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Going Up?

going up is finally
a minuscule. atoms drifting
stopping on the lines
of our palms
then we go down
to the cells of
a leaf
it becomes another version
of the universe
a nucleus surrounded
by planetary
neurons

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A postmodern explanation of poetry: for Mike who asked

The brain and spinal cord
contain a hundred billion neuron cells
backed up by many more glial cells..

each neuron surrounded by its dendrons
like a tree’s inquisitive, hungry roots
or a seacreature’s gently waving fronds

making synapses, new connections
between what one cell holds, and another,
as a tree’s roots seek its heavenly nourishment in earth;

so that, each time two words of poetry,
put together for the first time by a poet
in just that way, strike your mind or heart,

one of those neurons cries silently ‘Aha! ’
as poetry’s roots and fingers touch its core;
two neurons now joined in holy bedrock..

and since our mind, some say, is but our store
of memories previously received,
then poetry enjoyed, remembered, builds our greater mind;

and all this, like the champions of the Olympics,
so appropriately named after that godly height,
might well be described by corny commentators as,
sheer poetry in motion…

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Watching The Rebirth Of Your Star...(repost)

when your universe breaks
in the same manner that other universe does
the most natural thing
that must happen

i, in my own, planetary motion,
watch the shattering and the bursting
of the bubble

it is not that i want to see
how you destroy yourself
i am not that
sadistic, the stars know me by heart
and the moon likes me for that

it is this
within you, after, shall be
the birth of the
new star

and this happens
all you have to do is just wait
because
as always stars are born
after an explosion

tell you what?
it will be the best stage to watch
the nicest thing that happens to you
also happens
to me

and once again the universe
celebrates again

each, happy again,
following each own
planetary orbit

with Sun as God
with the other planets as
friends.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Paradox Box

Existence:
Lines on a page
Ink is Ink
no matter how you look at it

So Simple - So Complex
Atoms touch atoms-
Waves of water
on sandy shores
-Atoms are atoms
no matter how you look at 'em
Its Now and Never forever more

Heisenberg; Uncertainty; Organized Chaos
and Quantum Mechanics - all gift-wrapped
in a pretty little paradox box - a para-box
To: US
From: GOD

-Some think he is a mathematician...

poem by Ray Quesada
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Outside Myself

I look through my body
at the world, the stars, moons,
stars beyond stars
I know there are stars, moons
stars beyond stars too
circling all within my finite self
this temporary sphere I am crowned with
the aura that shines from these
trillion of cells
all the moving atoms,
electrons, protons,
the universe inside and out
I look at them
from my infinite self
god the puppeteer
skillfully playing
the beginning, the end
I came out of the two walls
the human brain is kept in
to take a peep at myself, the universe
the moons, suns, universe,
stars beyond stars
I find a galaxy I possess
so many stars, moons, suns
the cells blazing with life, light
all working out of my control
as I join god to take
a look at his worlds

a meteor flashes by
a cell loses hold
flushed by blood to another world
all the stars, moons,
universe outside and inside
all the cells that I own
that soon would squeeze me out
to join the plane
where I could view
the beat of the universe
standing beside god
witnessing all his designs
wondering all the motives
behind his pupputeering
the moons, the suns, the universe
the cells acting out his drama round and round
casting off light

I saw a star burst
light light years away
the cancer patient
carrying a cell
that too has burst
soon to cast that black hole
over the finite self
the infinite journeys to
rest on another finite self
the universe

I stand by the creator
to look at his puppeteering
wondering his motives in his design
my mind flying outside the brain
I look at the the world, universe,
stars, moon, meteors, stars beyond stars
and myself that
swing with stars, moons,
stars beyond stars

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Between the Creator and Me

I look through my body
at the world, the stars, moons,
stars beyond stars
I know there are stars, moons
stars beyond stars too
circling all within my finite self
this temporary sphere I am crowned with
the aura that shines from these
trillion of cells
all the moving atoms,
electrons, protons,
the universe inside and out
I look at them
from my infinite self
god the puppeteer
skillfully playing
the beginning, the end
I came out of the two walls
the human brain is kept in
to take a peep at myself, the universe
the moons, suns, universe,
stars beyond stars
I find a galaxy I possess
so many stars, moons, suns
the cells blazing with life, light
all working out of my control
as I join god to take
a look at his worlds

a meteor flashes by
a cell loses hold
flushed by blood to another world
all the stars, moons,
universe outside and inside
all the cells that I own
that soon would squeeze me out
to join the plane
where I could view
the beat of the universe
standing beside god
witnessing all his designs
wondering all the motives
behind his pupputeering
the moons, the suns, the universe
the cells acting out his drama round and round
casting off light

I saw a star burst
light light years away
the cancer patient
carrying a cell
that too has burst
soon to cast that black hole
over the finite self
the infinite journeys to
rest on another finite self
the universe

I stand by the creator
to look at his puppeteering
wondering his motives in his design
my mind flying outside the brain
I look at the the world, universe,
stars, moon, meteors, stars beyond stars
and myself that
swing with stars, moons,
stars beyond stars

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Light Is The Key To The Universe

