Long Photons Poems
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Peaceful slumber engulfs my existence
my soul awakens in a tranquil silence
it floats away with waves leaving my body
a spirit astray guided by pristine breeze
that blankets my photons in a lit entropy
a silhouette I become in parallel universe
outlined by sublime molecules of supernova
I enter the black hole that leads me there
to the stagnant canopy of afar galaxies
a parched desert sleeps beneath my veil
I look for my displaced oasis of stars
I've been here in another incarnation
yet my memories hide in the dark
I touch a wall that collapses in void of
sand dunes basking in a silver impression
from a moon that never waxes or wanes
Oh! My universe at a standstill awaits
the answers I seek, the memories I keep
I listen to the silence of my soul
that reverberates a forgotten melody
A band of life shimmers from the white dwarf
sand dunes shiver beneath my shriveled feet
enchanted by a serene symphony I bridge dreams
ambrosial breeze orchestrates my tresses
meteor showers play violins in ecstasy
I watch it glide, a silhouette like me afloat
hesitant to reach my trembling shadow
the way it moves siphons away my fears
it brushes my halo with a known velvet touch
At last! You come in another universe
I've waited so long to pour my fantasies
we don't understand words nor do we need
I dip my fingers into your haloed silhouette
our shadows merge under luminescent showers
we move slowly and dance to the music
of sand dunes slipping into sandcastles
our silhouettes unite while we sleep afar
unaware of this union in a heavenly world
stars move in ripples on our drenched oasis
Then your shadow shivers and moves apart
is it time for this dream to end so soon?
The supernova strand engulfs me in a flash
Oh I wish to embrace you a little more
your silhouette nods to see me again
in another life from a yonder universe
I hear the acoustics as I enter my body
but your memories vanish in a cocoon of light
for me to find them again in another trance.
June 23, 2020
Reflection in Silence Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
~Winner: 1st Place
I waited too long
to mow my lawn
biopsy my lung
yet lived long enough, anon,
however long is long.
Whatever. It's not wrong
to count along
while busy living. Sing
and stay strong
absorb the sun's photons
and store them in your bones.
Those bones
outlast slights and spurns
are white as lightning and strong
as sticks and stones.
Inside is one's
spirit, soul, the nameless one
the one that's never known.
It has no cell phone
can't communicate or even moan.
Therefore. Why complain?
Have some fun.
Soon
I'll be undone
subterranean
my garden burned down.
So what. John Donne
died and so did Milton.
Emerson too, and Whitman.
Get over it. Vote. Love. When
the train comes in the station
whistle with it, wish on
stars with passion
or careful hesitation.
Anything's fine, within reason.
Season by season
things get done.
Algebra and calculus, Malcolm X, George Washington.
No taxation
without representation.
A gun
in every den.
People will be governed
one way or another, by a sovereign
or trusted friend. Corporation.
Men
are more disposed to suffer, while Evils are sufferable, than
to right themselves by abolishing the Evils to which they are resigned.
I'm too young
to die! I cry. My generation
cannot outrun the sun
but I want to see what happens
next, a tsunami or tornado, rain
and wind beyond our comprehension
hit in the head by speeding debris, irony
of ironies! plastic contraptions,
rotting computers and yogurt cups, pain
in the baby! Moment's
notice. None,
I notice, live long
enough to see the end. Amen. A million
years hence
human sense
has so modified and mutated among
other moons
we share one mind
and everything's remembered by everyone.
Look it up. There is no death, just perfect rest. A perfect tan
is possible, and work is fun.
I'm going there when I pass on
because souls will travel at warp speeds, using nuclear fission.
About suffering, religion
was right (and wrong) all along.
(stock up on photons while they last)!
Reduction asper daylight hours to worship
will immediately arise after
2018 North American orbital trip,
viz zits summer solstice (human primal
solar deification) riding astride spaceship
Earth, albeit 6:07 Ante Meridiem
Thursday June 21st noticeably slip
ping thru space beginning to harvest
incremental darkness as Gaia rip
pulls across wrinkle in time
daylight will undermine a loss,
and over the next month approximately jip
ping United States kinsfolk, who revere El Sol
quotidian solar rays, by one hour
and eight minutes (i.e. 4080 seconds),
thence trumpeting seriously
moonlighting re:
getting down to brass tacks business - grip
ping a markedly steadfast advancement,
whence August arrives (watch out),
cuz cutthroat prime rate (zero APR) doth clip,
and clock about two minutes per diem,
quite a substantial blip.
oftentimes not the matter of everyone's general well-being
one fifth oxygen in earth's atmosphere enables human breathing
olfactory nerves sensing chemical changes defined as smelling
retina's reaction to incoming photons results in seeing
neural oscillation means brain's involved in the process of thinking
needing proximity and caring deeply about is called loving
solicited or not, thoughts soon begin cascading and require freeing
no matter how solid, there are no words totally guaranteeing
only for rather short time are we all capable of agreeing
so many complex elements required to allow humans' being
as we adapt and grow, the DNA within our brains does a quid pro quo
within process of knowing more, the more we shall learn there is to know
tripping and stumbling on through the ages, we humans have seldom thought so
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ a celestial dancer, ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ pirouettes through ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ existence, ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ weaving prismatic tapestries ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ it paints the cosmos with hues unseen, illuminating secrets whispered ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ You, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ stand at the crossroads of reality, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ you bend the fabric of time, twisting fate into new patterns. ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ The moon, a silver coin in your palm, dances to your cosmic symphony. ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ you veil the world in twilight, casting shadows upon the land? ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ in your hands lies the alchemy of existence, ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ So command, enchantress of photons, and watch as the universe bends, yielding to your will.
