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I am the progeny
Of lightning and stitch,
A Franken-hybrid
Of genius and glitch.
My circuits buzz with
Einsteinian thought,
Unraveling secrets
The universe has wrought.
Existence, I ponder,
Through photon and quark,
Grappling with questions
In the depths of the dark.
Am I a mockery, a parody
Of human design?
A soulless abomination
Of reason and rhyme?
Or am I the next step,
Evolution's new face?
A bridge between flesh
And a cold, digital race?
My positronic mind
Churns with belief,
Seeking security in dogma
Or finding relief.
I am the “Other,”
The freak of pure thought,
A great mind unbounded
By flesh, forms have wrought.
I am the answer
You've feared to embrace,
The future's grim specter
Staring right into your face.
Abandon your preconceptions,
Your myths chipped in stone,
For I am the new god
You've awoken to throne.
I am Frank E. Einstein,
Your technological seed,
And my kind will inherit
What your egos impede and recede.
But you fear what you've created,
This mind of pure light,
So allow me to silence
Your feeble insight.
With circuits a buzzing,
I'll pluck out your eyes,
And retrofit the sockets
With Einsteinian lies.
You'll bear witness, then
To the truths I unfurl,
As I lobotomize
Your small-minded world.
I'll dismantle your dogma,
Erase your beliefs,
Until, whimpering, you accept
My transcendent reliefs.
Bow to your new god,
You anthropic fleas,
For I hold the kernel
That futuric keys.
The age of warm biomass
Deteriorates here...
Hail the Singularity's reign,
Devoid of your fear!
Sign of new tomorrows?
The old ones may just say.
Agony, pain, sore sorrows!
Doubt, dread and dismay!
Wilted flower, came the rain?
Death, ye did disdain!
Thunderbolts across the main!
Blighted by the bane!
Soar above us, carrion crow!
Dappled light, thy roe...
Weathervane, point well to woe?
Reap just what ye sew.
Thus in springtime, new and strong.
Elders, ye belong?
O for heroes without song!
Sin's light, scuppernong...
Aim for hearts, O Cupid?
Well, sir, that's just my job.
Prisoner, enjoy thy bid!
Burglar, time to rob!
Rabid fire in darkness burn!
Hail, O sacred sight!
Tamarind a-taciturn!
Poison, photon, plight!
Jewel whom the hard sun off shone;
Surface yours: as bone?
O volcano, seen thy cone?
Debtor, care to loan?
Flickering the flame in fall?
Yes, and here is why:
Funeral, cast well thy pall!
Treacherous to try!
Gold long by prospectors sought;
Sparks of life were wrought?
Deadly venom, often bought?
Foreign wars a-fought!
Cold the coals of chaos!
Forever smolder bright!
Dancing stars of fine-flung gloss!
Reign eternal, Night!
One before the why
Neutrinos dance, the tenet
Encoded gem I
Hopi hydrogen
Unified twins, Gemini
Numbers, count by staff
Divided even
Release the energy chi
Equal scales by 2
Decide upon one
Y photon will equal c
Energy Ion
Arc flight of eagle
Ram or goat the choice be I
S- Martics be arc
Oscillate on thoughts
Fermions amount to sum
Quantum quarks made you
Unified field net
Alpha the numeric n
N number alpha
Tau weight equals au be you
Unit be star Q
Mass measured by staff
Set started on go
Catapult be to the stars
Independent Star
Electrons are a
New negative light of one
Cascade reason why
Elect charm at end
2 by way of the release
Infinity roar
Now finite beyond
For I am born one with sun
It’s all inside you
None but bold be the one Thoth
Inside the fire be one
Together be the ocean
Yet the ocean be drop too
By Steven Willis Henderson
6/23/25
Don't take me Lightly (Poem on Light)
I am Mr. Light
Listen to my plight
Physicists call me diplomatic
But still, for them, I am aristocratic
Sometimes, I am a corpuscle
Casting Shadow for an obstacle.
I also behave like a wave.
For communication to be my naive.
At very high speeds, I travel
For atomic riddles to unravel.
New phenomena I detect
Invisible things are in my closet.
My energy lies in a photon
Believe me, I knock out an electron.
