosity reciprocally felt gratitude, positive, democratically sustainable attitude. Every scientific cause-effect karmic statement of peak interactive experience does not have to...

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The Big Crunch Hypothesis in times past it all had felt so distant I was an aphid in an unkempt garden of eden and my eyes, they were far too dim, too weak and the view was far too vibrant and the stars, however bright they glistened, resided light years away and the oceans, though they...

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“The Swoon Hypothesis” - Part 1 “Come, take my hand”, you say, “I will show you a story”. So, I place my hand in yours, we walk barefoot cool, in scorching sand. Strange I think, no footprints, no burns, no shadows, as I hold your hand. The desert winds whisper your words to me, your eyes clear and...

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"The Swoon Hypothesis" - Part 2 Arimathea stands next to you and I on the deck, soon we are back in Nazareth, you press into my palm, “A very rare Dubunni coin” you say - on it I see imprinted the word Eisu, this from 30 AD. There is more to this story of the Silent Years,...

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Medicinal scents of my impending demise Morph to chocolate, cinnamon, sweet death-day cake The final images burned into these old eyes Their expressions of consternation and heartbreak Orange glow, I surround them, my body ceases Engulf them gently in the thing they will miss most My embrace opens them, and their grief releases Flesh cages blind them to how we are always...

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The moon was on its wane Men enjoying killing animals in sport Gallery floated by nymphs Followed by princess and her mates Hitherto hope sustained, Anguishes over ruled, Staggered by sickening quality Merely were they impeded by malign? What instinctively I loathed is futility Wondered, foul villainy will rein? I dreaded rather a dark pit vaguely The archenemy of the delicate ones was creeping on...

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Myths and hypothesis evolve through time. From the Garden of Eden and before … Until the undetermined end, men indulge themselves. Speculation upon speculation, ideas arise and fall. Hoarding the past *like shards on a battlefield. **Dreaming, deliberating, debating ideas…seeking truths. Reckoning the present in terms of antiquity. Archaeological finds ***dance upon the past. Today languishes into a myriad of tomorrows. Wisdom flickers...

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we choose to reject the null hypothesis when it is true, but why I still love you leaves no alternative...

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