Long Thermodynamics Poems
Long Thermodynamics Poems. Below are the most popular long Thermodynamics by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Thermodynamics poems by poem length and keyword.
To dip our pails in the waters of Life
and reach the stars of heaven in our reason
and slide around the Lunar light
with the galaxy known within our season
To ride the universe and it’s rifts
to understand particles in microverse
and soar in mind to celestial lifts
wherein science proves it’s worth
To understand the dynamics of law
to probe the fields of creation
held within the cosmic maw
within truth and imagination
Protons, muons , neutrinos and quarks
vision to see beyond our soul
with their action conception sparks
the stuff of nature mind does probe
the second law of thermodynamics it’s fascination
unified field theory and relativity
prove the clause of universal creation
demonstrates truth in all we see
the mind seeks truth in all it’s fields
the phenomena of existence and time
til consciousness and knowledge reveals
and Intangics exist within our mind
The fields of theory are delicious
the ceaseless seeking the Son sublime
when it substantiates all our wishes
prove that truth is a precious find
Yeah no biblical source for this only 8yrs of Science
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Thermodynamics
First Law: Energy cannot be created or destroyed, only transformed or transferred (conservation of energy).
Second Law: Entropy, a measure of disorder, always increases in a closed system.
Third Law: As the temperature of a system approaches absolute zero, the entropy of the system approaches a constant minimum.
The wheels of chaotic times churn
the swirling sands in the desert of entropy,
settling on the stratified structure
of the disorganized dunes of desolate life.
In moments of awareness innately sequestered,
drifting the dispersed dust of disarray in confined perturbation,
the truth of trustful conviction oscillates
on the ruffled ripples of disorder.
In the bewildered efflux of the currents of errant confusion,
everything changes disheveled,
except for the momentum of conversion.
The mystifying alchemic power of metamorphosis,
manifest in the encompassing mind,
reveals the real expression
of the perplexing psychic transformation.
In the disorderly squall of divesting dismay
the closed mind is disheveled into a dishabille state,
splinters the leitmotif of the embedded emotions.
The confounded cascade of consternation
carries them away to the domain of disconcert.
Yet, when the castle of sand built on the shore of yearning
tumbles down in a chaotic clutter of scattered debris,
in its disorientation the fossil flute of frozen feelings is shaped,
playing the structured tune of orderly ecstasy
for the symphony of memory.
Newton's Laws of Motion
First Law (Inertia): An object at rest stays at rest, and an object in motion stays in motion unless acted upon by an external force.
Law of Thermodynamics
Second Law: Entropy, a measure of disorder, always increases in a closed system.
I yearn to taste pine and cinnamon,
dripping from the skyline, like sunsets amidst roaring rain,
and gloaming gold before surging storms.
I am a confined mermaid, aching to kiss the rose-wine beams of your dulcet dusk ~ peering through the glass of an aquamarine aquarium,
afraid to break this lethargic prison,
comfortably paralyzed in its familiar coldness.
But would a captive heart cradle anything
beyond the friction
that homes the weight of woes and nothingness?
For between the mass of caged dreams
and the air of resistance,
I find no force of hope to reignite
the waning spark within my soul.
And I ponder: would Luna’s compass
guide a procrastinating poet to rhyme,
pulled by the gravitational prompt,
like spring tides facing the parallel phase
of the sun and moon,
engrossed in a magnetic field of mutual adoration?
Or am I to forever breathe within this motionless existence,
drowning in an abyss of aimless waves,
adrift in the ricocheting rhythm
of stagnant steel
and salt-drenched equilibrium?
As thoughts spiral in cacophonous stillness,
like a marine carousel.
I am ~
a paused silhouette;
a museless slave to timeless angst~
watching the accelerated heat of unstoppable ink~
soar above my sea of silenced sapphires,
as I remain lost in the warmth of permafrost peace,
trapped in the numbness of nirvana.
Perhaps someday, the currents within
this aquatic confinement
will pierce through the icy enclosure ~
to steer me to an oasis
where freedom flows in bluest frequencies.