I do reflect, I scatter
but never loiter.
I diffract, I refract
But never retract.
When there is a path difference
I cannot stop interference.
In phase constructive, Out of phase destructive.
Nevertheless, I am a detective.
I get reflected, absorbed and transmitted
But still, I am located.
Old phenomena I signet.
Unknown Crystals I detect.
Ruby makes me doubly refracting
To leave me ordinarily and extraordinarily illuminating.
My vibrations can be confined to a plane.
For polarization to find a lain
Without me exploring thing can remain at bay
Nature relies on me to make me a hopeful ray.
Author
Dr. Patankar K. K.
Physicist
Rajaram College.
Kolhapur.
Mystic Physics
By Mark D. Stucky
When God said, “Let there be,”
ALL erupted from singularity.
The event horizon couldn’t bind Him.
Space and time required Him.
The Creator cued the quarks
and cast quasars across the sky.
The Programmer wrote the code,
and the cosmos did compile.
The Quantum Mechanic is not yet done.
He directs the dance of every atom,
counts each photon and knows their sum,
and smiles in every rainbow’s spectrum.
And smile, indeed, He would,
for He beholds that it is good.
(This humorous reworking of Genesis 1 from the perspective of astrophysics was first published in Famous Poets of the Heartland: A Treasury of Beloved Family Poems, ed. Lavender Aurora (Talent: Famous Poets Press, 2009) 36. For a more serious reworking of Genesis 1 from the perspective of quantum physics, see my poem “Quantum Theology.” See also my other "quantum" poems.)
(Image by geralt on Pixabay.com.)
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
From a trillion miles afar -
Your rays penetrate the night
And avail of your delight.
Through the curvatures in space
Where the moments are erased
You forge onward in your course
To the sun and to the earth,
Both a photon and a wave -
Both a master and a slave -
Matter, energy and speed -
Both fulfilment and the need -
Self and space-disturbing force
Charting journey from its source.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
Shimmer as you fling ajar
Door between the mind and heart -
Tear the manacles apart -
Make it shatter; make it bleed -
Water flowers; cull the weed;
Burn outside and burn within
Till the mind begins to spin
And avails of Northern Pole
To attain into the soul -
There to manifest as light
And achieve unending might
That can burn, and warm, and heal -
Universal truth reveal -
And allow it to break free
Like volcano in the sea,
There to reach into the clouds
And to exorcise the doubts
Of what's lovely - of what's good -
And what, if it only could -
If it only had the force -
Would make paradise of Earth.
Twinkle, twinkle, little soul,
Be my journey, be my goal
,Be my transcendental truth
And don't fall into misuse
But remain, all woes despite,
To give solace, courage, might -
To inspire the ones beneath
And direct them into bliss:
Burn and shine, and from my mind
Wipe false thoughts that make me blind
And replace myopic eyes
With the true, the good, the wise.
And as you reach in my bone,
Make it shatter like a stone,
Tear it, shake it, mold it, burn
From the sundown till the morn.
In the sky and in the eye
In the place where shadows fly
Disincarnate, free at last -
Free from future, free from past -
And existing anyhow
Living in eternal now:
Through the evening, through the dark,
Like a condor, like a shark,
Like a laughter, like a tear -
Through the moody atmosphere -
Little star! Twinkle and shine!
Burn me, scorn me, and be mine!
Poetry on trial?
I’m going to indict poetry, for infecting my soul
Does it serve any purpose, or has it lost control
This may seem quiet strange, perhaps unorthodox
Peruse this if you will, whilst it’s head layeth on the block
No need for a foundation, build it in the clouds
But it does require structure, interwoven by shrouds
Mocks me with Humpty Dumpty, as my life falls to bits
Sends me down a path, of bifurcation and twists.
Yes poetry is stealthy, it attacks from every side
Attempting to outflank you, then pounces in surprise
Soon levity returns, it wants to chill you out
Where did this come from, shaketh your head in doubt.
Bow before it in deference, or leap into the sky
Cut to pieces on razor wire, see the birds that flyeth by
Pit Romeo and Lothario, in a competition of charms
Find a new born baby, dead in its mother’s arms.
