Short Psychological Science Poems
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Fig mint
An imaginary high
Word stints
Laugh until you cry
Edged closer
All syncopathic rated
Synapse
The meaning yet debated
Although our universe seems
To be mostly wide open space,
Is it actually an entity
With a personality and face?
All golden,
All glowing,
All seeing,
All knowing.
No wonder Fred’s a bit neurotic
living in a land of robotics
Good thing the robots are fully psychotic
rendering Fred’s neuroses
~ downright patriotic
My loved ones gone
visit dreams of
cyan fields and
pixie cloud skies.
Is it a cruel trick
of the mind?
Or moments, out
of space and time;
caught in the weft
of our corduroy lives;
a small gift granted
to our past or
future selves?
Art without that touch
Poetry’s inspiration so much
Music without feeling
Science and its logic appealing
Philosophy without tragic
Mysticism and its magic
Faith without devotion
Witless jokes in proportion
Lover without willing sacrifice
Modest compassion precise
They only perceived that I was at home,
because they heard the light ... because they saw
the voices....
It the same as before:
they saw music and listened to the colors ...
But that was as "lysergic acid diethylamide"
effect of the past ...
The past has passed ... what now !?
How do they now have such a perception ...!?
The instant you are reminded that eternity is made up of these E = mc2
The damned clock
Rings in my sleeping ear
Reminding me with its shrill beats
That time factory derived chimes
Away the now distant land of Zaatari
At night fall
My heart comes alive
Creeps out of its self-imposed shell
To enter the land of Zantari
The every day waking world
But a shadow on the moon
In the land of Zantari
All is as it should be
A mere image to see
In the mechanical second
We call reality
Yang is polypathic health-strength Here,
ego-convexly witnessed,
while Yin revolves Earth's Four thermodynamic spiraling seasons,
together Zero-tempered wu-wei Sacred Now
within Earth's cooperative natured Here.
As Positive Polynomial (1)
is to dualdark (not,not) Polypathic-Polyphonic [-,-=(+,-)] fractal bilateral) 0
WinWin ReGenerative-CoOperative EcoPolitics,
TitHere for/of/with/over/under co-arising nondual TatNow.
poetry playing wild
an enchanting poem
of clinking words
of twinkling images
fiery ideas
cool dreams
fascinates awe
Enlightens
.
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a poem of own
flesh and blood spoilt
of beaten paths
replaced hearts
of deeds
deeds undone
feeds nourishment
Endarks
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Contest Name = Someone, or Something, Replaceable.
By Julia Ward
This title is inspired from her "There IS Another Jackson" (3/7/2017).
Building blocks A B and C,
detect and affect
wavelength and intensity.
To manipulate
the entire planet of man,
we need an acoustic force repeating...
repeating,
repeating,
repeating,
repeating...
Cycling in a complete
crystalline magnitude,
where the walls are so small
and the light cannot protrude.
Then one by one
we'll be dragged from the ground.
These bones may not walk on water,
yet, on magnetic waves of sound.
Rise...
The scientists of today think deeply instead of clearly. One must be sane to think clearly, but one can think deeply and be quite insane.
~ Nikola Tesla
nights are dark and long
and those who come only
to wheedle
me into eating, or drinking, or brushing my hair
coddle and coo
yet bear knife and needle
to prepare my mind to sleep and rest
no, not to rest, to forget - they come and spiel
dogmatic scientific credal
Listen to poem:
It's tough when father's head is cracked open.
Mother says, "You and I were chosen."
Secrets spill out like a spritzing soda.
My head is warm with that smoldering odor.
Tranquilized but refusing to sleep.
Father jabs the needle deep.
Her images inspire me.
Father races but cannot flee.
Mother stretches far and wide.
Wherever he is, he cannot hide.
I worship a goddess in golden slippers.
"Daddy doesn't understand ... telepathy," she whispers.
The spine of a hedgehog,
The horn of a stag,
The teeth of an eel,
The dearth of a seal.
Inside us all, the killer whale,
Searching, fishing its bale;
Settling, cradling the loser,
In a bold, deluded red blazer.
Packing the great white,
Into cheeks’ thatched might,
Squid freezes the past time,
For one more near rhyme.
Avoiding the fiery apex,
Large seals call and flex,
Because our first thought,
Is the other I bought.
Dominique Webb