Flight of Fancy
A mood evolves that's quietly disruptive,
a phantom in periphery of sight.
Innocuous and pleasantly inductive,
before a sudden unexpected bite.
An undefined and tantalizing call,
an ache that fits as closely as a glove;
This universe's strongest force of all,
is carried by compelling waves of gluons.
The gluons bind the quarks inside the protons;
although quarks's spelt like lark, it rhymes with hawk.
More Herculean than the puny photons,
if photons coo like doves, then gluons squawk.
The strong force smashes other three to smidgens,
like goshawks mash cute doves and larks and pigeons.
poem by Diane Hine
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Entanglement
A stream of photons hits a sheet of glass;
no reason some reflect while most go through.
A certain depth allows them all to pass;
the ones that go before must give a clue.
The photons harmonize, their gift is art.
They love to spread as waves and keep in touch.
Send two entangled photons far apart,
if one is read, the other knows as much.
Yet no communication goes between,
for nothing can exceed the speed of light.
And why do random photons trampoline
from glass, while random others last the flight?
Though Einstein thought that God does not throw dice,
seems Lucifer took contrary advice.
poem by Diane Hine
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Quarks
They're fundamental particles
Described in complex articles.
They have six flavors which is strange;
They form a hadron when arranged.
The ups and downs are very light,
But stable and a common sight
Could we observe them, for we're blind
To quarks, which are, colour confined.
The others are the strange and charmed,
(in writing this no quarks were harmed)
And top and bottom are the last
With these four changing very fast
To ups and downs by their decays,
For they were made by cosmic rays.
They have two charges, mass and spin,
And there is broad agreement in
Each published scientific source
That every quark feels every force;
And for each quark an anti mate,
So if they meet what is our fate?
If we are just a cloud of quarks
Could we end in a shower of sparks?
poem by Dennis N. O'Brien
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Photon Revelation
Photons are the highest form of light
Emitted from above and from within
Time nears, when souls shall ignite
After photons illuminate man's sins
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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The Riddle of Cosmos
The Riddle of Cosmos
The singularity of the Universe—
the Bing Bang rang
ten thousand million years ago—
was the theory propounded—So
the scientists in unison sang.
They set themselves to find
the important property that did bind
all matter to confer its mass, size and shape.
The riddle of the cosmos to solve
the physicists did evolve
"The Standard Model" of Particle Physics.
Fundamental particles twelve
of this theory
and fundamental forces four
save gravity
govern the dynamics
of the Universe.
In an invisible ubiquitous field
through the entire Universe' energy field
permeated an influence called Higgs field.
In Particle Physics
with his work on quantum mechanics
in the Universe' over-all dynamics
our Indian scientist " Bose" is seen
having worked with the famous Einstien
to have brought out the statistics, ‘Bose-Einstien'.
This earned the name ‘Boson'
for a sub-atomic particle
for a force carrying article.
By the English physicist Higgs
it was postulated
in the accepted "Standard Model of Physics"
that a missing piece existed.
In the jig-saw puzzle
called the Universe
the missing piece
was the particle ‘Higgs Boson'
now dubbed the ‘God Particle'—
since ‘tis everywhere and powerful
yet so hard to find and full!
The European Organization
For Nuclear Research (CERN)
took upon itself to learn
and detect the elusive particle.
(LHC) The Large Hadron Collidor
in the tunnels at a depth
of One hundred and seventy five metres
was built a looped pipe,
for a length of twenty seven kilometers
below the Swiss-French border.
‘Tis the world's biggest Physics machine
where research stations numerous sheen
are stationed underground
where thousands of scientists are bound
working all through day and night.
For this gargantuan experiment
USD forty million
has been spent by Indian Government.
The pooled-in brains and skill
of twenty thousand scientists around the world,
(with hundred Indians playing a role substantial)
have built these pyramids of the 21st century.
Two proton beams
are accelerated by the LHC deeds
to very high speeds
to collide at the allied
speed of light.
Quarks and gluons
inside the protons
collide and explode
with high energy
creating the ‘Higgs Boson' epiphany.
In trying to unravel the mystery
behind the structure of the Universe
two laboratories at CERN
took upon the mission
to work independently
and bechanced at the same decision.
The discovery so desperate
for the new missing particle
lends a unified description
of the disparate
forces of Nature's inscription.
This announcement historic
by the observation conclusive
of the Higgs-Boson particle
till now elusive
was made in an atmosphere electric
on the fourth of July 2012—a Wednesday—
A red - letter day!
This is not the end of the quest
but ‘tis only the beginning.
For it is incumbent
on the scientific community
to crack many more riddles best
that form ninety-six percent of the Universe
like Super-symmetry, Dark energy,
Dark matter and Anti-matter
that stay unresolved unto eternity.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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On Two Sisters Whose Deaths Were Together
IN woods remote, hid in the mountain hollows,
Doves there are that have a gentler beauty,
Doves that are marked as by a poet's image,
And hence are called Doves of the Wounded Heart.
