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!
Categories:
postulation, life, perspective, science fiction,
Form: Free verse
we now come to the question
of ‘who am I’ posed by Ramana
for which do dwell on this postulation
beginning with this-ness of body enigma
we as individuated aspects of God Himself
ensoul this form as a material interface
which has urges of its own, lower self
ego, belief in it, our fall from grace
as such, here as reflected light
we are both the object and subject
melding head and heart births clear sight
exiting stagnation, free of desire-fear-regret
flowing thus gently like the breeze, at ease
our emptiness vibrant in blissfulness
each pulse embrace and release
one with the That oneness
27-March-2021
Categories:
postulation, muse, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
A poets duty is not to find beauty,
it’s to write whatever they want,
Rhyme is important yet not exclusive,
go wild or stay nonchalant,
Personally myself I don’t try offend,
But may rub some people up wrong,
Speak my mind in exaggerated tone,
that’s the art of bringing you along,
Like to entertain feel your mood,
capturing the moment at heart,
Make a postulation based on fact,
in an attempt to take life apart,
I want to flow, like silk on glass,
then get snagged upon a shard,
Paint a desolate picture of black,
next verse color may bombard,
Put spirit into my written words,
resurrect our past, to raise the dead,
Then pick away at your soul again,
planting seeds within one’s head,
A little controversy’s quite ok,
sprinkled with teasing caveats,
Best is bringing it all together,
crowing you with a slicing axe,
A poets duty is undefined,
borderless, relatively immaterial,
The hardest part of all for me,
is this poems own limiting criterial.
For (A poets duty) contest
Sponsored by Beth Evans
08/10/2020
No placement
Categories:
postulation, allegory, allusion, appreciation, how
Form: Rhyme
Somewhere on another world
in a far away galaxy,
Intelligent life forms built a telescope,
so powerful our planet they could see
I also built a similar contraption
then maxed out the zoom,
Now I witness these same beings
observing earth from a room
And as they zoom in closer
it’s dinosaurs they see, not me
This is no illusion,
nor does it defy relativity
I’m in their far off future
watching them observe earths distant past,
I spot a real T Rex on their monitor
Barney I nickname him, aghast!
I’m live streaming earth
via a planet no one has ever heard,
Even though the creatures I see
are 66 million years dead,
We humans have not evolved yet
for we’re light parsecs ahead
Every observable thing that has happened
embeds in photons racing through space,
All we need to unlock them is technology,
and be standing in the right place
I hope you follow my postulation
these implications are quite intense,
What good are our imaginations
without trying to make some sense.
Wow! here’s a thought about this poem
say on a planet 2000 light years away,
If by chance they observe Jerusalem
Christ son of man! what more need I say
Categories:
postulation, allegory, allusion, deep, god,
Form: Rhyme
The up bringing of a child could be very stressful and annoying
And i object to the postulation that it is regretful and boring
It is flavoured with some life changing experiences that is beyond imagination
Which can not be gotten from any earthly recreation
You can object to my observation
But my earthly experience and research has given me this hypothesis
Even if am not making a strong analysis
The earth is filled with great disgust
Should we expect more or worse
We take no action nor feel remorse
We cant't change the past
It all started so fast
We think of what the futre has in mind
Instead of correcting the mistakes we left behind
Categories:
postulation, absence, age, analogy, imagery,
Form: Sonnet
We are the visible manifestation of a much deeper design.
Like the tip of an iceberg most of what we are is out of view.
Science tells us that only four percent of what makes up the Universe is visible to us, ninety six percent is unseen and unknown.
Science calls the ninety six percent unseen, dark matter and dark energy. They call it dark because they have no clue what either is.
Like the tip of a sharks fin if viewed by the unknowing would give no hint of what's below. Our lives, rules and being are ruled by the tip we see. All that we think we know comes from the visible four percent! A deeper dive would
illuminate ultimate reality, and all that we are and know would change.
It's the blind leading the blind in the world of the visible, and, we can only see a fraction of the visible. What then, in fact, do we really know at all?
When the corporeal turns to dust, when the four percent ceases to exist the ninety six simply ruminates and corporeally manifest itself some time/place else.
This is all just postulation you see, unlike the word of others who'll tell you how things must certainly be.
Categories:
postulation, art,
Form: Prose Poetry
The theory of everything
Which even an Einstein could not divine
Remains the goal
Four fundamental forces making the universe what it is
Electromagnetism, weak interaction, strong interaction, gravity
Each with its own mediator particle that makes the force a force
Photons, W and Z Bosons, Gluons and Gravitons are their given names
All for the Graviton proven to exist
Completing their journey from postulation to theory to discovery
Only the Graviton awaits a Columbus
But herein is postulated the existence of a fifth force
More powerful, more complex than the other four
Failing, to date. to command attention in the field of physics
The powerful universal force named ....LOVE
Its mediator particle, here in, called CUPID
Difficult to discover as is the Graviton and like the Graviton it has no mass
Because it too must act instantaneously and at long distances
And has, as should be expected, a spin value of 2
Once the CUPID is discovered the theoty of everything will be complete
Categories:
postulation, science, universe,
Form: Free verse
Carols let you in on history and its interpretation,
Church thought and theological progression,
Show that people and writers have learnt the lesson,
Not to believe in god so thoroughly and to be of good reason.
We’ve learnt to move the god meme over to reside in derivation,
To human beings, to people and to their postulation,
In derivation to Jesus, as one of these people, an initiator with a motion,
Who wished for humankind that all the ill were given a kinder notion.
Christinna Georgina Rossetti in her hymn of devotion,
Equated Jesus with nature, not nature with Jesus, obviation,
Because the snow came first according to In The Bleak Midwinter composition,
And the ox and ass were enough for the lord, the baron.
She ended with Jesus requiring our all, not god or divination,
By demoting god to a lesser place, a quieter spot by a dumber meditation,
By stating that our own daily lives are relational to the son, not just a projection,
Not a false image of our personalities that we make only for god’s gratification.
Categories:
postulation, baby, birth, christian, christmas,
Form: Monorhyme
There are Sundry
justifications to love
Its blindness is a problem
to solve
Even though sacrifices
are grave
Victims relish being it
slave
For the feeling is always
enthusiasic
Indeed,there are many
reasons to love
Like the rise of emotion
to pop ballad
And the overwhelming
feeling in young love
Tho bang of sex is the
beat of today's musics
As Lie is the root of most
love trees
Yet,there's need to tango
to the beat of the day
And listen to what needs
to be heard
Love from d blue
Eve unconsciously lit
beacon for Adam to
follow
Thus, he found love
This could be for 2
reasons
The first sun in his
morning
And the return of the
kind
A postulation by an
economist
The function of love is
equal
to;TASTE,CARE,ATTRACTION,MONEY,HONESTY,
RELIGION and other
justifiable personal
ingredients
Perfect combinations are
rare in an imperfect
world
Real Combinations has
unlimited Reasons to
love
each other
My reason to love is
beyond me...I'v found
the
beacon of my EVE!!!
Categories:
postulation, absence,
Form: ABC