intense devotion
swaying with emotion
in
heightened expression
magnifying the Lord
in language transcended
rising to heaven
transformed
by the finger
of God
a thank offering
to reach
the ears of the Lord
Close up, on the smooth couth
meretricious pod, vibrantly
violating my optics violently,
even through the microscope.
Its swarthy stare is maliciously
resplendent and evoked from
parsimony.
Nature's beauty is suicidal.
pulchritude through lens,
but a spike to the neck.
Even in risk, identified ignorance is ignored.
veracity is a voodoo doll,
if you toss it out it re-emerges like
a comet
relentlessly.
the microscope aggrandize on its perilous magnificent shock.
like an arboreal boat it is shielded but
pops in agitation, adjudicating what
personality to adorn.
It feels like a placid charade,
for toxicity comes with respect
and beliefs, adherence.
just like a horse belch loyalty
and a den of destruction
her seeds swell calmly in hot dosage bean.
opulently lethal.
I see her dancing high on the bed of pleasure
through the microscope, with feets enveloped in predicament and her lips covered in crimson ichor.
A queen, so clean, a routine as green.
Close up
the microscope
shows the hidden beauty
and unique design of each grain
of sand
painted
with loving care
and consideration
as a gift from heaven to me
by God.
close up
of sand
painted
by God
Close up, under the petrologic microscope,
high-power modern optics scans
a mineral set in a thin rock chip matrix.
Viewed in the polarized light,
on the rotating microscope stage,
sunset hues sweep across the grain,
the mineral flashes fiery colors,
defined by its crystal structure.
A geologist tells me it’s a precious mineral,
hidden in its natural habitat of rock fabric.
Close up in the depth of my soul, I wonder why,
Loneliness grips me, leaving me to cry,
Partners came and partners went,
Leaving me in an empty nest, feeling spent.
Loneliness suffocates, a heavy weight,
Leaving me longing for a soul mate,
Microscope on this lingering pain, there lies a cure,
A path to healing, to love, and to endure,
Close up on pain, embrace solitude, a chance to grow,
Discover yourself, let your inner light show,
Microscope on solace in passions and dreams,
Build a life that’s vibrant, bursting at the seams.
Close up on challenges, a mountain to climb,
Microscope on resilience, enduring through time.
Examine the tears, each one a pearl,
Close up on strength, in the face of the whirl.
Close up look at a gorgeous glow
that roused a heart for blood to flow;
Fair sheets that bloomed in sweeping scope
when peeped through lens of microscope.
Vivid hue in radiant tone
whose loveliness sinks to the bone;
Purplish pink rose in gorgeous gleam
like swirling clouds on skyline seam.
Close up,
one eye is pinned against the lens
of a freshly sweat-slickened microscope,
while the other eye winks;
equal in effort of support,
they strain to penetrate
the thickened surfaces of initial green,
finally revealing a sturdy complex
of slack-lipped pores.
Each industrial stomata
gaping as a gateway for gas exchange,
guarded
by pairs of protective cells
poised
to regulate the flow of air,
one after the other.
Swoosh of greater magnification exposes
the guardians, shaped like common kidney beans,
ridges and grooves of pigments
circling around like bubbles of starch,
migratory as morning mist.
Inside this plastid factory of synthesis,
even greener dots of color fill
the organelles,
powerhouses of observable DNA machinery
relentlessly persisting,
regardless of the shifting scale
of perspective
up Close.
Close up, seeing it, it looks nothing like the object that it is.
Why does the microscope show the minuscule imperfections of objects?
I guess when things are magnified, you can see the individual disfigurements,
the atoms, molecules, bacteria, that are out of place.
But in a way, these slight quirks form originality and beauty.
In the same way that every snowflake is unique, every Leatherleaf fern
is different, even if they have the same chemical composition.
One electron out of place. One less proton. That's all it takes.
Every spike of the fern, every vein in the leaf, is the only one like it.
