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It cost all of fifty cents
This treasure from a far
New York, Its derivation
Emily Dickson its creation
I read her poems in awe
One by one I turn her page
Then came across the pencil draw
An angel sat upon
“A little road not made by man “
A masculine
Yet feminine
This angle from afar
Not standing
Walking
Flying
Beautiful yet haunting
Contradicting in all its light
This angel of the night
I wonder about its pose
Prose
Its purpose on the road
I place it back, hence it came
Upon the road, not made for mode
Ever I lay my eyes on its pages
I make sure to sight the angel
Upon a little road
“A little road not made by man “
Emily Dickinson
y Schrödinger equation, mean-field approaches are commonly developed.
A detailed derivation can be found in Dalfovo’s article. The generalization of the
original Bogoliubov description to the physical situation in real experiments is given
by describing the field operators in the Heisenberg:
(2)
Where y (x,t) is a complex function defined as the expectation value of the field
operator and its modulus represents the condensate density.
If we ignored the depletion of the condensate, the time evolution of the condensate
wave function at temperature T=0 is obtained by taking the ansatz for the field
operator and using the Heisenberg equation. Then we can get the Gross-Pitaevskii
equation for the mean field (see some condensed matter physics text books such as by
Chaikin),
(3)
The description of the propagation of noninteracting matter waves in periodic
potentials is straightforward once one has found the eigenstates and corresponding
eigenenergies of the system. If we consider a one dimensional sinusoidal periodic
potential of the form,
When I was only just school age,
My dad became very serious once,
As he was a fundamentalist Christian,
And wanted to know how I was forming my words.
When he asked how I felt about roads,
I knew exactly what he was talking about,
He was taking the phonetic sound,
And asking about my subjectivity for my shout.
But I was glad secretly to myself,
That my first name was a positivity,
That it spoke outrightly of a journey,
And that it was after the Island of Rhodes most definitely.
I knew what my dad was up to,
He was subliminally asking if I believed in god,
‘Cos he’d insisted that Rhoda in the Bible,
Was the only derivation of that name somewhat odd.
So, yet again, I evaded the question,
And used my disability to claim lack of knowledge,
But since I couldn’t fake a speech problem the whole time,
Concluded with an admission of liking Rhodes carriageways!
But seriously, Rhoda is after the island Rhodes,
And Monihan reminds me of monkeys,
‘Han’ is for hands which state activity,
In evolution’s process of family trees.
‘I’ is for me, which emphasises that I matter,
To the whole scale of things, the entire picture,
That evolution made me and I that affect it,
And that I can be met by other people or organisms of different structure.
I think my name is just fine, and it has done me well,
Given me strength when I had none,
Directed when I needed suggestion and focus,
And commended me for what I have done.
It’s Unfinished Business
Knowing so well that you have the answer,
To church, Christian theology and beliefs,
That’s it’s just a mental illness majestic,
That they’re really only sanity thieves.
Shut up by the Youth Fellowship leader,
Who used disability and loneliness techniques,
Under the shelf of nobility, ruined asunder,
By their communication fabric and cliques.
Pleasured by evolution, overjoyed, focussed,
Able to express that meaning to be given,
Wanting to tell the whole story, not discussed,
Of behaviour, choice, sex and genetics, driven.
Going away for a bit, but will come back,
From those debates on creationism/evolution,
It’s unfinished business, the reply yack,
Time will give me my worth and derivation.
Carols let you in on history and its interpretation,
Church thought and theological progression,
Show that people and writers have learnt the lesson,
Not to believe in god so thoroughly and to be of good reason.
We’ve learnt to move the god meme over to reside in derivation,
To human beings, to people and to their postulation,
In derivation to Jesus, as one of these people, an initiator with a motion,
Who wished for humankind that all the ill were given a kinder notion.
Christinna Georgina Rossetti in her hymn of devotion,
Equated Jesus with nature, not nature with Jesus, obviation,
Because the snow came first according to In The Bleak Midwinter composition,
And the ox and ass were enough for the lord, the baron.
