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Aether is the fabric of our universe -
Tiny granules that transfer energy
In the form of waves ~~~
This goes on unseen constantly!
It propagates light and other waves,
Longitudinal and transverse
( Or electromagnetic )
Right across the universe!
Aether stretches far beyond
The laws of physiology!
Did you know that Aether
Is also a god in Greek Mythology?
In chemistry, it is flammable.
It is used as an anaesthetic.
It's a solvent used in industrial processes -
Google it ~ this knowledge is authentic!
But at the same time,
It's a word that is seldom heard,
Most people have better luck,
Deciphering the songs of a bird!
But today, 'Aether' was on my list,
To master and triumph,
As if it was a fifth wish!
Oh, the gravity of this situation,
Like cosmic forces similar to Shakti,
I feel that I have learned so much,
Should I be yelling out 'Yahtzee'?!?
The king of the classical elements;
Earth, Air, Water and Fire...
Aether bends and amends our universe,
To be the most desired!
Sunday, October 3, 2021
The cadence of the knell on the wind Lord
Has folk peering from windows and doors
A reminder of fickle mortality
Peals forlornly, for whom the bell tolls
The screams of the Angels, are deafening
Those with the conscience to hear
Dark Winter, cuts colder than ice
Unfolding, the fear of all fears
Media controlled information
Has us fighting brother to brother
As the puppeteers pull on our heartstrings
An Orwellian surrogate mother
Totalitarian terror prevails
An Agenda to meet, time is flying
Denver Airports Time-capsule, historic
Egomaniacs prayers to the dying
Positions of power are key
Those appointed are elitely chosen
Merchants of Venice they’d shame
Like iniquitous embryos, frozen
World Health Organization, instruction
To quell conscientious objectors
Mouth the words of the purse-handlers credo
The beneficiaries, monied investors
The greatest good for the greatest of numbers
Bantham cries, from the crest of his pew
Utilitarian logic prevails
Though, decisions are made by the few
Get in line, live your days in your cells
As we gather the troops to protect you
Martial Law looms, incessantly closer
For your safety we’ll need to inject you
The corruptive, are those with the power
Wielding deaths sword, resolutely
Political towers of Babel
Where power corrupts absolutely
In a World of pandemic paranhoia
The essential works, deemed to be crucial
Are the implementation of towers
Beaming Signals of Sorrow, so brutal
A virus is only a name, you see
It was never a death causal factor
Electromagnetic technology
Is the key to the virul reactor
Big Brothers got one million eyes
And a chip, for to go where e’er you go
No crock of gold’s waiting out there
Hid beneath, ‘An Invisible Rainbow’
Android In Love
Recellularized Android 887-V landed directly from the void
On unexplored planet 59-G in sector 23 today
Electromagnetic shifting components and arrays deployed as planned
Without delay several probes were cast
Placed on display on the baron world
On the cold blue frozen rocks and oceans
The remote dim sun gave little hope for light
Like a small white dot laying down the last rays of life
Landing gray on the last known place in the galaxy
Android 887-V came back to being
Triggered by a crisp green pulsing electron beam
There to survey everything in sight
To walk the remote world with directives sharp and clear
In proper programmed cyborg style, ordered from beyond
Confidence in what it is designed to do
Methodical recordings, storing’s, gatherings of everything
Then it fell… and all that ended
A sharp object, something jagged, caught its metallic lowest edge
Causing a slip and tumble down the ice cliff
Shattering most of its components in the snow
Its brain switched off and on and sizzled
Right there it fell in love with something
More precisely, it was a blue green crater
Of perfect rim, dimension, size and depth
That caught its eye and observation
It found a proper spot to rest its injured head
Android 887-V came to work and to explore
But found much more
It landed in the crater, in love, a childlike toy
A play thing in the void
Feeling almost like a human being
That found its one and only thing
A true hold on reality
It simply wants to be alone
With his one true love, his crater
Formed, created here by nature
The final thing in the universe and from the void
An android needs, to fill in the holes in life
This hole in planet 59-G sector 23 is here
It is his everything
1-5-25______________1-25-25
125_________________525
21__________________105
3___________________15
1___________________5
0,0163%
of hydrogen
extracted from seawater
Deuterium when mixed
with tritium
under the influence
of extreme heat
and pressure
becomes a gaseous
hydrogen fuel
becomes a fusion plasma
generated in the Tomak
a tomak is an experiment
machine used to harness the
energy of fusion
charged participle of fusion
can be controlled
by magnetic coils
air and impurities are
evacuated from the vacuum
confinment and control of the
plasma are charged up
and the gaseous fuel is
introduced
powerful electrical currents
are run through
the vassal were gas breaks down
electrically
and then it becomes ironized
and electrons are stripped
from the nuclei
and forms a plasma
TO ACHEIVE FUSION THE
PLASMA IN THE TOMAK
MUST REACH
150,00,000 million
degrees!
