“These Are A Few Of Our Science-y Things”

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Sung to the tune of “A Few of My Favorite Things” from “The Sound of Music”*

 

Raindrops on bosons and atoms unwritten

Bright copper metals, an entangled mitten

Brown paper theories tied up with M strings

These are a view of our physical things.

Lab coated cronies all using their noodles

Corbels and martels and equations with doodles

Wild guesses that fly with just time on their wings

These are a few of our science-y things.

Gels in glass test tubes with blue enzyme sashes

Physicsflakes apps on iPhones and eyeglasses

Silver whitepapers above questionings

These are the glue of e-lab-orate things.

When the push pulls, when the tool stings

When we’re raving mad

We simply remember some sacred things

And then we go back to CAD**.

Songwriters: Oscar Hammerstein Lil Richard Rodgers for “The Sound of Music”

*With apologies to Oscar Hammerstein, Richard Rogers…and the von Trapp Family. And, thanks to Ethan Siegel for his blog on Medium “Starts With A Bang.”

**Computer-aided Design

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WRITING A POEM

The thought comes in. An idea. A bright image. And then, structure. “I will write it.”

Four syllables. In each sentence. These paragraphs. They are so short!

A brain program. Give words a dose. And humans too. And readers: most. We’re reading short! On Internet. On a device. On a billboard. On a Post-it. In the daytime.

The dark of night? By Kindlelight.

Words, little words! These sounds and vibes. Mean more than it. And what it is. Bold italic. Using strikethrough. Font is power! It colors you.

What would Joyce do? Shakespeare, Plato? With a keyboard. Watching a screen! Making choices. Expressing thoughts. Just one volume? Word enchantment!

Time travels words. Words travel time. How to ride them? How you use them? What does “S” say? Pack a word suitcase! Count and measure. Please sound them out. Consonants stick. Vowels leak and shout.

Fours and forces. Join uniqueness. Pay attention! Patterns demand. Each particle. Will join a wave. Meet them at shore.

Give space to word. Pen and journal? Voice recorder? Open laptop?

Threads of write time.

Times of right thread.

How does it look? How does it sound? A poem forms! Two hundred words. Well, now you know.

NOTE: This morning while reading the Medium website, I found a prompt about writing (in 200 words) an essay about a topic you’ve no time to write about. Here is the link: www.human.parts/the-human-parts-open-thread-essays-we-don-t-have-time-to-write-7002089aacd

 

ONE IOTA

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Observe a fact.

Illuminate.

The candle flame

of heart attack.

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In movement slow

old paradigm

went up as smoke

as so below.

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All small things are

forged by choices.

Please come, changes!

March your forces!

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Words in a queue…

…rhymes off meter.

One iota

Stood to meet her.

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NOTE: Photo by John Kasawa. Published on 02 March 2012.
Stock photo – Image ID: 10075002. FreeDigitalPhotos.net

What’s Going On?

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Evidently

revolution

is occurring

for solution.

Old sin-ergy

is past its tense.

New energy

is off the fence.

Gather rosebuds

like investments.

Meditations

are contentments.

We see it in

each others’ eyes–

evolution

a fine surprise!

Photo credit: Me. I attended the spring play of a neighbor who was in second grade at the time. There was standing room only as young children sangs songs of cultures who live on this planet. If I try, I can still hear them singing in my memory!

Pastectomy

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The room was tense,

and workers knew

that one was one—

who once was two.

“Take that, not those!”

they heard him shout

as books were tossed

toward her new route.

Some antique art,

a tabletop,

a mop, a broom,

an empty heart.

The great desires

in things amassed

dictated drive

to excise past.

NOTE: This poem the result of a conversation I overheard when visiting a consignment store. The photo is of an Ocotillo cactus. It was taken when I stuck the hand holding my camera”phone into the midsection of this thorny plant and focused on the sky above.

Disappearance

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Magnetism

gave you traction

as she entered

compound fraction.

When she met you

at the corner

weren’t you anti?

How’d you warn her?

O, you couldn’t!

You were blinded

by the aura

she reminded!

So what passed in

straight vibration

was just salt of

recreation.

“If a particle and an antiparticle meet, they disappear by emitting two photons or a pair of some other particles.”  ~Alexander Kusenko, a senior scientist with the Kavli Institute for the Physics and Mathematics of the Universe.

Photo credit…I took it from the passenger seat in some little town in Ohio where the corner appeared to have a magic quality. Perhaps it was the sun’s reflection or the way the cord was supplying energy to the GPS system in the iPhone, but to find magic in Ohio I’m told is rare. July, 2015

COMPANIONS, POEMS

OLD PARADIGM                           NEW PARADIGM

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                  skycut

‘Old’ and ‘New” are                         ‘New’ met with ‘Old’

as different as                                   and let the court

what I once had                               out its justice

and what he has.                             and time’s export.

Experience                                      The truth unpacked

once booked is done                        in last report

the audience                                    does honor good

felt yin yang yawn.                            and beauty sort.