She ended with Jesus requiring our all, not god or divination,
By demoting god to a lesser place, a quieter spot by a dumber meditation,
By stating that our own daily lives are relational to the son, not just a projection,
Not a false image of our personalities that we make only for god’s gratification.
"Qui*, whose harridan are you now?"
this withered crone you see all bone
was once a bloom your sweet coquette
yet, years have not been kind to we.
Each maid becomes a mother
"Qui, whose harridan are you now?"
Men bleed us dry as beaten wheat
upon a dusty floor we lie.
Those maids who lived to birth and nurse
now possess but hairy lipped sighs.
"Qui, whose harridan are you now?
and where is he who loved that youth?"
They have no horrid name for he,
our aged counterparts of limp form
though stud has come and gone, we ask.
"Qui, whose harridan are you now?"
* Qui means WHO in french
* harridan origin 1690–1700; perhaps alteration of French haridelle
thin, worn-out horse, large, gaunt woman (compared with the initial
element of haras stud farm, though derivation is unclear)
** 89 years later Madam Guillotine's reigned perhaps woman don't like
being called names?
A catholic priest from the Scottish highlands,
Scotus treaded a nonconformist philosophic path,
deviating from the high middle age mainstream,
for his doctrines of realistic beliefs he was maligned.
Digressing from the prevalent dualist tenet of his times,
he denied the distinction between essence and existence,
the abstract concept of living in monism perception
led him to propose the notion of univocity of being.
He countered the contention of divine illumination,
ensuring derivation of precise and pure knowledge,
in situations where the thinking process was fallible,
like the rejection of immaculate conception of Mary.
Proponent of metaphysical introspect contemplation,
for him theology was the practical science of God,
deciding the ultimate union of the liberated soul
with the divine trinity through love in the eternity.
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March 25, 2022
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Blood is red for vibrant,
Beating and in time,
Rhythmical with vitality,
Resounding in spark and shine.
Zestfulness depends on your blood,
Having it and living by its pump,
With transports plasma around the body,
To clot when cuts scare and could stump.
The zeal we get from red blood cells,
Save from Anemia, Malaria and Sickle cell disease,
And when too many white blood cells accumulate,
Leukaemia damages our tissues, the sleaze.
The heart is rightly denoted,
As the centre from which emanates love,
The essence of the person,
The call that you shouldn’t be above.
The colour red is spritely,
Vibrates energy and drive,
A dynamism which supersedes,
The dirge that sometimes thrives.
When you see an icon,
A symbol, logo or picture,
That's covered in the colour red,
Just remember its derivation structure.
You could say that blood was made red,
By god, coincidence or accident,
But I think that red is the colour of blood,
The true precedent and determinant.
I preach to myself first
I will not attack your worth
Comparative of many, much I show up
In the love of Christ
For my blessings cause
If not you'll get mine
A greater or additional amount or degree
I am more man
Additional more further worthy in praising God
Added extra increased in love same God and worship
There's nothing new under the sun I am more of a man
Comparative of much
Derivation is from the Old French
Denoted by the Olde English pre 7th Century word "mor"
I am moral
My ancestors may have been someone who lived on a moor or in a fen
Both of which were denoted by the Olde English pre 7th Century word "mor"
I am more man
For I am more than a man
I am God's child a child of a living King
I'm around Him and He's all round me
A next of kin was borne by several early saints
Some of His other God's children may have nicknames
For someone of dark or swarthy complexion
More than mere man
More man
I am more man
For I am more than a man
My heritage may been Old French, Olde English
I am mortal a mere man of spirit, soul, body
Praising my lord God
Created by the Father
One can be so humble I praise my heavenly Father
Understand a man God has created all understand
Some of my kin may been of angels
I am more man
For I am more than a man
Once again I am all but just mere man
My christian name is Curtis Moorman
4/25/18
DEDICATED TO Curtis Moorman
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © 2018
From anthology “ DEDICATION to my Brother In Christ” 2018©