Plasma particles become
energized and collide into one another
natural electromagnetic repulsion
om collision to fuse
the proposal for a
configuration of a magntic
fusion device.
1200 Packard Twelve
or a Ka de shi'erhao 1200
20 minutes!
Dot to dot and dash to dash:
telegrams sent in a flash.
Electromagnetic force:
credit goes to Samuel Morse.
Dots connected on a map
by his magic tap-tap-tap.
Letters had a sequenced code
on the wire and down the road.
Dot is short and dash is long;
best if you don’t get them wrong.
Common letters, shorter bursts;
Q, X, Y, Z - they’re the worst.
Between letters, subtle breaks;
must have been some fun mistakes!
Senders need no nervous twitch,
insult in-laws with a glitch.
Decode takes a fine-tuned ear,
pen and paper always near.
First one sent: “what hath God wrought?”
Later, Hitler joined the plot.
Shot himself, the Reich, in flame;
Goering’s ’gram held partial blame.
Dot to dot and dash to dash:
Transatlantic distance smashed.
Dash to dash and dot to dot -
Now look at the phone I’ve got!
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for the Dot to Dot Poetry Contest
sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
written on 11/16/22
He was very young, he knew
that he relied on others to think, live, and survive.
The boy was an unknown planet
in an unread comic book.
His friends were imaginary warriors..
He himself, could not fight the real world,
but the world fought him tooth and nail.
Only the heroes of his mind stood a chance
to put the world to right’s.
Over the few years that it takes for
impossible things to fade,
he grew up thin with thought,
he understood that he was alone,
even in a relationship, even in a crowd.
He would whisper advice to himself
as if he were another person.
A slow realization dawned:
he was that other person;
that this planet was created
from the electromagnetic visions
of impossible things,
a school room of sorts
one on the head
of an immense pin of light,
where he was both teacher
and the taught.
"Turn on the television",
Says an angel munching popcorn,
At the end of each century
"What are the humans up to?"
15th Century:
Columbus exploring lands on unending voyages
Enchanting symphonies of musicians
Words printed publicly
On yet another note,
Empires waging wars for supremacy
16th Century:
Shakespeare sprinkles an era of Literature
Novel religions blend together
World marvels at inventions
Oh! Their foolish twist,
Struggling against man made plagues
17th Century:
Pascal, Boyle, Newton bask in glorious Science
Folks marvel at exquisite cuisines
Discover how universe expands
But humans need a change,
How about propagating slavery
18th Century:
Darwin and Berkeley penetrate philosophic minds
Austen explores societal strata
Mozart floats among harps
Well enough, humans think
Let's plot royal conspiracies
19th Century:
Civilizations soar with industrial revolution
Pasteur creates life-saving vaccines
Giant machines uplift cities
Isn't that much for now
Time to expand slave colonies
20th Century:
Theories leave immortal traces in all fields
Carbon dating, electromagnetic rays,
Nuclear reactions building spaceships
Humans have a different need
Devastating nuclear bomb thrills
Bored, angels switch to channel Earth
Only two decades past 21st century,
Interstellar voyages, flying planes,
A primitive human wouldn't believe,
But oh they can never change,
Bubbling venom of cold wars,
Dead humanity, tortured nature,
Cheap thrills of pointless debates.
"Okay that's been a while I say,
It is time to give them a taste.
At regular intervals in this century,
Humans with their wolfish greed
Surpassing idiocy need a pause."
