Under A Microscope Poems - Poems about Under A Microscope

Microbes surround us too tiny to see On ocean floors fish thrive incredibly Out in the cosmos galaxies unending Past the ‘Great Beyond’ ...

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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...

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Law Of Spirit Is like a big microscope, Clear, boost, bless as hope....

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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...

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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...

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lonely amoeba playful living life alone microscope friendly showing her magic purely sweet simple parasite lovely simple celled ameba...

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Grope slopes of love doves through your palpitation periscope Sacrifice the price of neglect notoriety, preserve the verve of hope Multiply and gratify the clue and value of courtesy Divide glides, prides and slides of mock mercy. Grope slopes of love doves through your happiness horoscope Sacrifice the price of a quick kiss, preserve the nerve of...

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It could also be a return to something simple, a world of closed loops where kinks and corners weren't invented, where animals mixed and organelles slipped through each other, eating inside each other within impossible rooms of gelatin. Out here, we hold the line cold and fast. We lock and crimp sharp. The circle is only an...

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