A fact and a fallacy,
Our observable reality.
A space shared by so many,
Exploring and forming its identity.
Through thoughts from you and me,
Comparing, preparing collectively.
Inner worlds act reflectively,
Creating what you see.
Acting as the entity,
Carrying you to me.
To my destiny,
To the rest of me.
The best of me,
Who I truly see.
A symphony to the Galaxy,
One entity separately.
All creating energy,
Finding balance in harmony.
Disarming negativity,
With heightened sensitivity.
We start shifting collectively,
Perceptively.
Our Perspective equally,
On being the change We wish to see.
Living respectively,
Spreading positivity.
Reflecting a reality you wish to see,
Without labels or scarcity.
A fact and a fallacy,
Our observable reality.
A space shared by so many,
Exploring and forming its identity.
Through thoughts from you and me,
Comparing, preparing collectively.
Inner worlds act reflectively,
Creating what you see.
Acting as the entity,
Carrying you to me.
To my destiny,
To the rest of me.
The best of me,
Who I truly see.
A symphony to the Galaxy,
One entity separately.
All creating energy,
Finding balance in harmony.
Disarming negativity,
With heightened sensitivity.
We start shifting collectively,
Perceptively.
Our Perspective equally,
On being the change We wish to see.
Living respectively,
Spreading positivity.
Reflecting a reality you wish to see,
Without labels or scarcity.
Observable fire flashes
Oceanic at times
Opaque reflective flair
Ocher pigments inside
Openhandedly gave
Opulent fashioned ring
Offering it with heart
October takes us from autumn to winter
One should do offering observable oblation
Obtaining kind treatment and hand to people
Obviating greed negative demeanor or offensive
Obviously it is the right path and good ways
One-way time goes on no return to past
Often many people waste their time
A flock of starling's lands on the rich
worm riddled earth,
except one.
One starling stayed behind,
in a tree on its own.
I’ve read that flock behavior is predictable.
Aerobatic murmuration's
are common knowledge.
Starlings are not loners.
Knowledge helps us put the
observable and the known,
into the right mind-boxes.
Though, if you watch starlings long enough,
they will perch, hop, or feed separately,
just doing their own thing,
and they don’t read.
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!
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.
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#
It’s so important to practice what you preach
Although you might not realize you are at fault,
Self-examination appears to be beyond your reach.
Hypocrites are notoriously taken for a grain of salt
Seeing in others what you cannot see in yourself,
Although you might not realize you are at fault.
Take your Holy Bible down from its topmost shelf
Study the Sermon on the Mount and the Golden Rule
Seeing in others what you cannot see in yourself.
Being two-faced leaves you open to abject ridicule
Folks won’t give to your soliloquies much respect
Study the Sermon on the Mount and the Golden Rule.
Being double-tongued folks will have come to expect
Your words do not match your observable behavior,
Folks won’t give to your soliloquies much respect.
Please don’t try to manipulate by quoting the Savior
It’s so important to practice what you preach,
Your words do not match your observable behavior
Self-examination appears to be beyond your reach.
Written June 23, 2022
Based on observable
And well-documented evidence,
War is nothing but the deliberate
And systematic erasure of human life,
With the purpose of achieving
Some political goal.
In quantifying the variables
That factor into the equation,
There is not, so much,
A calculus of war,
As there is a basic arithmetic,
And it is computed
With the rubber end of a pencil.
In a war of attrition,
God is on the side
Of the big erasers.
Now faith is being sure of what we hope for
and certain of what we do not see.
Hebrews 11:6
NO EXPLANATION
strips of beef in bowl
observable upon departure
from a family dinner
return to the scene
leftovers had disappeared
zip..zap..gone
no explanation
except if you believe
the dog ate it
12/23/2021
The poet's hands are tied by written words,
inking emotions in-between the lines.
Nature's creatures, like butterflies and birds,
oft get reduced to colors and outlines
only observable from the sidelines.
Poets induce feelings through abstract thoughts
trusting the reader to connect the dots,
but struggle to transcribe a smile or frown,
for the weight of fledgling words, holds them down.
Feelings untethered from reality
can cause a communications breakdown,
when a poet pens sensuality.
(Dizain)
6/08/2021
The Poet's Hands Are Tied Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Throughout history, our nature seeks answers
To the elusive, and then to define.
Foraging for roots that are fundamental,
To their infancy and our bottom line.
Looking back with relative importance, the
Infinite wisdom found it interwoven with space.
As our efforts then sought the miniscule,
With nanoseconds and Plancke time at the base.
Yet these descriptions are not observable,
Remaining hidden by shadows unknown.
Where innate behaviors tease of causality,
And quantum geometry that's deduced and grown.
Yet with a community of science fiction,
Their ideas seem plentiful to share.
As machines are thought to travel back and forth,
With past, present, and futures to dare.
So it seems our journey follows both science
And imagination, along this defining quest.
Such that if and when an answer is found,
The time will be right, and we can put it to rest.
On daily basis producing their hyperactive arms
For their better-offs’ less automatic alms:
On lucky charity, therefore, badly dependent,
With things not looking quite resplendent.
The word ‘Pauper’ fitting their circumstance,
Year after year, not exceeding a certain distance.
In their quest for help, increasingly instinctive
And like lawyers, by dress distinctive:
Theirs an unplanned celebration of shabbiness
With a sickening inclination to hairs of shagginess.
Beggars, though there are, who gorgeous clothes put on,
On purpose trying to win onlookers’ good opinion:
The pass-mark of character who channel their pity
To only The Sophisticated in their society.
Still beggars there are by laziness manufactured
On their physique no injuries nor the restructured
Nor, for that matter, the obvious blindness
Nor observable lameness;
Able-bodied men we shouldn’t have assisted,
Until they have persisted
With aspiring tuneful voices aiming to mesmerize us
Or comic displays such as one loves.
Beggars might remain people of lowly station
Further pitted against reduced expectation.
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
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