It’s passed, it’s past                           Dark matter now

it’s daily gone                                     sings tones of gray

it’s weight can’t last.                           as sun of light

It’s anti — non!                                   lets fabric fray.

This poem now ends                          Pick up a thread

but not before                                     and prep a weave

this word called love                           new paradigm

gives balm to lore.                              is you. Believe.

A Glossary of New Words

Amacale (ah MA cah lee): a time when one is out walking and upon seeing a cloud that appears to be angel-like, suddenly gains awareness that everything is going to be all right.

Bthar (Buh THAR): a light state of meditation when one has the inability to open one’s eyes but to still has the lingering desire to do so.

Cattratcat (Ca TRAT cat): the desire to be understood during conversation with someone who remains on a different plane of thought.

Dych (Deh yatch): to hold inside something that needs to be said, and then to keep it in as a treasured memory to remind one of the stupidity of strength.

Ehlst (Eh LESST): when one with a non-delusional mind hears a non-existent sound and absorbs meaning from the experience.

Fmot (EFF met): an essay written (either on paper or in sand) for the sole purpose of solving an otherworldly puzzle unique to only that one person.

Gizeheh (GIZ eh eh): a welling up of emotion, rooted in sadness, but felt as one feels an oncoming sneeze.

Hyfach (HI fatch): when the idea of love feels like a tapeworm in the heart area but the feeling moves around and gets a little too close to the small capillaries in the lungs.

Ibetinta (I bet tint a): a menu of emotions that appears inside the mind upon awakening from deep sleep that one takes to the breakfast table.

Jymole (Jah mo lay): an emotion that feels like spreading butter on burned toast.

Kontotten (Kon TOT ten): the process of matching sounds to feelings to create new words.

Leabolk (LEE bolk): to read something, then to stop and combine your thoughts with the experience of the distant author–seeking unity.

Mecalthana (Me CAL than a): the attitude one must adopt when trying to communicate with all that is unseen.

Nibexit (NEE becks it): a moment, shorter in length than a nanosecond, when change is captured and used to augment personal relationships.

Ocazal (OH ca zall): when a group of inattentive strangers walks by experienced street musicians who are playing music and clapping their hands.

Pfagutalah (PIF a goo tall ah): a smell imprinted in the brain so strongly that it enters into long-term memory.

Qr (Kw REER): an object that feels like a pebble in the sock of one’s soul yet causes one to make a guttural sound in the throat.

Sylitric (Sill IT trick): the undercurrent felt when one relinquishes all of their money onto the ground and stands on it, unsure of the next sequential step.

Temboriche (Tem BOR ishe): the engagement of two people who are simultaneously trying to solve each other’s problems.

Ucupu (YOU coo poo): a prayer that time will suspend itself, please, when one is traveling through a landscape created by something other than man.

Vobsivob (vob SEE vob): when one leans into the wind, arms outstretched, desperate to be airborne.

Wyhale (Wie HALE): the act of keeping a clear path—the actual removal of imaginary obstacles by unsticking them from the mind in a calm, reasoned ritual.

Xegic (ZEG ic): the transition from being unwell to the beginning of healing.

Yokompi (Yo KOM pee): a time of bothersome things being positives (such as the noises of a vacuum cleaner) when one is trying to concentrate on writing a love letter.

Zusicrom (ZOO see krom): when something breaks, but in the brokenness one sees more beauty than before.

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NOTES:  Thank you to MV Blake (http://mvblake.com/2015/05/02/wordsinoctave/) for giving me the inspiration to find this glossary that I wrote in 2010. And thank you to Anthony Cinquepalmi, a friend, who at that time, was an undergraduate at Arizona State University (he probably is still a poet). Regarding new words and their definitions, I continue to live with the question of translating feelings and thoughts into words and their arrangement.

We human beings string sounds together–as if they were pearls–and  create jewelry of meaning day after night and night after day and wear it without much thought…until a new word bubbles up from that wonder of all wonders: Conscious Energy.

 

Heat. Hurt. Heart. Heal.

X

Violent words,

mean reactions

divide humans

and burn fractions.

X  +

The soul that hurts

with silent pain

will swirl and loop

and rise to rain.

X  + ^

Ask questions for

the answers we’ll

use to bring out

power to heal.

X + ^ ?

That hope exists

where heart is felt

opens the ways

for harm to melt.

X + ^ ? =

NOTE: The Adverse Childhood Experiences study done by Vincent J. Felitti, M.D. and Robert Anda, M.D. is something I believe to be worthy of a Nobel Prize for its impact on the potential of humans to understand suffering and healing. In my way, I know I will spend the rest of my life making this study known and working (as well as playing) to watch those who’ve experienced childhood trauma heal by addressing the wound, allowing the scab and honoring the scar while rising to live lives of more joy and happiness. http://www.acestudy.org. Thank you for reading, thank you for believing in a better world.

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A scar in the morning sun. 4-11-15.

Photo is of the scar on my right knee…sorry if it is TMVI (too much visual information).