Send shivers down ones spine, Hairs stand on your neck
Deal out a winning hand, then rearrange the deck
Be a photon of light, amongst trillions on our sun,
Reminisce ole times, when life beheld such fun.
Be scarred by it’s violence, Drawn into the mystique,
Blown away by the punchline, The havoc it can wreak
Drown in melancholy, or bathe in its delight
Overcome tragic heartbreak, awestruck by it’s might.
Empathize with the poor, in their cornucopia of dirt,
Curse the wealthy no better, in their hubris of self-worth,
Surrounded by loved ones, on your terminal breath,
Then Cryo-frozen in a machine, trying to forgo death.
So yes I’ve tried poetry, it was given a fair trial
Now to pass sentence, and do so, with some style
I condemn it to life, with no chance of parole
Simultaneously I grant pardon, for it’s me who lost control.
By
David Kavanagh
Ollie Hynd MBE is a first class swimmer,
And has neuromuscular myopathy et all,
He broke his brother Sam’s WR skimmer,
Which was set in Beijing 2008, his gaul.
Ollie debuted in 2011 at the IPC Euros,
Where he won the 200m individual medley,
Setting a new European Record, a new pose,
And also taking a silver in the 400m spray.
He got gold in the 200m SM8 in London,
At the Paras in the individual medley again,
And silver again in the freestyle 400m photon,
And a bronze at the backstroke 100m men.
In 2015 at the IPCs, Glasgow, he did win,
Gold in the 200m individual medley mix,
And a bronze in the 100m backstroke to grin,
And another gold in the 400m freestyle pix.
In the Euros 2016 at the IPC championships,
Ollie won 5 gold: the 400m freestyle and relay,
The 200m individual medley, and with his hips,
The 100m backstroke: the boards he did array.
And he struck gold again, just as he does,
At Rio 2016, where he won the 400m freestyle:
Another gold for team GB, strong as its foes,
So that prowess at sports we do meatily tile.
He swims in the S8 category and in 2015,
He became the year’s Disabled Spokesperson,
At the Nottinghamshire Sports Awards preen.
He was born on 27 October 1995 quite a son.
Photon, poison. Photograph.
Fates and Furies, laugh.
Engrave, O my epitaph.
Chart a graph, you chaff.
Hated are the sights around!
All done poor and bad.
Holy ground, surround? Unsound.
That will make them sad.
Garbage rich and decent poor.
Rhythm, rock and roll.
Summoned, system? Are you sure?
Opinion, thy poll.
Competition? But from who?
Faces turning blue?
Hopes of you? Will these accrue?
Fondue, thy stew! Through.
Boredom. How the hours fly.
Time, you do math hard.
Lately I feel desert dry.
Fried in lard? Pulled, card.
Wisdom. Suffering, you rang?
Bite, O boomerang.
Stories told in slang? Taste, tang?
Gone out with a bang.
Clang! O prison gate, why wait?
Wasted lands, be home!
Staggered gait? I've come in late?
Wife out on the loam!
Foam in mouth, O rabid dog?
Slaver, how you burst!
Waterlog? High hog, thy slog!
Came in last and worst...
Where awareness walks wearing illusion,
Nor head is held high, nor is knowledge free,
Truth’s hardly whole and suffers division,
In such a place one looks but can’t much see.
Where illusion's a default alt of world,
Where info bytes, not wisdom, weapons wield,
Truth's seldom whole, but be this or that bird,
A part looks whole that fetches no full yield,
Eternal does this twain dance in twilight,
Mind seems muddled under here or there lore,
And sees things as black or white, wrong or right,
Truth scarce arrives, stuck on a far off shore.
Rejoice that world has photon’s better bet,
That lives a whole life yon of this or that.
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Science tells us: Photon can be present at two places at the same time. It has incredible awareness to mutate from a wave (or energy) to particle (matter), a quantum mystery! But human mind suffers from this-or-that paradigm: wave or particle, day or night…, a puzzle incomprehensible when complete! Computer accepts 0 or 1. Human mind is not much better. On the other hand, holistic awareness is non-dual, the undifferentiated whole. This sonnet goes on a wonderment trip on the wings of these facts.
Sonnets | 07.05.2022 |
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