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Quantum Glyphs
A particle’s not a particle,
a wave is not a wave.
It’s more or less equations,
of the way that they behave.
The particles aren't our focus,
of the why and for the how.
No... everything’s the Field,
that describes the then and now.
A beauty of probabilities,
a guess where they may be.
Real or just imagined,
for particle velocity.
The jump, the spike, a double jet,
to calculate creations.
How intricate the formulas,
of mutual annihilations.
But it’s not a vacuum of particles,
that hoover up the Field!
It’s the undulating Field itself,
in the blanket of the yield.
The surf is up, the trough is down,
the pattern’s on the Wall.
They shoot the curl, or wipe it out,
the field’s in caterwaul.
Then we draw analogies,
of what it must be like.
But something from the nothing...
classic logic takes a hike.
We try to tell what’s happening,
with speech not adequate.
Some forbid the lexicon,
of the maths in duplicate.
Yet it seems, to quantify,
in a language of it’s own.
And we can hear it chatter,
though its meaning’s not full blown.
We know Hadrons are the nouns,
and the Leptons are the verbs.
The Bosons are the adjectives,
and the Field is all the words.
The particles aren't our focus,
No... it’s to the Field we truck.
Wading in our Wellington’s,
in the fog and quantum muck.
A particle’s not a particle,
a wave is not a wave.
It’s more or less equations,
of the way that they behave.
By -Edlynn Nau
©March 1, 2019
If you’ve ever studied Quantum Mechanics, or tried to understand reality from the subatomic level, or follow new particles found at CERN, then you understand that analogies are about impossible for a science that just isn’t classical. This was meant to be fun and underscore the difficulty of the English language in not being able to translate the maths.
Written: January 05, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Poem Inspired by the Hughes Turner Project,
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Stars above, a diamond dust wassail, so bright.
Do whisper tales of love within the den at night.
A cosmic waltz where spirits intertwine.
Casting a cormulent bond, arcane love divine.
Your ariose grace in my heart, as a moon, is so near.
Now drifts asunder, plagued with ambiguity and fear.
Years appear as comets streaking across balmy sky.
As treasured memories bedraggle and swiftly die.
Your bel esprit, as a canorous melody so sweet,
A caterwaul echo, a clangor, I can’t avail but meet.
The corpulent sun, a golden teardrop, starts to fall,
As crestfallen memories, a deluge, starts to crawl.
Though we are parted by a desultory cosmic sea,
My seraphic soul still searches, longing to be free.
The disconsolate shift is constant, as a climbing tide,
But in my heart, your Elysian love will still reside.
Empyreal time passes, in a relentless flow,
Yet in my mind, your esoteric image starts to glow.
Though saying goodbyes feels so fastidious to bear,
I find acceptance, easing some gaunt despair.
We shared a planet, a world so grand,
A love so vast, now lost within the sand.
But even stardust keeps within its core,
A glimpse of beauty to recall, not ignore.
The planets spin, on their gossamer quest,
And so shall we, to find our final rest.
Our time together, though it came to cease,
Remains a legend, bringing sweet release.
Though tears may fall as meteor showers brief,
My love for you will bestow some sweet relief.
And in the heavens, as the ages turn,
Our story's embers will forever burn.
Written: September 16, 2023
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In the dilatory embrace of midnight dance,
Amid gloom and shadows, we bore a chance.
Akin to a pyre of passion, the tango did ignite,
As our souls entwined, an epic cosmic sight.
Crestfallen souls sought solace in rhythm dance.
Two forfeited souls decry their trance.
In the nebulous world of dreams,
Our love gleamed through moonbeams.
We wandered the night with each diaphanous stride.
Mist In a desultory ritual, we waltz by side and pride.
The midnight hour whispered secrets untold,
As the magic of the moment began to unfold.
Inveigled by the enchantment of the night,
Our bodies moved in wanton delight.
A collocation of our bodies, a harmonious blend,
Creating a symphony only love could intend.
In the inane ails of the world, we decry respite,
As the rhythm of the tango set our spirits alight.
But amid canorous sound and shimmering stars,
A chimera of doubt cast its shadowy scars.
Inhale life into our dance, we dared to believe,
Our passion is beyond what they perceive.
Akin to gossamer threads, delicate and fine,
Our love drew words across the cosmos, divine
The ruling of a raw sun born from our embrace,
Beshrew qualms, that love would never efface.
In the clangor of doubts and the caterwaul
Of skeptics who denigrate, we stood tall.
Our compassion was the most potent force,
Nurturing us through life's winding course.
With every haul, we scorned the night,
In a dance that shimmered with cosmic light.
Until the stars start to drip and gleam,
A canvas created, a passion supreme.
Words whispered softly, in the midnight air,
Blaring a love that was beyond compare.
Written: October 11, 2023
As I Watch The Waves Crash Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
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As I wait with anxiousness on the edge, I gaze.
