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
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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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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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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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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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Ordinary photons do have spin, they have a notion of helicity so they spin around their direction on motion.
quote by Roger Penrose
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The Power!
the highest form of art,
the highest form of philosophy,
the highest form of spirituality,
comes in the applied interaction
of peoples with each other...
taking the time to listen, to care,
to understand, to feel, to forgive,
to work together, and to see each
other in ourselves...
you cant write it any better, you
cant paint it any better, you cant
play it any better, you cant pray
it any better!
this is the power that created
the cosmos... and does so again
and again... the power that turns
the seasons, and brings the dawn...
this is the light that darkness
cannot swallow...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Once It Begins
once it begins
i cannot stop
nor would i wish to
end the torrent of words
crush of photons
bright weight of day
driving dark worlds
through eternal space
trains howling
poems careening
through silver morning
where i sing
out my
warning
poem by Steven Federle
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Burning Blue
Photons lacerate the air in waves of ev'ry hue,
plunging through successfully except for burning blue.
Motes of dust and water drops play cricket with blue balls,
weaving veils of endless blue in vast concentric shawls.
When the rays are vertical they drill through skin and bone,
drain all sheen from vibrant green, steal water from dry stone.
Then all life is forced to heed light's power to subdue.
The mantle of the victor is a fire of flaming blue.
poem by Diane Hine
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Sonnet 1: Hypothetical
If freshly cloned, with memories intact
Unable hence to occupy one ground
Our senses would not duplicate exact
the information beaming from around.
A plentitude of photons would collide
(Read physics to explain precisely how)
And steadily our shared thoughts would divide
To render subtle change in either brow.
But over time our paths may fly apart
So how could we be judged by any mind
Should one evolve an ever-loving heart
Whilst other shrunk like bitter dried-out rind.
Yet sadly I can see we must be built
On necessary pangs of senseless guilt.
poem by Diane Hine
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Tis Delightful To Watch A Child Play
'Tis delightful to watch a child
play,
All alone but not getting bored,
Photons of glee, hearts they
hold,
Playing without a care in the
clay
I imagine I was like this once,
Without a hint of anger,
Free spirit, no sense of danger,
Just full of iridescent
innocence.
If only all life was like this,
Free of problems- mortal
strife,
But it cuts all with its knife,
So deep until of us nothing
there is.
© November 4,2011
poem by Isunge Mwangase
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HER EYES KNEW THE WAY (Ode to Love)
A full moon bathed her
tranquil form in silver light
This playful orb would only
dance on her this night…
Hesitant I knew desire
was the bane of zealous lovers
Yet eagerly I reached down
moved aside the satin covers
She sensed my presence
awoke then moved to rise,
A moan exhaled parted lips
as she opened sleepy eyes
With eyes blue as glacier ice
she smiled, reached for me
I held her dainty hands in mine
and kissed them tenderly
Forever came and went
we held a tight embrace
My head did spin and
heart began to race
At last we pulled apart
I looked into her eyes,
What happened next was
strange, yet no surprise
Within the depth of her eyes
I beheld her very soul
For the first time in my life
I felt complete and whole
An aura encircled me
flooding me with light
I felt a flash, then heat,
felt my soul ignite
Fire on fire as two
souls fused into one
A war against loneliness
had finally been won...
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Oer my Sins Thou sit and moan...
Oer my Sins Thou sit and moant
Hast thou no Sins of thy ownt
Oer my Sins thou sit and weept
And lull thy own Sins fast asleept
What Transgressions I commit
Are for thy Transgressions fit
They thy Harlots thou their Slave
And my Bed becomes their Grave
Poor pale pitiable form
That I follow in a Storm
Iron tears and groans of lead
Bind around my akeing head
And let us go to the highest downs
With many pleasing wiles
The Woman that does not love your Frowns
Will never embrace your smiles
poem by William Blake from Songs and Ballads (1794)
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Light Illuminating Answers?
cliché concepts
maintain all light sources
like all religions
are type different
yet all give the same light
I ask is this right?
do not all religions
have major minor prophets?
did all provide identical intensities
of light illuminating answers?
I have decades
pondered upon light
and light sources.
I concluded cliché concept
all are different
yet all give the same light
is a generalization flawed
fails applied acid tests
which light fuels are best?