Combating over money, religions,
Nature, opinions, nothing else
While humans oppose each other
Forgetting to ponder their doings
Angels and demons dance together
Letting nature throw up for a while
God laughs as he tunes for showtime,
"And now for something completely different..."
May 20, 2020
The sky depicts the vast and massive cosmos,
lying in utter quiet and calm with an exosmose.
A little, joyful world is reflected in the sun's rays,
Supine in a bed of dew, a sleek tale sails the ways.
Space and the outer gauntlet are carved in the brain,
Earth has tied us to time, hiding in the hues of rain.
Light pours via trees, and calm flows on the breeze,
Life thrives in the trees, but you're scared to wheeze.
Mother Nature's life flows as sepia tones unfold,
Her thread feeds all life, from elfin buds to hold.
The sepia-colored soil weaves the life thread,
as deft views run from grave to cradle instead.
This microcosmic world springs into action,
Photons prompt electromagnetic reactions.
Every glance is a blessing to our soul's sight,
Soar freely in the midst of recurring plight.
Under a vacant aisle, the inner self may shred,
If Waltz and Tears Linger, Bliss and Pain Are Pled.
Detoxification is absent from the system's swing.
With the pulse of creation, I inhale an azure spring.
Ebbing into the river of life for the initial time,
Personally and in line with customary prime.
In a cosmic flow of microcosm and macrocosm,
As vectors are stout and wholes are sanctum.
1st place contest winner
Written: March 18, 2023
Writing Challenge - 'M' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Word Chosen: 10-Macrocosm
Life behind these eyes
This old body, harboured among so many artifacts.
My Spirit wanders the spaces within my four cornered rooms.
My Soul searches for meaning beyond the bars of my steel cage. .
My heart beats against the walls of my memories hoard.
Blood pumping, awakening the essence of what is stored.
My nights becoming the life what should be my days.
Slipping my mind into neutral, sound and electromagnetic waves carry.
Living vicariously through the eyes, imaginations, the talents of others.
Writers producers, directors, camera create and bring to the screen.
That one eyed monster, the cathode tube that carries one beyond.
Awareness of space time continuum, its linear journey lost to me.
Consciousness of times passing no longer has any relevance.
Seconds into minutes, hours, days, weeks months, years, a lifetime
One elongated stream, without destination, meaning or substance.
Carried off into the sun set, carried on the wings of solar winds.
Particles of time, connected, never seen by these tired old eyes.
Reaching, with both hands into the ether, the four corners of this universe.
Habits, rituals, routines dominate, no longer cognizant of times movements.
Days have become night, many hours spent in a bed of water.
Lost in dream land, where the subconscious brings to life ones history.
Stories told, be they positive, negative, indifferent or be they illusions.
A surrealistic representations of unfinished business, of desired unfulfilled.
On occasion, a vision, a premonition, something beyond a reflection.
For the most part, a desire to, once again, to experience the essence of.
Passions, desires, a life no longer afforded a disabled, indigent senior.
Only in the images played out upon the back of ones eye lids.
Painted upon canvases, woven into tapestries, displayed on TV screens.
Phantasmagorias that elucidate a life, some regrets, a life consumed.
B. J. “A ” 2
January 24th, 2021
The shadow produced by the ongoing fire was a mere enchantment of life and death intertwined in a loving embrace. What is life without death, and what is death without life? As one lives, the dead live in the afterlife. Seeing a fire signals the end of life within the current timeline while showing the birth of new life in the future. All we see is the destruction and reconstruction in the present. Being in the center, we see both sides. As the tears drop, they form a shadow before they hit the ground. Once they hit the ground, the shadow is a picture of life and death. If the fire's shadow is frightening, can it be seen as a shadow of HOPE? The warmth of the shadow can be felt through electromagnetic radiation. Is fire a valid symbol of death? Or is it the symbol of life and death intertwining in the loving eternal embrace of a couple blessed with the spirit of life and not of death? One cannot exist without the other as all forces come in pairs. Newton, were your law of mere physics, or was it a symbolic representation of unity in life? The apple was not symbolic as it was the sweetest fruit of knowledge. The shadow sees, and the shadows cool the heat, which warms the soul.