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Love Sciences
By Mark D. Stucky
If romantic love requires “chemistry,”
how elemental for love is physics?
Negative and positive charges
lustfully attract one another.
But proceed with caution!
Matter and antimatter
explosively combine and
annihilate each other!
Could other science disciplines
facilitate our quest for love?
Could linguists of love
teach us shared languages?
Could astronomers of love
chart love’s celestial paths?
Could cartographers of love
map out love’s landscapes?
Could biologists of love
catalog love’s varieties?
Could ecologists of love
optimize love’s environments?
Could botanists of love
cultivate love in fertile fields?
Could pathologists of love
determine causes when love dies?
Our divided, hostile world
requires love applications
to bridge countless gaps
of misunderstanding
and to bandage bleeding wounds
battered by apathy and hate.
Could love sciences
supply solutions?
Could we educate everyone
in the engineering of love?
(Originally published in Small Town Anthology Volume X: Entries from the Tenth Annual Tournament of Writers, Vicksburg Cultural Arts Center, 2024, pp. 56-57. See also my poems “The Invention of Love” and “Tweeting the Truth in Love.”)
(Image by Alexander Sinn on Unsplash.com.)
Saturn waits in the cold quiet of space,
A sentinel wrapped in golden rings,
Its pale light leans over hidden moons,
Each orb dances in elliptical patience.
Storms turn on its vast gaseous surface,
Cloud bands swirl with silent secrets,
Ammonia crystals shimmer in the upper haze,
There is no ground, only layers upon layers.
Shadows of rings sweep across its pale yellow,
A crown of icy debris, ancient and unbroken.
Enceladus glistens, flinging geysers skyward,
Titan cloaks itself in an orange mystery.
Saturn whispers stories to distant spacecraft,
The wind is measured in hundreds of miles per hour.
Light takes more than an hour to reach it from our sun,
Patience is written into every orbit.
It is both beacon and enigma to astronomers,
A world of hydrogen, helium, and longing.
If we listen, the planet hums with unseen music,
Its beauty is the silence between the stars.
Somewhere over the rainbow,
A great civilization flourished,
And we discovered a wonderful kaleidoscope
Of exuberant and vibrant humanity
Enchanted tones tell a story
About a people made from dusk
And red clay
They blend into caravans
Of strong and beautiful faces
The royal kingdom with majesty,
Sits on the throne,
And the mighty lion with pride,
Rules its dominion
Rights, rituals, and passages
Speak of our greatness
Traditions took from the ancients
Are the seeds planted
As we enter the sacred place,
Paradise is never forsaken
Behold, the true Garden of Eden,
As we drink sweet water
From the Nile River
Timbuktu astronomers study the heavens
Mandingo and Zulu Warriors display
War-painted colors like
The broad plumage of a peacock
They stand gripping tall sharp spears
And poisoned arrow tips to launch,
Thus, ready for battle
Juju medicine man mix repeated chants,
As he drifted into a spiritual dance
At daybreak,
We go down to the river flow,
And shadows rise like the moon
Hearts beat in rhythms
Like fine-tuned African drums,
And the rainy season
Stay bound to Mother Earth
At the edge of a crackling fire,
The enchanted medicine man
Delivers magic words and potions
Great powerful heavens
Lift every voice up and sing,
To the sweet harmony of Africa
Spring, as the first rays fall on frozen ground
The dew glistening in the early morning sun
And below ground the green curl begins
As heat from the astronomers source
Penetrates the distant land
The budding fern begins her journey
Long fallen autumnal foliage
Settled over winter under snow
Degraded now, brings new life
Nurture the ground, replenishing
Restoring natures balance to the soil
For new life to spring as the seasons forge ahead
The summer showers to moisten and some
The thirsts of long sun-soaked days
Restoring, verdant and texture as fronds unfurl
To sway in autumnal breezes, as earth cools
Damp in the air denotes the coming fall
Mists lay on meadows as nights draw in
Finally the green fades, dried and darker
Winter wind flurries and rustles the tendrils
All visible growth now returning to earth
Yet as the winter rages, snow and ice
Below the soil the fern she waits, patiently
Until the sun once more penetrates the soil in spring.
Still stands the night,
an immovable mountain.
A light snowfall of moonlight
on its exposed terrain.
An isolated star shimmers and shakes
its avalanche of brilliance,
outshining myriads of lesser snowflakes
that adorn the night’s somnolence.
In the lee of this mountain,
amongst taupe shadows deep,
three riders their clutches tauten
halting their steely steeds, while other men sleep.