As the capacious waves roll onto the shore to graze.
A fanciful caterwaul that is truly a show to behold
The wave of anticipation, the rising to withhold
Akin to a monitor of art, I scrutinize with reflection.
As billows rise, so do wavelets in diffraction.
Fluctuation of the sea, an imperious dance,
Panache and languid undulation—an idyllic prance
With each rippling perm and undulation,
Swell slyly spawns a spellbinding sensation
A seiche of emotions, a dance so divine,
As the curling waves rise and intertwine.
Lackadaisical they seem, in their languid flow,
Yet, their rippling aura is obvious—zeal on show,
With each rise and fall, their chimera is felt.
A clout of nature, a symphony to be dealt
Waves glisten and shine under sunlight beams.
Their corpulent dance is a kaleidoscope of gleams.
The desultory scene is painted in ultraviolet shades.
As they race toward the sky—in egregious glade,
Their sheer life flows and surges with every beat.
Their knack for clearing the way left me discrete.
The wave dance is both aesthetic and daring.
A narrative is hidden, deflective, and bearing.
As the seas beat up against the jagged rocks.
It fluctuates with a chorus of cursive flocks.
A pulse occurs that ripples through the air.
A sleek waltz lures me in and leaves me there.
As I spot waves spinning—I feel idyllic at peace.
A concise reprieve—an aura of release
Froths flex and frame in a fellifluous flow.
Borough bears betwixt breakers beat and blow.
"He is brave and a warrior fine--
In a stroke, killed twenty-nine!"
Thus went word from town to town,
Only to come back around...
"A better man there be none,
Seekest thou a finer one?"
Crept-in a common sight of doubt:
Who's it they talk about...?
"'tis the Tailor from this land--
He hath the strength of Heracles' hand--
There he goes, tall and proud..."
Seeing whom, approached the crowd.
"Tell us, O Courageous one,
How didst that you have done?"
"Tell us, tell us!"cried the throng
Only to shroud his path along:
"I know not what 'tis ye talk,
I'm in a hurry, ye impede my walk.."
"Don't be humble, tell us about't",
Jumped up He, whilst all shout't;
"I will tell what you want to know,
About what, tell me though...!"
"Tell about your twenty-nine",
Sang all folk in a line:
"The Twenty-Nine",so he thought,"that I kill'd,
For me an éclat this has built..."
"I am glad I talk to you all,
Of this emprise--this caterwaul...
When on a fine, wintry morn,
I sat sewing pieces worn,
There came a lady selling jam",
He gazed,"I called--Ay, ma'am!--
Who, sensing a prospective buyer,
Told she had the best of Shire",
Again he stopped, all looked rapt:
"So I bought what I thought apt;
Now then, I stitch and stitch and sew,
There's buzzing-humming and the numbers grow",
He saw they'd still eager eyes:
"That's when I strike at the flies!
And behold--I kill 'em folk,
I kill Twenty-Nine in a stroke!!..."
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*it is based on a story i once read as a child...though its plot was different, my poem just derives the 'tailor' and the initial 'killing spree' from the original story to combine with my own ideas..all comments appreciated...
Written: May 10, 2024
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Cosmic candor will be suitable
beyond our sight, providing insight
we sift and shift, sustaining a sanctum,
carefulness must be displayed,
as amorphous words uttered,
cosmos works in tandem,
with our intentions,
In this wild environment,
that may seem beyond repair
In wild minds, we find no concern,
each soul craves to be aware,
we should strive for calm not despair,
together, we can be substantive,
and mend anathematized minds
making us utterly magnificent.
Words seem ambivalent
yet, possess vast strength.
as any skilled poet would attest
and may usher us in archaic paths.
leading us to faraway moons
leaving us arcane
in a mesmerizing gaze,
words can exude golden honey,
but can also aureate souls,
and beleaguer afflictions,
& caterwaul time to a standstill,
whether in art or blithe nature,
we stoutly witness moments,
that urge garrulous trivial manner.
& leave dinkum impact on lives.
In that face an eon of desultory,
talk, a lifetime of anguish,
glazed over are those eyes with
diaphanous teardrops that never fall
but were swallowed as water.
Parched lips are always sealed.
Uncluttering a word to ease
torment & disconsolate,
or hope inebriated
into smithereens
and dreams ravaged
by effusive tempests;
ephemeral furrows on the brow,
those trenches in which
all previous battles were fought,
and fatuous wounds endured,
all frivolous fights are done,
let's await an ending.
Written: September 21, 2023
Shadows Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
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Shadows roamed free
Where inspiration whispered
Eviscerate the nebulous nexus of dreams
Find your niche in the unseen
Impalpable, deep, spatial, serene
Shadows lurched seraphically
Their slender limbs are in clear space.
