The question of how the eye works - that is, what happens when a photon of light first impinges on the retina - simply could not be answered at that time.
quote by Michael Behe
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Physics Of A Rose
an intelligent photon
once dropped in
for an intelligent conversation
on the head of a pin
but the photon was fooled
by the question it posed.
a....... b
are they connected?
linearly?
or is it relatively
possible
a vertical
axis is present?
the axis mundi
of consciousness?
fair questions
i felt to pose
on the physics
of a rose
poem by Doug Bentley
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Are You All Right?
They keep asking me this question
I don't know how to answer
They say it again
And I still don't have an answer
Really, what do you say to that
I could say I'm fine, but that would be a lie
I could say everything, but then they would keep asking me questions
Questions i couldn't answer
That's when I simply smile and walk away
The question that's always asked, but never answered
Are you all right?
That's for you to decide
(2-21-05)
poem by Brandi Young
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What's / Sta
what's squatted in the eye of a civis
retina blind a shadow of an iris
sta to cuci u oku civisa
retina slijepa sjena od irisa
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Curtain falls
Many words you spoke to me
The epithet, ‘a sahithyan’
Still rings in my head.
Many an appearance you granted
The one with my studs on your lobe
Still sticks to my retina.
Time and space might make me unwanted.
Fear of scandal might force you to wind up.
I learnt it from your tone today.
Curtain falls. Episode is over.
The retina will retain it.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Alive
Live or dead
It is not an easy question to be answered
Days that come to me always leave never ending question
That only time could answer
Maybe
That’s the reason of our being here
The wound in the heart
Will be buried by time
Though not forgotten
And doesn’t make us relief
But that’s what called
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The first question at that time in poetry was simply the question of honesty, of sincerity.
quote by George Oppen
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Forgetting search
Forgetting search
I answered
The question present
That is unanswered.
A hint of answer
Question sidetrack
People fled away
Not knowing
What is question
And what is answer.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Did You Ever Question Why?
Do you have a purpose in life, amidst the struggles and the strife?
A purpose that will forever endure, in the work of Christ our Lord.
Do you have an ultimate end, which you are striving for my friend?
Things on earth will cease to be, with the ultimate end in Eternity.
Friend, did you ever question why; we are born to just simply die?
From your very initial breath, you live to one day anticipate death.
Is it not simply natural for us, to live and to die and return to dust?
But being created like The Son, when we die The Lord isn’t done.
Just where did all life originate, could it simply be one big mistake?
Life is such an awesome design, much too grand to evolve in time.
Just when did it all come to be, and is there a place called eternity?
A place without beginning friend, and one that simply has no end.
Why would anyone truly believe, in a place they can not conceive?
For no one can truly conceive, what God has for those who believe.
Is there something to this hope, that supplies men power to cope?
To cope with all the struggles in life, in the power of Jesus Christ.
Friend, did you ever want to know, when you die where do you go?
Heaven and Hell are truly real, eternally my friend, it’s a done deal.
Still ahead there is an eternity, a timeless place where all shall be.
All questions you have today, will be answered in a permanent way.
Question now your eternal state, it’s not chance or the finger of fate.
So would you on this day believe, and in your heart by faith receive,
As Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, and He will grant you Eternal Life.
Then questions will cease to be, as you enter with Him into Eternity.
(Copyright ©10/2005)
Differentiated Disappear, Undifferentiated no felt!
Oh, that small spring of love,
When started to flow,
Met other streams on the way,
now is a vast river, and about to reach the ocean!
And that ocean of wine,
I learnt to drink and live like a fish in ocean of divine,
One who hasn't tasted it,
how can understand,
How I learned to live and die,
Intoxicated by that love and knowledge,
I saw only light!
And that a ray of light,
With love and hope,
When radiated out of my heart,
Got reflected, refracted,
Dispersed and travelled in space,
Long and wide in this universe,
Sometimes absorbed,
Sometimes became monochromatic laser,
Now able to pierce through obstacles,
Went deep into space!
Alas! At the edge of universe I was as a photon,
Beyond which I can't go,
I became old, lost energy,
Died their as a photon!
Ah! I was far away from all,
Who else can know that I died?
Only I knew it,
and
Ah! I knew that I died!
No one to sigh, no one to cry,
I was now enjoying universe as whole,
Undifferentiated and look like an apple,
I differentiated all, I felt all,
And I am the light,
Who felt pain,
Trapped in stars and blackhole,
and when I die in myself,
Then only I feel I am whole!
Differentiated world disappear,
Undifferentiated is not felt!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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I think the sea has thrown itself upon me and been answered, at least in part, and I believe I am a little changed - not essentially, but changed and transubstantiated as anyone is who has asked a question and been answered.
quote by Hart Crane
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A Poem Waits In Me
A POEM WAITS IN ME
A poem waits in me
I feel it
I slowly let it come
It does not say what it will be yet
It is a kind of small mystery
A question soon answered
A poem is being written through me
I let it come
It makes believe it knows it is real
And I am simply its passive dictation- taking vehicle.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Reflex
The Reflex
The Reflex
The Reflex
You've gone too far this time
And I'm dancing on the valantine
I tell you somebody's fooling around
With my chances on the danger line
I'll cross that bridge when I find it
Antother day
To make my stand
High time is no time for deciding
If I should find a helping hand
Why don't you use it ?
Try not to bruise it ?
Buy time don't loose it
Why don't you use it ?
Try not to bruise it ?
Buy time don't loose it
The reflex is a lonley child
Who's waiting by the park
The reflex is a door to finding
Treasure in the dark
And watching over lucky clover
Isn't that bizare
Everylittle thing the reflex does
Must be answered with a question mark
I'm on a ride and I want to get off
But they won't slow down the round-about
I sold the radio and T.V. set
Don't want to be around when this gets out
Why don't you use it ?