And such ye were, and we could never learn the
Call that would bring you to our breasts, our hands!
And such ye were, and ye were aliens in our
Barnyard-world Doves of the Wounded Heart!
You who were proud no storm had ever turned your
Flight, and you who were her cherished one
May ye have found, hid in your mountain hollows,
Your wood remote, Doves of the Wounded Heart!
poem by Padraic Colum
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Sub-atomic Particles
I dreamed i was a neutron
inside an atom's heart
surrounded by electrons
their force pulling me apart
i met a pair of bosons
got assaulted by some quarks
found my quantum levels jumping
when something made me start
could i be sure of all this?
in my subatomic world
or would statistical mechanics
introduce a kind of blur
of uncertainty to all things
and so it wasn't clear to me
if i really was a neutron
or just a probability.
poem by David Keig
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A Group In Prayer
today the five of us
inside this house
are holding doves
in a little while after
a short prayer
we shall release our doves
free in the air
now, our neighbors will
see what we have
inside our hearts
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Is force the God?
There is a force in the Universe, no doubt.
It moves the animate and the inanimate;
It moves every life, the life force.
Do you call this force the God?
Then why do you prostrate and propitiate?
What need to sing and praise?
This force is beyond your adulations.
28.12.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Fits Like A Glove
Aint a cardinal sin, baby lemme in, girl Im gonna treat you right
Well goodness sakes, my snakes alive and its ready to bite
Hornets nest, lay me down to rest, ooh I wanna shed my skin
I got the urge to merge, youre cold as ice, baby wont you lemme in
Night scenes, wet dreams, enough to make you drool
And fire, fire, fire for the fuel
Dont like to dress, talk too good, but I found my queen
Not too clean, know what I like, if you know what I mean
Baby, baby, guess you win the prize
Maybe, baby, where the sun never shines
This must be love, fits like a glove
Well it must be love, it must be love - fits like a glove - fits like a glove
Feel the heat, drivers seat, my blessing is my curse
Think Im gonna burst, a gonna burst, a gonna burst
Night scenes, wet dreams, enough to make you drool
And fire, fire, fire for the fuel
Ooh baby, babe - fits like a glove
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah - fits like a glove - fits like a glove
Cause when I go through her, its just like a hot knife through butter, ooh yeah
Baby, baby, guess you win the prize
Maybe, baby, where the sun never shines
Fits like a glove - well it must be love, it must be love - fits like a glove
Fits like a glove - well it must be love, it must be love
Fits like a glove
song performed by by Kiss
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Return running back
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Destiny” in the most enchantingly celestial of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this boundless Universe; only to the periphery of the rustically bohemian palms,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Smile” in the most spell bindingly opulent of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this fathomless Universe; only to the peripher of the altruistically compassionate lips,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Empathy” in the most beautifully unassailable of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this limitless Universe; only to the periphery of the synergistically twinkling eye,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Hunger” in the most magically untainted of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this colossal Universe; only to the periphery of the tirelessly impoverished stomach,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Truth” in the most jubilantly mesmerizing of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this gigantic Universe; only to the periphery of the synergistically burgeoning conscience,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Fantasy” in the most victoriously unfettered of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this interminable Universe; only to the periphery of the uninhibitedly gifted brain,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Humanity” in the most astoundingly sparkling of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this unceasing Universe; only to the periphery of the symbiotically enchanting veins,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Strength” in the most fantastically emollient of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this endless Universe; only to the periphery of the blessedly venerated soul,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Perseverance” in the most fabulously scintillating of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this insuperable Universe; only to the periphery of the righteously perspiring armpits,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Adventure” in the most enthrallingly undying of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this poignant Universe; only to the periphery of the nimbly dancing feet,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Optimism” in the most indisputably pristine paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this Herculean Universe; only to the periphery of the fearlessly advancing stride,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Ecstasy” in the most gloriously bewitching of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this unlimited Universe; only to the periphery of the intricately nubile skin,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Melody” in the most amazingly glistening of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this unsurpassable Universe; only to the periphery of the wonderfully vivacious throat,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Artistry” in the most resplendently enigmatic of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this unbridled Universe; only to the periphery of the magnetically embellished fingers,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Sensitivity” in the most adorably effervescent of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this ebullient Universe; only to the periphery of the bounteously unimpeachable ears,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Mystery” in the most vibrantly virile of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this unbelievable Universe; only to the periphery of the tranquilly ameliorating shadow,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Sensuality” in the most iridescently redolent of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this interminable Universe; only to the periphery of the eternally fiery nostrils,
Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Humility” in the most ubiquitously proliferating of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this impregnable Universe; only to the periphery of the harmoniously obeisant neck,
And try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Love” in the most incredulously bedazzling of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this magical Universe; only to the periphery of the immortally throbbing heart….
poem by Nikhil Parekh
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An Old Man's Vision
The light, the light, the light!