I concluded different fuels
qualities of pure impure waxes
various liquid light sources
give different intensities
of light to illuminate rooms
illuminate spiritual seekers
especially philosophies
in source spiritual illuminations
differentiates souls
Buddha Christ Mahatma Gandhi
were pure flames pure souls
purified in life final experiences?
in comparison their completed
choice enlightened beautified lives
make most base material mortals
share contrast some life horror failings
similar to hate rage racist foul flames
of beast Hitler Himmler fallen dark souls
not all aspire to divine aspirations
pray with sincere heart souls
judgement offers soul scale measures?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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sue Me Rumi
If true;
'Imitation is the highest form of flattery'
A wretched man of such an awful crime is me
This rueful poet stands before you guilty
So with much remorse I say 'Sue me Rumi'
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All Souls’ Day
The many ones I knew are hardly seen;
My friends, relatives are in scarce numbers;
Their memories are truly evergreen;
But death has put those souls in deep slumbers!
Most near and dear and loved ones are all gone;
This world looks empty but their graves abound;
They couldn’t be saints but sinned even alone;
Their cemeteries with time are hardly found!
Yet, most had left with venial sins galore;
In Purgatory, God cleanses souls by grace;
They need our prayers to be freed much more;
Like gold refined, souls enter Heaven’s haze!
But fiery love of God can change their roles;
The ones in mortal sins are nearer hell;
God’s mystic mercy could redeem such souls;
The living souls on earth can make them well!
All Souls’ Day comes once in a year for all;
Let’s empty Purgatory by praying hard;
Let’s fast to hasten Almighty God’s call;
Recite the rosary to stay on guard!
God, send your angels soon to fetch all souls;
Their sufferings are much more than on earth;
Let light perpetual shine upon dead souls;
Take them to Your Abode and grant them mirth!
Show mercy Lord, on every soul, we pray!
Let light divine annul the hellish spray;
Forgive them, Jesus Christ, we beg to say;
Ignore their trespasses on Judgment Day!
Lovingly dedicated to all souls on ‘All Souls’ Day! ’
poem by John Celes
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All the Planted Children
All the planted children: efflorescent,
Sprout from the sofa by incandescent
Beams of smoldering cathode-ray tube light,
And emit the lobotomized delight
Of growing under the phosphorescent.
Watered and fertilized to circumvent
Safe growth with pesticides and repellents,
The grow steroid-strong almost overnight—
All the planted children.
Yet, over time, the suffusive content
Will cover them. From light, darkness ferments
And this glass box here seems so very bright.
Illuminate, desiccate then ignite
Under the virtual green house convent—
All the planted children.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Light as many as you can.
I love you
for a long time.
You don’t know
how long I love.
you don’t know
how best I love
or for that
whether I love at all. (I love)
You may love
or may not.
If you love
I can outlive.
If not so
I will short live.
Can you lift
your veil to see? (You may)
Be a flame
of a candle.
You can spark
many candles.
You won’t die
by doing so.
Again and again,
Love can ignite love. (Be a flame)
I love you
for a long time.
Be a flame
to light my wick
in addition
to your own.
The more you are
illuminated,
The more you illuminate. (I love)
29.05.2001, Berhampur
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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What Are Your Priorities?
In these changing times I must ask,
What are your priorities my friends?
As great travail brings us all to task,
When the world as we know it ends
Is it money and possessions you need?
Or is it time to "Get it right with God"?
As time begins moving at light-speed,
On bended knees it's Him we must laud
Those who gnash their teeth and curse,
Shall be allowed their suffering and vices
For it's not God's will to compel or coerce,
He'd rather leave men to their own devices
At the "End of days" all shall be revealed
All is brought to light that was concealed
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Obeah Healer
"Obiman" (a shaman) lives in Cuba;
Who can levitate and walk on water
Taught herbs n' healing by "Annuba"
A mermaid who gave him a daughter
Obiman's blood remembers "Mu"
Ancient homeland lost 'neath the sea
Volcanoes n' earthquakes left no clue
'Cept the highest peaks, Hawaii to Fiji
A few souls survived on "Easter Island"
Another peak of land above the waves
Living with stone sentries buried in sand
To despair n' isolation they were slaves
The magic of Mu in Obiman still thrives
In 100 years he's saved a thousand lives
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The man form is higher than the angel form; of all forms it is the highest. Man is the highest being in creation, because he aspires to freedom.
quote by Paramahansa Yogananda
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