In quantum whispers, atoms dance and gleam,
While constellations weave their cosmic dream.
Each particle spins tales of time untold,
As nebulas birth secrets manifold.
Manifold equations paint the sky,
Untold dimensions where our futures lie.
Dream fractals bloom in dark matter's space,
Gleam echoes fade in gravity's embrace,
Through endless void, their symphony plays on.
Wandering Particles,
Wandering in amazement,
At everything I see.
Nature, She holds such beauty,
Even the bark of the tree,
Are the same particles in you and me.
They go on living and breathing,
Always giving and receiving,
Outstretched arms reaching,
Slowly growing to the sky.
As the sun rays are beaming,
The green canopy,
Absorbing the energy.
Each leaf holds a meaning,
Holding dew of the morning.
Homes for the birds swarming.
The sturdy limbs resembling veins,
Holding it's lifeblood within,
Dancing with the winds.
Such a sweet melody,
As the birds chime timely.
Beginning a symphony,
Carrying a sweet epiphany,
Life in all its complexity.
Is a perfect balance,
Unobstructed and free.
Living in harmony,
Like the particles in me.
Keeping me healthy,
In love at peace.
Feel the wonders of nature,
You can sense the release,
let your mind feel at ease,
As you wander,
With me,
Aimlessly,
Into possibility.
I am MY TRUE SELF GOD PARTICLES- ENERGY
I was in my true self
Energy
Compiled, compacted amazingly
power composed of God particles
Energy
just such as Him
power composed of God particles
self power composed of God particles
just such as Him
Compiled, compacted amazingly
self power composed of God particles
I was in my true self power composed of God particles
3/3/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2023
without the insignificant ~ there'd never be a significance
without the insubstantial ~ there'd never be anything of substance
without you me and our puny atoms ~ this cosmos would not be whole
By
David Kavanagh
According to Scientific American
There are the same number of atoms in the
observable universe as there always have been!
Do the math, you are part of
the sum that makes eternity!
You always have been and
always will be!
Where it all came from
#your answer is as good as mine#
A nasty cold drizzle settles in soon after dark
Turning our street into a dazzling streak,
Sparkling like diamonds under a neon spark
Now the temperature is dropping, as I speak.
Turning our street into a dazzling streak
Of mica reflections, soon tiny particles of ice,
Now the temperature is dropping, as I speak
Only those who love winter will think it nice.
Of mica reflections, soon tiny particles of ice
Will turn the pavement into sheets of glass
Only those who love winter will think it nice,
I utter a prayer that this, too, will quickly pass.
Will turn the pavement into sheets of glass
Sometime during the early morning hours,
I utter a prayer that this, too, will quickly pass
As my normal happy-go-lucky disposition sours.
Sometime during the early morning hours
Sparkling like diamonds under a neon spark
As my normal happy-go-lucky disposition sours
A nasty cold drizzle settles in soon after dark.
Written October 26, 2022
The universe is a mercurial cloud.
Against its overbearing chaos,
I have only my words.
They are never solutions,
Only questions.
Always selective in their attention.
Always filters screening out
The subatomic assault.
I have only my words.
I scroll through cable channels.
I download all the apps.
How do I ponder a musical chord?
How do I arrange an ordered thought?
The social order is our agreement,
Our consensus on what exists.
Old and worn, with its weathered graying wood
The old barn whispered softly to my heart
Reminding me light poured through as it should
Dust particles, graceful, dancing like art
Silent as dawn with sunshine rays to start
The feeling grew within, warm on the soul
Breathing music in notes, hope to console
Like a flame of vibrant hues, pure splendor
Passions swaying, a waltz you can’t control
Emotions stirred, sighs - blushes so tender
D Forms - Dizain- Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
February 2, 2022
Chosen word for theme is DUST
Small particles of dust leisurely float in the rays,
[Bright sunshine glancing through a curtained windowpane]
Settle gently to the floor, their origins hard to explain,
We ponder the beginning and the ending of our days.
Our lives slowly drift homeward like those particles of dust,
Leaving behind lingering memories of discarded stuff,
Telling us to give them up; surely, surely enough is enough.
Time passing, our treasures become orange-stained, like rust.
A sudden loud knock at the door--a grandchild breezes in
Bright, lovely, and excited with invigorating cheer;
Renews our feeling we had a fine reason to be here,
And wondering what it would be like to start all over again.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
March 7, 2021
Brian Strand's "All Yours"
March 27, 2021
particles collide
in light streams-
digital download
cobwebs glisten
across time and space
a narrative already written
come to me now
realign your bountiful grace
you always were
you will always be
light particles shimmering
as life herself seen
illusions seemingly real
holographic projections
one part of the whole
who’s looking now?
PERSONALITY PARTICLES
Self defined by confusion and chaos
So creativity can compass my way
I induce my world to shrink so small
So imagination can swell the day
I ponder and angle my perception
Like a hawk on a slippery wire
I crawl inside my acute attitudes
For saucy seams of dusty desire
I scour my domain for nomad notions
And for heartless people of appeal
I undress their insecurity of being
While rendering their lives surreal
I particle their personalities
And undermine each idle insight
I dissect their screaming demons
To thrill my reader’s delight
you and me two particles
quantum entangled
a parsec apart
Particles borne
from the entropic; the eventual.
The inevitable death
brings life.
Annihilation is not death,
death rides a continuum.
A wave always knows it is the water,
it rises and then ceases; continuation.
The loss of life can be
such pain, such tragedy.
But it does not have to be,
If one thinks of energy.
Particles
pieces of you, whom I love.
I can't call a particle when I miss you.
Shall we ever meet again?
Particles
Pieces of me, you took with you.
When you left too soon.
My father, my friend.
Lover,
I feel you deeply within my heart.
My particles of life stream out of me
And rage against the dying of the light.
I shall never leave your side
until the end of my life.
We can share our grief and joy,
As husband and wife.
Particles.
Bound by growth, death, love and pain.
Bound by truth, never to falter again.
For Jesse.
DANCE OF THE PARTICLES
In their Quark mass attributes
and their lofty Spin pursuits,
Comes the new Cute particles
with their Charmed quarked articles.
Will they be Strange in a life that's long?
Is Truth and Beauty their new song?
Are they a Charm or is that wrong?
What can you show us by Hadron?
What's the recipe or math
In this CERN Collider bath?
One Beauty, one Strange, and one Down quark,
that weigh, align, and spin, and spark.
Six times more Massive than any Protons,
is the new weight for two new Baryons;
the building blocks of all known things,
planets, people, and machines.
New Baryons short lived, break into smaller pieces,
in this dance that never ceases.
Little bits we never see,
now described as quarks b, s, and d.
Their secret math showed their existence.
All known tests put up resistance.
Then the Hadron pushed them near
and showed new Baryons crystal clear.
Edlynn Nau
If I were an angel with angel power,
I'd sweep through heaven this very hour.
I'd tap each soul and quickly bring
their songs to earth within my wings.
I'd collect their joy in one giant gust
and sprinkle it out like fairy dust,
on all who wait and long for a glance
of their beloved in rapturous stance.
But if by chance it blew awry,
I'd gather clouds from a sunlit sky,
then swiftly send a caressing wind
and wrap them in love that has no end.
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