The energetic photons
so necessary for our sight
and everything we do.
The stars of night, the sun so bright
the gossamer moon's reflected light
they will be there
as long as we can be aware
as long as sight maintains itself.
Of course no power, pelf or might
can guarantee our right to sight.
poem by Fred Babbin
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The Doves And The Tree
what i first see are the doves hovering on the tree
they are many and the tree looks as though its leaves are plenty
for one thing
the doves when they hover
they hover together
as a flock
and when they leave
they also leave together
as a flock
and the tree can do nothing about it
and thus it happens
the doves all left at the same time leaving the tree to the truth
of its existence
it has no leaves at all this summer
when hot is really hot in here
when all the doves fly away together
the tree
looks like the thin, worn fingers of a very old man
opening, stretching to the skies
praying for mercies
and what about it God?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What I try to do in the book is to trace the chain of relationships running from elementary particles, fundamental building blocks of matter everywhere in the universe, such as quarks, all the way to complex entities, and in particular complex adaptive system like jaguars.
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The Gardener LV: It Was Mid-Day
It was mid-day when you went
away .
The sun was strong in the sky.
I had done my work and sat alone
on my balcony when you went away.
Fitful gusts came winnowing
through the smells of may distant
fields.
The doves cooed tireless in the shade,
and a bee strayed in my room hum-
ming the news of many distant fields.
The village slept in the noonday
heat. The road lay deserted.
In sudden fits the rustling of the
leaves rose and died.
I gazed at the sky and wove in the
blue the letters of a name I had known,
while the village slept in the noonday
heat.
I had forgotten to braid my hair.
The languid breeze played with it upon
my cheek.
The river ran unruffled under the
shady bank.
The lazy white clouds did not move.
I had forgotten to braid my hair.
It was mid-day when you went
away.
The dust of the road was hot and
the fields panting.
The doves cooed among the dense
leaves.
I was alone in my balcony when you
went away.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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We Are Doves
'Try the other one! '
I did and I can't fit!
'Well...
'Pick another one! '
You pick it..
Why are we bothering with this?
'They want us pigeoned holed.
And it seems they have forgotten who we are! '
Then why are we here?
Wasting all this time to see if things can work out?
We are Doves!
Let 'them' run after 'nuts'.
They will never recognize
We do not chase after popcorn!
We are Doves...
And pigeoned holed,
We can not be!
Wasn't that understood?
Before they claimed us as property?
We are Doves!
Have you too forgotten?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Monster Mash
I was working in the lab
And light one night
When my eyes beheld
An eerie sight
When my monster from his slab
Began to rise
And suddenly
To my surprise
He did the mash
He did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
He did the mash
It caught on in a flash
The monster mash
Its called the monster mash
The laboratory in the castle eaves
And the master bedroom where the vampire sleeps
The girls all came from their humble abodes
To get a jolt from my electrodes
They did the mash
They did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They did the mash
It caught on in a flash
The monster mash
Its called the monster mash
Zombies were having fun
The party had just begun
The guests included wolfman
Dracula and his little baby boy
The scene was rocking
All the digging sounds
Igor unchained ? ? ? ?
The coffin bangers were about to arrive
With a local group the beach boy five
They did the mash
They did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They did the mash
It caught on in a flash
The monster mash
Its called the monster mash
Mmmm, what luck girl in the audience
Would care to dance with igor?
The monster mash is so ghoul
Muah ha ha ha
Muah ha ha ha
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Refraction
In the prism of my mind
Joy refracts into a billion photons of colours
Making a rainbow in my sky
poem by Valsa George
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Forced To
Force is a mysterious being of wonder.
I call it the force for all the reasons I share with nature.
Force is stronger than power of words,
As of love, what then?
Share with us a new religion,
However, the dairy products must be taken.
Your love for this consumption is vast,
Fortnights seem like three, not anything else.
We have like manners under control,
Under rigid control, be strong.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Patience, Patience
the child with a black coat
on this cold day
sits there beside a brick
church of spanish
architecture
the yard is quiet except
for the sound of the flapping
of doves feedind on some
rice grains
the boy has a black hair
and his feet are stained with
mud his fingers dirty with
some sticky sauce
he spreads the rice grains
from his palm to the
muddy grounds
the doves hover and land
on the spot where the grains
are freely spread
he sits with them
surrounded
the doves are watching him
and he watches carefully each
dove that eyes on his grains
he likes to snatch just one
to bring home to mother
the doves are too careful
it is just the rice grains nothing more
eye to eye
both wait for what shall happen next
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Millions of men have lived to fight, build palaces and boundaries, shape destinies and societies; but the compelling force of all times has been the force of originality and creation profoundly affecting the roots of human spirit.
quote by Ansel Adams
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