Their chill- wizened faces
look up to the sky
whilst blind night embraces
the three Magi.
Through centuries they’ve travelled
like astronauts through space
though men still hadn’t unravelled
the first mystery that had taken place
on the outskirts of this beleaguered city.
They gaze at the star questioning:
was man ready for the immensity
of the Second Coming?
The frosty light of the star
then started to melt and wane.
It was too soon for the avatar,
the world was still profane.
They re- revved their machines
and set off into orbit exquisite.
Astronomers observing the dying sheen
said t’was a star of hope that surely would revisit.
'Stars!' 'Yes stars!'
Much marveled the wizard moon
When I thought of the stars
Deep into that darkness skiing
'Stars!' said I, 'thing of beauty starlight.'
Flung so lightening virtuoso
Inward such an adept, stellar waiting
'Stars!' said I, 'thing of starlight.'
It was uptight
Suddenly, I heard some tapping
The diverting development delving
And the planets never snapping
I have dreamed of the astronomers
My mind always strays to storms
I threw my planetary nebula upon the floor
Eagerly I looked for the leverage
I crave the pushy, planet pressure
I discovered the supernovae
When I thought of the stars
Deep into that darkness skiing
'Stars!' said I, 'thing of beauty starlight.'
'Stars!' 'Yes stars!'
3/22/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Little Red
Dots pop up on the
screen, The funniest
things you've ever seen.
Astronomers squint with knitted
brow, "What's James Webb showing us
now?" Tiny red dots before our
eyes, Blink and you'll miss their
tiny disguise. "Galaxies?" "Black holes?" "Nobody
knows!" "Perhaps - they're not quite dots," Fred
billows. We've found three hundred—maybe
more. Tiny red specks by heaven's door. Perhaps
~ they're what we've searched to find ~
since first we dreamed of space and time.
A baby starburst, just born, Not
long since the cosmic dawn. Just
ten million years of age, they
say, Twelve billion
light-years away!
WOW - How
Significant!
.
Hey diddle diddle,
Little Red Dot in the middle,
As James Webb peeped up in the sky.
The astronomers cried,
"What a wonderful find!"
As the Little Red Dot just winked, "Nice Try!"
“When all you thought was true, isn’t ...”
When all you thought
was true,
isn’t
an interesting
conversation
sashays in
opening
channels
has begun
quite alien
epistemological
holy smoking light ray
stun gun
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Narayan”/The Prodigy
https://youtu.be/bzVjZu4fl4o
“UFOs, Religion & Technology”/UAP Society
https://youtu.be/FoWKTjSUx3s
Kyiv Astronomers capture “UAPs everywhere” using meteor-tracking software
https://youtu.be/E2ZSlLH0TzE
“The nitrogen in our DNA,
the calcium in our teeth,
the iron in our blood,
the carbon in our apple pies
were made in the interiors
of collapsing stars.
We are made of starstuff.”
Carl Sagan, Cosmos
“Science is not only compatible with spirituality; it is a profound source of spirituality.”
Carl Sagan, The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark
“You're an interesting species.
An interesting mix.
You're capable of such beautiful dreams,
and such horrible nightmares.
You feel so lost, so cut off, so alone,
only you're not.
See, in all our searching,
the only thing we've found
that makes the emptiness bearable,
is each other.”
Carl Sagan, Contact
Chris Lehto Channel / ex-F16 Fighter Pilot, American
https://www.youtube.com/c/ChrisLehtoF16/videos
UAP Society Channel
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UClS2K-Pxom6vuURf4t_42mw
Oh, living, breathing star
how beautiful you are.
You pulsate from afar-
our cosmic avatar.
Life beats inside your heart
that rends dust-rays apart
so elements- impart
the gifts of which we're part.
Life's building blocks you spread-
earth creatures- your seedbed;
your precious prize, widespread
from richest dust- inbred,
with sulfur, nitrogen,
mixed well with oxygen;
and carbon, hydrogen-
add phosphorus- life's spun.
Oh, living, breathing star-
your heartbeat is bizarre.
Dear God did raise the bar-
has made you what you are.
March 21, 2020
~3rd Place~
Contest: Strand Pick 6
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 04/09/2020
~7th Place~
Premiere Contest: A Star's Heartbeat
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Judged: 03/22/2020
"The crucial elements for life on Earth, often called the
building blocks of life can be abbreviated as CHNOPS:
carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen, phosphorus, and
sulfur. For the first time, astronomers have cataloged the
abundance of these elements in a huge sample of stars."
www.space.com