The reflex is a lonley child
Who's waiting by the park
The reflex is a door to finding
Treasure in the dark
And watching over lucky clover
Isn't that bizare
Everylittle thing the reflex does
Must be answered with a question mark
Why don't you use it ?
Try not to bruise it ?
Buy time don't loose it
The reflex is a lonley child
Who's waiting by the park
The reflex is a door to finding
Treasure in the dark
And watching over lucky clover
Isn't that bizare
Everylittle thing the reflex does
Must be answered with a question mark
song performed by by Duran Duran
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The argument for intelligent design basically depends on saying, 'You haven't answered every question with evolution,'... Well, guess what? Science can't answer every question.
quote by Kenneth Miller
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Tick Tick Tick....!
Tick Tick Tick Tick,
Clock Ticks,
Lub dub Lub Dub heart beats,
Cycle of inhaling and exhaling
makes breath,
Pulses from unknown center has own lifetime,
keeps time for us, clock that set in
every cell schedules its life and
birth! Life is light trapped in atom,
excited electron has to fall back,
Just like life raises up and falls
back,
rhythm, wavelength and
frequency decide energy of light, local time may not match with
clock in other region,
Light travels covering space
does truly decide time?
You are the medium where light
is slowest, faster it is in different medium
and plane, Before the internal clock stops,
Sending warning alarm,
Alarm thyself, you are here not
only to know,
But also to the wish of the one
beyond light and clock, who can fix clock even in a light
photon,
can fix clock in everything,
Arise and awake before chime of
alarm,
No snooze is there in your clock, Never get yourself lost in
yawning,
No one can stay here.
when time is up!
Namaste and thank you all before
my clock ticks and buzz to say
time is up!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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I came here as a practical man, to talk, not simply on the question of peace and war, but to treat another question which is of hardly less importance - the enormous and burdensome standing armaments which it is the practice of modern Governments to sustain in time of peace.
quote by Richard Cobden
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The Climate
The climate we spring from is hot,
So hot and heavy, in a live manner such a lot.
Eruptions meander in our minds with fighting balloons,
These works of man, and all the baboons.
Mountains cried from heavy damage
As the lava has spread too much abusage.
It rebounds from the mirror like a photon
That seeks a target of anxiety like dawn.
We are following laws of weight, hardened by time
As the laws that hurt in fury and anger, the real climb.
A claim is committed of a real man,
He is hating the hot and warmth as he can.
poem by Naveed Akram
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You Haven't Answered My Question
Am I a racist?
Do I have the ability to hire,
Fire or control any aspect of your life?
With a determining of your economic future?
'Well...
No.
Of course not.
But that still doesn't answer my question.
You haven't answered my question.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Reflex
(words and music duran duran)
You gone too far this time
But Im dancing on the valentine
I tell you somebodys fooling around -
With my chances on the dangerline
Ill cross that bridge when I find it
Another day to make my stand, oh..
High time is no time for deciding
If I should find a helping hand, oh..
So why dont you use it
Try not to bruse it
Buy time dont lose it
(chorus)
The reflex is an only child, hes waiting in the park
The reflex is in charge of finding treasure in the dark
And watching over lucky clover isnt that bizarre
Every little thing the reflex does leaves you answered with a
Question mark
Im on a ride and I want to get off
But they wont slow down the roundabout
I sold the renoir and the tv set
Dont want to be around when this gets out
(chorus) (chorus)
The reflex is an only child, hes waiting by the park
The reflex is in charge of finding treasure in the dark
And watching over lucky clover isnt that bizarre
Every little thing the reflex does is an answer with a
Question mark
(chorus) (chorus)
The reflex is an only child, hes waiting by the park
The reflex is in charge of finding treasure in the dark
And watching over lucky clover isnt that bizarre
Every little thing the reflex does leaves me answered with a
Question mark
Oh, the reflex what a game hes hiding all the cards
The reflex is in charge of finding treasure in the dark
And watching over lucky clover isnt that bizarre
Every little thing the reflex does leaves you answered with a
Question mark
song performed by by Duran Duran
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Dear Moon Why Are We So Gray?
the skys are black tonight and theres a blue moon above my head
the sky seems sad tonight and now the moon is bleeding red
i look up to the sky
i feel so small
asking it for the answers
but all it ever gives me is silence-all you ever give me is silence
i ask you dear moon 'what's wrong with me y are all my colors gray? '
but u dear moon never answered my question
as the light began transforming night into day
i said 'dear moon why must you be this way? '
and finally you answered much to my delight
u sent a shooting star to chase away the night
and moon u did answer
from your pearch high in the sky
you said to me dearest moon 'i am you and you are i'
so i said 'well y so quite moon? '
and she said 'well y so quite girl? '
and then i had my answer.
everything looks gray in the stars light and you my Love will always be my star.
Goals.....
it is not a question anymore
of whether i am in or out
or whether i am acceptable
or disgusting
it is the passion that works now
automated,
it does not consider anything
outside itself
it is burning to eternity
it lights
and whatever darkness is there
it disappears
and those who had seen what is happening
within
and of course no one really bothers
simply considers it as
a form of routine
something that must be discarded because it can be the source
of envy
as
imagine, this, as other lights face
and die
as the darkness of their hearts win
you continue to shine
glossy in the universe
like a new born galaxy
whirling faster away from them
who until now
cannot understand or
simply refuse to because they do not have it
there is no inkling
nothing to speak
out there new stars come out
exploding
ordinary men continue
to tarry on what is not important
like building a house for their future
when it is not there yet
where is it? it is here
that is the perfect hint so far.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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