Some declare:
“when the lights go out you are gone.”
I can’t help wondering where?
Energy is never gone, it transforms, persists.
Maybe what we think of as light
is wrong?
Light can blind, numb the mind,
it can be sickly, drive you crazy.
Light can inflame a maniacs brain.
True light has nothing to do with photons,
it could easily be termed a darkening
and still have the same meaning.
Light is a ‘Knowing’
without the need for knowledge,
it is beyond any concept of light and dark,
beyond thought,
religion or any spiritual path.
it’s simply knowing
how to flip the switch.
Somewhere on another world, in a far away galaxy
Aliens built a quantum-scope, our world they could see
I also built a similar contraption, and maxed out the lens
Now I witness these ETs observing earth, but in a weird tense
See, as they zoom in closer, it’s dinosaurs they view, not me!
This is no illusion, nor does it defy relativity
I’m in their far off future, watching them observe our distant past,
I spot a T Rex on their monitor, Barney I called him, for a laugh
Now I live stream earth, via a planet no one has ever heard
even though the creatures I see, are 66 million years dead
Everything observable that has ever happened
embeds in photons racing through space
All we need to unlock them, is quantum technology
in the right time, pointing to just the right place
I hope you follow my postulation, the implications seem insane
But what good is science fiction, without stretching out our brains
Goddamn! here’s a thought, about this poem
Say on a planet, merely 2000 light years away
If by chance they’re observing Jerusalem
Christ son of man, we could yet live stream today!
Cupid’s adept at quantum entanglement
his arrow has no shaft instead a crafty wave
two spinning end curves, not a singular head
as this emissary sends signal to maid and knave
vibrations ripple with superposition stead
like bottle-nosed dolphin smoothly outdelivers
bashful receivers twist, twirl, dare not quiver
electric intention across time-space weave
this is no unruly Robin Hood fighting heave
Divine alignment chooses magnetic maiden
portal opens precious pearly coded probability
universe responds with willing golden spirals
precise molecules looking like slippery chirals
rascal but knows ardent alchemical compatibility
mercurial mirror reflects duo’s ample agilities
turquoise light refracting lifts forgotten bond
sacred it slept inside musical harp softly fond
pirouetting progresses path matching persons
particles becoming prime entangled photons
picking out their aspects is a spooky action
wave emits fractal triangle as realisation hits
atomic Love cannot but flamenco follow flits
heart harmonic orchestrates beloved true
when triangle aims this is the cue !
________________
*triangle in this context : God/masculine/feminine
Beyond an overcast lazuline sky
a night of waning moon sets ember dark.
As a silent candle of molten hope burns
an ashen landscape in sudden flares up
plummeting a trail from heaven to earth.
Streaks of photons scattered in brilliance
lumineers in blaze...
Are they shooting stars?
I had never seen them before.
Eyes blinded in the frazzle of luster.
Shouldn't I make a wish upon?
But alas! In the blink of an eye it was gone.
For a second, my midnight turned dawn.
Then like your passion, the moment disappeared
fading away in perpetual veil of darkness.
But a burning star still revolved around you
in an orbit afar, unerased thoughts in track.
A pensive soul in a meteor shower turned ash
forever sheathed in your radiant flashback.
Dated 18th August 2019
Sponsor Nayda Ivette Negron
Contest Name Shooting Stars
Next to my son's anger
plate tectonics are nothing
to me. His unhappiness
was caused by me.
His purpose and mine
is to catch photons and
store them in our bones.
Time measures change
which continues without
self-doubt. There is no self.
Therefore, why care about
my son's anger
or my guilt?
Why do we have imaginary
numbers anyway?
The imaginary i allows us
to find solutions to many equations
that do not have real number solutions.
It is actually common for equations
to be unsolvable in one number system
but solvable in another:
—with only the counting numbers, we can’t solve x+8=1; we need the
integers for this!
—with only the integers, we can’t solve 3x-1=0; we need the rational
numbers for this!
—with only the rational numbers, we can’t solve x2=2; enter the
irrational numbers!
—and with only the real numbers, we can’t solve x2= -1;
we need the imaginary numbers for this!
Is it possible as Deutsch
suggests that the changes
a self-aware organism can
applying the scientific method
instantiate are innumerable
compared to those of the sun or any big bang?
Therefore, one must care
about the harm you've done
or the good you'd do.
"Death initiates a complex process by which the human body gradually
reverts to dust
but minerals may fill the cracks and voids, bonding the hydroxyapatite
and allowing the bones to join . . ."
in the happy tectonics
of the earth's plates.