Close up you can see the colossal amounts of energy
it took to grow this plant from a seed
An even closer look through the microscope,
inside lies the complete genetic information
Images of texture I can almost feel
Spikes that pop up prickly come alive
I have no limits to magnification
I can see vibrant stars dead center
Elements of sunshine tan and green
Sediments of gill filaments in V-shapes
Arrows in grooves with silver linings
Natures details to resemble filigree
Mucus glowing its sickle-shaped petal lobes
Milky sap growing within, aligning
milk vines and perfect pinwheels
Nature’s own flower arrangements
Under a microscope
MAGNIFICATION
Close up, this project is now done
That’s what they said an hour ago
But it’s so strange what I see here
An alien blood cell it would appear
I wonder, who else might ever know
My research is over before it’s begun
Samples taken from what they found
The last batch today, maybe forever
At high magnification, it can be seen
This would make blood quite green
I’m just a lab assistant, not so clever
Hired after that spaceship was downed
But this microscope is state of the art
And I can see things moving I’m sure
But equipment is soon to be packed
And none will know of this, in fact
Some liquid leaked out on the floor
It’s been sloppy from the very start
There’s no-one left for me to tell
Just some guys waiting to pack up
An alien presence is here on earth
A story, and I know what it’s worth
I’ll keep this slide safe as a backup
Maybe it is a secret that I can sell
Reluctantly, I leave the microscope
The box of sample slides in my bag
They never found any of the crew
Just some odd bloodstains, it’s true
So I’ve dropped off my identity tag
They’ll never trace me now, I hope
Close up,
Beautiful golds and yellows erupt,
As I look through the microscope,
Be careful on the stope,
Don't trip, or the fools will mistake,
And betake,
It's beautiful crystal formations,
All in one station,
Packed together as one,
Glittery, golden, crystal sun,
Tricking all and pretending to be another,
I bet it wants to be more important, if it had its druthers,
Lines everywhere,
A mix of colors making me stare,
Eyes have to dart around to find the different shades of gold,
Small or big specks of yellow, so bold,
It fools everyone, making them question,
Whoever holds possession,
Look closely at its setup,
Close up.
Close up I study it.
A tiny chip of mineral,
Through my powerful microscope.
Excited to learn what I will see.
The light is poor,
The tiny chip glows.
It has an irregular pattern,
Of multi colors,
Unlike anything I have seen before.
I see colors of the rainbow,
All in an iridescent moving pattern.
It’s a play of color.
Translucence through the microscope.
I am watching an amazing lightshow,
From this tiny chip.
Like its on fire.
Colors seem to be exploding through the lens.
What a beautiful mineral this is.
Written: November 24, 2023
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Close-up screening will show the flaws.
Under microscope, watch the draws.
With fresh style—microscopy tool.
Sight blur has been fixed—law or rule.
Microscope grips when bright hue thaws.
Close-up screening will show the flaws.
Scab thinness—less than two microns
Hook the dwarf scope—to grasp ions.
A maze echo—of magic dream.
Wanning under the noiseless stream
Close-up screening will show the flaws.
Disclosure of traces—that yaws
Pathways forged by spirits with faith.
We all crave relief from the wraith.
Who blesses hearts—effects show cause
Close-up screening will show the flaws.
Close up, secrets uncovering
I find myself hovering over
a modern, optical microscope
Out of focus (coarse adjustment)
Blurred image corrected,
revealing… clear-felled trees?
Sharper detail (fine adjustment)
Microscope mesmerizing as colors burst
Scale thickness less than 0.55 micron
Small rake angle and smoothness
implies low friction coefficient
Light permanence even, shadowless—
Finest quality from Istanbul
Wish I had a roomful
close up, beneath the microscope,
faint veins design subtle roadmaps
following the paths and streets, lanes
leading over peaks, reflecting
lovely stardust, broken fragments
close up, beneath the microscope,
gentling flames in yesterday’s maze,
beyond what the microscope sees
a labyrinth much like a dream
fading, silent under the light
close up, beneath the microscope,
revealing trails who are lasting…
trails traveled by hearts who believe.
not seeing, meekly trusting Him,
who blesses souls with everlasting
close up, beneath the microscope.
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