As a chemical engineer I know
The streamlines of fluid flow
The laws of mass and energy
And the reactions behind chemistry
Material balances begin the journey
Accounting mass even from chimney
Energy balances complete the basic design
The feasibility is ready to sign or resign
I admire the catalyst's art
Making slow reactions go fast
I control process with care
Keeping plant safe while flare.
Heat transfer helps conserve energy
And thermodynamics improving exergy
Mass Transfer improving separation
With high quality appreciation
Distillation, Mixing, and Reactors too,
Are essential tools for all I do.
From oil and gas to food and glass
Chemical engineers make products high class
From desalination to cleaner air
I engineer solutions everywhere
Protecting people, the land, and the ocean
Through safe chemical plant operation
And last but not the least
Economics is a major beast
No matter a chemical process large or small
Behind it chemical engineers stand tall
What if science ended,
Imagination took flight.
Exploration without bounds,
Mysteries of day and night.
What if the boundaries of thought,
Were not restricted by reason.
A world where all is possible,
Unfettered by the season.
Would the poets take charge,
And guide us through the veil.
With words as their weapons,
Their visions they would unveil.
No more perpetual motion,
No more laws of thermodynamics.
Only boundless imagination,
As far as the eye can see.
The scientists would be left behind,
As poets took the lead.
Their creativity unbounded,
Their thoughts were all we need.
From the smallest atom,
To the furthest star we know.
The poets would explore them all,
With unbounded spirit and flow.
Science would no longer rule,
But its legacy would live on.
In the words of the poets,
A new age would dawn.
A world of endless possibilities,
A place where dreams come true.
Where the impossible becomes real,
And the unreal becomes true.
No more equations or logic,
Only emotions and heart.
The poets would lead us forward,
And science would play its part.
For science is the foundation,
On which imagination builds.
And the poets are the architects,
Who create with their skills.
Let us embrace this new world,
Where science and poetry unite.
Where imagination reigns supreme,
And our dreams take flight.
©THE ELO TRACK POETRY
®Otieno Elvis Gikoi
Written: January 08, 2025 for contest Sponsored by: Di11y Da11y
1. Newton's Laws of Motion:
Third Law: For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.
4. Quantum Superposition:
A particle can exist in multiple states or places simultaneously until measured.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Oliveros accordion's honeyed
drone flows over chimes
with a soft whistle buoyantly fluting
In between breathes of characters.
We loiter, extraneous,
entangled lives in a state of limbo
Dreams flicker as Schrödinger cat.
Every interaction sends a wave,
and feelings clash within~
The force of love rivalry
is restricted by intangible powers~
As we sink into quiet depths,
Entropy seeps into aged patterns. . .
Instantaneous movements fester,
and longing is frozen in clarity.
Thermodynamics set heat gain or loss,
divided by warmth yields entropy~
Word pulse changes color.
Sound travels across time and space.
Redshifted craves blur instantly.
We hunt memory cobwebs,
navigating over this light-and-dark maze,
constantly seeking the quickest path.
Dreamt corridors bend toward us,
perception distorts the fastest trip home.
All actions have consequences~
We are moved by inert forces,
as time-etched Newton laws.
Rebounding moments shape kismet.
Choices teeter on fate.
Body rhythms align with,
physics quiet concerto.
Schrödinger hoped for our serenity.
Life's diverse quantum spectrums,
each unseen wave or particle is strong,
each minute, a heart Doppler echo,
becomes clearer as entropy slows.
Each action balances the other.
What LeftBrain Yang learns about nature,
by standing apart from nature,
RightBrain Yin explores within Sacred Nature v Secularizing Pathology.
LeftBrain Yang
sells us Win-Lose choice
of therapy restoring peace, someday,
or retributive traumatic self-righteous justice,
sufficient for today.
RightBrain Yin
would offer ego/ecotherapy within,
with sacred natural-spiritual
nondual Yang-Yin primal relationship.