In corners, they danced and played
A life metaphor in their opaque hoax
Inveigle in the shadows
Grim and gaunt, they enchanted
A kismet union amid shadows
The moon's grin inspires delight
A love song entwined two spirits
Compiling through the night
A subtle whisper symphony
Star-struck lovers meet overnight
Together, they dance under the moon
Aligning hearts erased tears
This celestial ballroom ignites love
Ghostly silhouettes caterwaul
Predicting the futile collapse
Clangor and penumbra persist
Cosmological contempt
They wear thick gossamer makeup
Corpulent umbra, unfair cover
Shaded depths becloud
Crestfallen, they seek a shroud
Find shelter with shades and phantoms
Their spirit was freed in the darkness
Eternal whispers In the dusk
shadows extend within moments.
Dramatic dance that steals time
They weave magic in a whisper concert
With lightness, silence the breath
Gentle fall, evoking angel feathers
Weary earth fighters find peace
Its loving hug provides relief
Rustic tunes, deep insights.
Written: May 17, 2024
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Artistic portrayal of life events as a diorama
Fog hinders sight, and exertion leads to drama
Seek ease, apathy, evade attentive scrutiny
aging stems mindful swing, leading to mutiny
Noxious prates fit sullen peer or weary mind
facets of human life fetch fluid features blind
time flows faring, etching hearts echoing gaze
debate donning dated disdain diving graze
Ear muffs muffle noise span in swath space.
No opposition spark portrayed downcast chase.
Foster love-prone awareness, not rigged favors.
Grasping sky implies a whole heart-mind flavor.
Arcane quartz artists sculpt clay in amort crafts
ariose zeal to transcend wasteful calix daft
heart relies on two atria: chemo-electro-static.
capacious using cells that descry axons attic.
Desultory reactions rather than brazen mindset
Envious quest will reveal mindful heart reset
It will be illusion to eviscerate frivolous notion.
alternately, Inveigle grabbing a gaunt potion.
heart caterwaul mindful love could never fade.
wailing clangor appears dumb to mind, wade.
No corpulent knot withstand swiftness of time.
Adage," Time cures all scars" is sublime.
Athirst ambitions would awaken aureate love.
Soon, both of us will rise to celestial skies above.
Amid effusive brain deluge to turn heart-wise
Love endures eternally after lovers' demise.
Written: December 29, 2023
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Mahogany motionless shadows
cast by deceitful sun,
a caterwaul unravels,
coeval betrayal
voice beckons glimpses
—of anguish
within the heart loci,
once pure and corpulent,
now rapt by crestfallen darkness,
bereavement blight.
synchronous with aquifers
Interfluve ferri-crete...
desultory.
A love so tender,
akin to a fragile bloom,
now withered and wilted,
lost in the gloom,
a vow is broken
trust shattered in shards
of diaphanous slogans
leaving behind, disconsolate
heartbreak—real misery abounds.
In magenta shadows
cast by a deceitful sun,
whispers of deceit,
waltzed in the wind,
saffron sun rays
masked the spuriousness
in perfidy of truth,
as a venomous snake—slither
exposing whopper &
taradiddle
causing hearts to wither
In depths of darkness,
truth did reside,
unveiling deceit,
where love once thrived,
a web of lies spun
entangling hearts
in a web of
perfidiousness
deviousness
guilefulness
& flimflam
how the heart weeps,
its innocence lost,
It once held love's warmth
betrayal wound is effusive.
A turbulent ocean
of bereavement
overwhelms this heart
eviscerate...
& in egregious pain
no relief in sight
only an aching hole
despite sorrow
mercilessly embraces
a glimpse
of grace and hope,
yet, darkness...
holds strength
empyreal resilience.
The avalanche crashed an ax from nimbus peaks
these shrouds a pall a maul splitting my shield
this smur slurs my weakened war paint
my skin my beat my breath my breast
gray matter clouds —a pock-marked-psyche wears the ruse of ceruse
cosmos charity clouds once white like daylight once light as sea foam
blown and flown to the expanse of ether airy spirits afloat
now a iron-heart-anvil I’m horizontal
..an empty fossil-frame pressed into earth
these clouds these shrouds upon me
around me about me they cry
my lantern dampened they know why
cataract-clouds dimmed my gaze
they’ve simmered and condensed
they’ve become incensed
they drape me a caterwaul shawl
oh mamma sky your cirrus streams my suckle sweet
nourish my flourish rock me frock me your cumulus crib and fleece
from nest on high fledge me bluebird spry
freckle me starling’s starlight speckle
myself the Milky Way instead of ash-of-flame remains
constellated skin depicts our myth and marrow sagas
my mouth alive with words of the winds
iambic tranquilize of zephyrs sweeping wheat
and lyric wrath of gales aggrieved stripping leaves from trees
with barnstormer speech
cleanse my lens with see-through-rain till wet with reflection
that upends the blur and burr of clouds crashing down
— keep them mamma sky beyond where they belong
so I may return and re-emerge — reimagined