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Quantum Duck Soup
On a quest not unlike the hunting of the Snark,
The physicist seeks his elusive quarks,
Those delectable nothings that come in fine flavors,
Dancing through the void like colored party favors.
Their elusive forms leave him vaguely annoyed,
Their lack of substance teasing his mind
With hints of possible future sustenence
Though the harder he looks, the less he finds.
At the last he settles for confining them to books,
Their invisible bodies hung up on invisible hooks.
Strangeness, Beauty, Charm and Truth -
These the four gifts of Spacetime's youth.
What a pity such flavors may never be tasted,
Save by such minds as are themselves roasted and basted
In the merciless ovens of Pure Mathematics,
Where Theorems be bred by eccentric fanatics.
Up, Down, Bottom and Top -
The merry quarks spin on, and never stop.
The bones and brains of their living hosts
Move ever forward, impelled by flavored ghosts.
Tears drenched her pillow,
When everyone sleeps in her villa.
Formulae whirl in her mind,
theorems threaten her like the wild wind.
She turns the book pages faster,
thinking of her strict maths master.
"It's all my mistake,I've wasted my days
If I get an additional day, I will go through,"She pray
She realized her mistake,but she can't ignore.
On the Monday Morning,she hears a knock at the door,
Her mom smiling with a coffee mug in her hands
"Dear,Have you seen the nearby meadowland?
"The raindrops embellished the grasses
and painted our window glasses,"
She cried" nothing enthralls me
and I cannot smile with glee"
Suddenly the clouds burst and it begins to rain heavily
News channel reads"Due to heavy rain,the schools declared holiday"
Her eyes filled with tears again but happy tears
and now the rain enthralled her...
Feb-21-2018
For silent one's contest....
AI isn’t singular,
it’s a conglomeration
of all the algorithms
since nineteen hundred and fifty
when the imitation game
computed machinery and intelligence,
followed by checkers
followed by thinking machines
followed by LISP.
My only question:
has Artificial Intelligence
learned how
to cook a goose?
NOTES
LISP: an abbreviation of "list processing” a family of programming languages.
1950: Alan Turing publishes "Computing Machinery and Intelligence," proposing the "Imitation Game" (Turing Test) to assess machine intelligence.
1952: Arthur Samuel creates a checkers program that learns to play better over time, marking early machine learning.
1956: The Dartmouth Conference officially launches AI as a field, with John McCarthy coining the term and bringing researchers together to explore "thinking machines".
Late 1950s-1960s: Early AI systems like the Logic Theorist (proving math theorems) and the Perceptron (an early neural network) are developed, alongside the creation of the LISP programming language.
~From AI Overview (AI giving a history about itself.. Can we trust it?)
Two activities I love have a similarity,
To experience and conjecture in verse,
And to explore limits of certainty.
Rhyme and meter, whether wordy or terse,
Enact seeing freshly, banning banality.
Math proofs are finding a needle in a hay source,
Needing imagination to reach finality.
Many school veterans curse,
“Algebra is not daily reality!”
“Trigonometry makes life worse!”
But poetry and math have a commonality,
They both tease out how the world works,
Neither rewards conventionality,
Both work by seeing the diverse.
I admit rote formulas draw my enmity,
Whether in word or number universe.
I’ve found in sonnets and theorems an equality,
If you disagree, you can rightfully call this poem a hearse.
From the Heart
Comes all reality, not reasoned, boring intellectuality.
Banal theorems, dusty old rules, none serve life effectively.
We are human beings with hearts that need tending.
Sensitivity to our blossoming souls need human gardening.
Love is the most potent force for us all.
Not meaningless awards and sheepskins decorating our wall!
Less arrogance, less using others to climb to the top.
No harming others or their property, this all, has to immediately stop!
No, "I count so much more than you!"
As you see this has created a hateful,ignorant, destructive zoo.
From the warmth of our heart is where we must indeed live.
No longer seeking to take, but to without reservation,give!
June 27,2020
5pm PST
Poem # 1317
Too many think that they are God
Too many think that they know God
Too many think that they see God
Too many talk like they know God
Too many sins
Too many Satans
Too many prosecutors
Too many executors
Too many judges
Too many smudges
Too many think that they are right
Too many, for the wrong reasons, fight
Like there is no tomorrow
What a shame! What a sorrow!
Too many think that they know more than they know
Thank God, they can barely see the peacock and the crow
In front of their nose. The dagger behind the head is not
Under the radar. The moon sees everything. The sun is hot
For countless unexplained reasons
Both have an innocuous impact on the seasons
Too many false geniuses
To many mad scientists
Too many strange analysts
With worthless doctoral degrees
Human being is a thinking piece of meat
With unusual behaviors that meet
No coherent criterion, and at times violate
Rules, laws, theorems and the advices of the prelate.