Yin darkly offers this deeper sacred ecological gift
of cognitive-affective dissonance,
anti-enthymematic noise,
resistance,
depressing witness,
Yin lightly invites divine co-presence,
basic attendance,
noticing Win-Lose of YangLeft
against YinRight crises
As also Win-Win LeftEgo
within RightEco
sacred Gaian opportunities
for restoring cooperative
bilateral balancing
health-therapy
Rather than Yang's dominating habit
of dismissing,
undervaluing Yin's matriarchal WisdomCircles
seeking com[passionate]
poly[culturing]
natural-spiritual outcomes.
Our political economies of choice
toward Win-Win cooperative light
or competitive Win-Lose,
not quite so bright, defaults,
preferences,
instincts,
choices,
proclivities
invite restorative therapies
of RightBrain's Sacred Tao-ecology
With ThreePoint Trinitarian thermodynamics
dipolar appositional vectors,
nomials,
variables,
dialectal structures,
morphology,
ethology,
cosmology,
revolutionary transubstantiation,
wu-wei dipolarity,
positive psychology,
biology,
sacred ecology
of Win-Win bilaterally humane-divine
ego-eco
Left-Right
DNA-RNA ecopolitical solidarity
Fractal holonic 4D RealTime relationships,
double-binding
within full-color and sound
scaled spectral octaves
Singing and dancing together
but not merely toward or for poor victim sinner Others,
and certainly no longer degenerating away from
restoring co-redemptive Others,
but Win-Win singing PermaCulturing NatureSpirit Operas,
already at bicameral hand
and foot
and mindbodies
within bilateral Earth-consciousness
Teaching and learning
speaking and hearing
giving and receiving
deep sacred healthy-wealth,
compassionate nurturing ecology.
Intoned and on automatic –
almost entirely dialed…
then ordered into sudden
silence.
Inaudible sigh.
Quietly, I rest – for now.
I’ll use the downtime to build up my strength.
Stubborn, how I resent
being put down and willfully ignored.
(Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!)
Immobile: yet how moving?
A little manipulator
evoking the first law of thermodynamics
(it’s true, even in love)
in my application, to get to work:
“Your emotions aren’t going to evaporate,
you know. Just make the call.”
I love bearing witness to the fight in her.
She loses it just a little every single day.
Sometimes, she throws me.
Maybe I’m astonished, but I don’t break easily.
And, I think, I will, eventually, win.
Wasted Energy
Darkness descends like a ribbon unfurling
As astronauts in space orbit the churning Earth
And observe the lit orb that is the world below.
Likened to a planet on fire in sulphurous yellow,
Though impressive to see, it is a waste of energy
To watch as photons flow at the flick of a switch
In the night when people should be sleeping.
Light pollution! Conservation is sorely lacking.
(The First Law of Thermodynamics states that energy is constant;
it is neither created nor destroyed but can be converted.)
Dams constructed flood lands to create reservoirs;
Waterfalls are shut down, and rivers diverted,
Destroying land use and animal habitat.
Fossil fuel stations and nuclear reactors are built,
Which pollute the air and swell waste dump sites
With radioactive and other toxic materials.
Fields are littered with windmills, solar panels, and mirrors
Consuming yield acreage and resources and killing birds
To generate electricity so that humans can live comfortably
In an electronic, surreal, guiltless, controlled environment.
It was another grey stone winter.
Menacing Queen Beira terrorized the countryside.
We traveled the winding cobblestone way,
the grey stone winter way.
We believed in anything to get us through the murk,
anything to overlook our disintegration.
We sought patterns, convictions, decrees within the chaos
until all our candles blew out.
We believed in believing and we thought it worked,
so it must have.
When the Queen ended her wrath, we felt the warm balm
of spring restoring our faith in life and order
but the second law of thermodynamics was not reversible.
Our animated order of life expended more energy,
By delaying decay we paradoxically tended toward it,
Like snakes, we shed our skins,
transforming, reforming until death.
The impressions lingering from our consciousness
seek new venues,
we know not the dimensions of these new spectral landscapes.
Not created, not destroyed, our energy transcends
only by the menacing queen.