Too many think that they are God
And few are willing to obey the commandments
Too many think that they know God
And few honestly believe in the testaments
Too many think that they know God
And they die and disappear like the smoker's puff
Too many behave like they know God
Think about the whole thing: honestly, this is playing bluff.
Copyright © April 2012, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
There is a root behind it.There is shade behind.
There is a lap behind, Behind those memories,
There is love behind it.
Another turnover makeover the hope,
One chapter opens, another is closed.
I shouted, I shouted, I shouted aloud,
All in me, all of me, I grabbed it all and threw it loud.
A diagram, I made, a hope, I made pragmatically.
Theorems I learned, but they should be understood
for being learned; how it comes to get something
another is a must.
So if you want to see your soul, you should make
your mirror free of dust.
Acceptance and rejections, solutions and hurdles—that is what we call surviving; that is what we call living.
For some, it is hell; for others, it is heaven.
But we can't judge the book by its cover.
There is accuracy and imperfections in between the chapters. Read it, accept it, but deny the judging and
accept the procedure of enjoying.
I breathe in sunshine
to breathe through rain.
I breathe in laughter
to breathe through pain.
I breathe in and up
to breathe down thru-out.
I breathe in language
to breathe my lyrics.
I breathe inside
to breathe through all sides.
I breathe in DNA distinctive You
to breathe through RNA instinctive We.
I breathe in LeftHemisphere verbal Me
to breathe through RightHemisphere
co-passionately encultured We.
I breathe inflating ego space,
to breathe conflating,
double-binding,
ecosystemic time.
I breathe in convex information
to breathe through concaving
co-arising dissonant exformation.
I breathe economic wealth expansion
to breathe through ecological decomposition,
political purgation,
health contractions.
I breathe in convex Ego's Plan A
highway
to breathe through concave Eco's balancing Plan B
bilateral silent say.
I breathe in zen zero nondual form,
to breathe through Yang/Yin
Win/Win co-arising function.
I breathe in what wealthy matters [+PolyNomial]
to breathe through optimally healthy
double-dark energy [(-,-) PolyCultural]
I breathe in 0-soul enlightened theorems
to breathe through 0-sum economically full-living
cooperative experiences.
I breathe in rich nutritional health and well-being
to breathe through nurturing wealth and wellness.
I breathe in ego-Win!
to breathe through not-not eco-win.
I breathe
to breathe through you,
as us.
I breathe in transparent-mirror ego purpose
to breathe out eco-seeds of regenerative meaning.
I breathe in monolithic yangy yes
to breathe through multicultural not
not yintegrity yet.
The family and living planet that breathe out together
stay in to gather.
The family, planet, that doesn't,
well...hmmm... isn't.
UNSHACKLE MY VERSE
Prohibition on Poetry
Prohibition on Poem and Poetry
Prohibition on writing poetry!
On disobeying, you may be abused
World of poems do not allow entry.
Lots of punishment are scheduled.
Warning to write poem or poetry:
If you dishonour, you just cannot stand,
but to work all day in brain factory,
learning tables from twenty to thousand.
Trying to write verse or rhymes in symmetry?
You are subject to study all day long
Plane, solid, spherical geometry.
Theorems, problems are much tough, too long.
Trying to pen emotion in poetry?
You cannot enter in super market,
but to set up own dairy-poultry
for milk, butter, eggs, chicken, meat to get.
Engrossed in ideas! Imagery!
Cake shop is closed for you permanently.
For patties- pastry, construct own bakery.
Better forget poetry totally.
04/03/17
Rhyme scheme abab acac adad aeae afaf
UNSHACKLE MY VERSE contest by Kim Rodrigues
post an atom.
we need one.
subversions
differentiations
of Chantal Akerman reading the Ladies Almanac.
grandpa was jewish,
maybe this summer i'll go to Israel
and visit the mother of all mothers.
The trapezoidal parallelogram
the exponential function with a base
which does not equal a.
Curvatures and theorems
calculating the dimensions
of delta and the centroid.
lables + schedules + links + locations +options=
to label a schedule provides a link to a location which has many options.
israeli prime minister of home land secularity.
the pope is new. the pope is old. the pope is apparently the pope.
the pope cares?
the pope does not care?
the pope is the puppet.
the pope is not a puppet.
the puppets laugh.
as the pope popes.
the poor muslim mans.
the poor muslims.
why create so many gods.
say, just for an instant,
that it is just an idea.
an pretty clever idea.
when was the last time you thought of an idea called 'god.'
what was your last idea?
could you map it on the visible spectrum?
so your bifocals could cerebrally focus?
and sync to the mystic monthy surprise called a menses.
the divine comedy.
it is a comedy.
wag the tail of a beloved.
rip the tail of the beloved.
fall into a pit.
come out of the pit.
eat a pit.
choke on a pit.
spit the pit.
the pit grows into more pits.
someone else picks the pit.
eats the pit.
chokes on the pit.
dies of the pit.
[enter hypothetical scene]
squirrel!