Elizabeth Klarer’s theories are delightful
in their other-worldly explanation
of the nature of the universe -
whether it’s true or not
it’s food for thought:

Elizabeth Klarer says the ALL is surrounded by a Halo –
light is the Key to the Universe - oxygen contains
light micro-atoms and the release of
this light is the source of
all life

Elizabeth Klarer says mind, spirit, soul and thought consist
of the light wavelength in different speeds while
sound and colour consist of speeding micro-atoms
creating heat when speed is
arrested

Elizabeth Klarer says light is defined as intelligent energy
thought into existence with its own substance -
thoughts create patterns of light - there is
a secret formula for the Light
Harmonic

The Key to Life and the Universe lies in
the Harmonic Interaction
of LIGHT!

poem by Margaret Alice
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Open Palms

morning demands
the laying of open palms
on the table
and the palms agree
and then the wind comes
and took all the lines away

the hands do not mind
this is the last day of the body
the heart is full of joy
the mind has no word
the eyes close
and the lips finally sealed

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Mistake

it was a different thing that you see
from that you feel
a war between the bulge of the eyes
and the pumps of the heart
the lines of the palms are clear
nobody wants to mind now
in the middle of too much desire
it is the heart that wins
slashing the blinks of the wondering eyes
the lines of the palms are clear
there is no doubt
the heart bleeds upon its mistake
and begins to remember the veils
and the sonorous sounds of the funeral bells of
the little town

the lines of the palms are clear
there is no doubt about it
at the end every part shall accept the fate
no regret
once again the self rides upon the wings of destiny
until the final word of the years rest

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Drifting Away

(orbison/dees)
Sadness slips into the room
On silent steps of sorrow
Stealing sleep and all my dreams
Where will we be tomorrow?
Lying with you, crying with you, drifting
Talking till dawn yet we go on, drifting
Dont understand where we began just drifting apart
Drifting apart feeling alone drifting away
We cant seem to work it out
Drifting from day to day
Wasnt it all about, drifting away
Drifting away, drifting away
Losing the feeling
And now the music of the song is almost gone
That we used to play
From sweet surrender from drifting away, drifting
Two lovers lost two rivers crossed, drifting
Two bridges burned, no lesson learned, drifting
Lonely together, hurting each other
Still we cant say that its over
Can we bring back yesterday?
Will we be forever, forever drifting away
Drifting, drifting away

song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Drifting

Drifting, drifting, drifting away.
I got myself a mansion, then I gave it away.
It's not the world that's heavy, just the things that you save.
And I'm drifting, drifting away.
Drifting, drifting, drifting along.
I rid myself of worries, and the worries were gone.
I only run when I want to and I sleep like a dog.
I'm just drifting, drifting along.
The suitcoats say, "There is money to be made."
They get so damn excited, but I guess it's their way.
My road it may be lonely just because it's not paved.
It's good for drifting, drifting away.
The suitcoats say, "There is money to be made."
They get so damn excited, nothing gets in their way
My road it may be lonely just because it's not paved.
It's good for drifting, drifting away.
Drifting, drifting, drifting, uh huh.
I feel like going back there, but never for long.
I sometimes wonder if they know that I'm gone.
I'm just drifting, drifting along.
Drifting, drifting along. Drifting, drifting along.
Merry Christmas...

song performed by by Pearl Jam
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A Description Of The Camera-poet

the little boy from the city takes a ride
on a cemented buffalo beside a nipa hut surrounded by
coconut palms on top of
greed grass

the little girl wants to share the ride just right before the
camera finally clicks

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Destruction And Rebirth...

when your universe breaks
in the same manner that other universes do

the most natural thing
that must happen

i, in my own, planetary motion,
watch
the shattering and the bursting
of the great bubble in you

it is not that i want to see
how you destroy yourself

i am not that
sadistic,

the stars know me by heart
and the moon likes me for that

it is this
within you,
after,
shall be
the birth of the
new star

and this happens
all you have to do is just wait

because
as always stars are born
after an explosion

tell you what
it will be the best stage to watch

the nicest thing that happens to you
also happens

to me

and once again the universe
celebrates
and dances and toasts with the lights
of the stars

the meteors sweep sorrows
throwing everything negative away into the
edges of darkness

each now, is happy again,
following each own
planetary orbit
strictly upon its own joyous terms

with Sun as God
with the other planets as angels and
friends.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Seeing the world with god

i look through my body
at the world, the stars, moon
stars beyond stars
i know there are stars, moon
stars beyond stars too
from my temporary sphere
the aura that shines
from this physical self
the trillion of cells
all the moving atoms,
electrons, protons
the universe inside and out
i look at them
from my infinite self
god the puppeteer
shrewdly playing
the beginning, the end
the two walls
between the human brain
the man innocently walks
to oblivion
some attempt to broaden the width
others like me attempt to
to burst out of the walls
to take a peep outside
the limitations, this physical self
the world outside
the god inside and out
the moon, sun, universe
the things outside
i too have become a galaxy
as i join god to take
a look at his worlds
a meteor flashes by
a cell loses hold
flushed by blood
to another world
an infinite me
looking at the finite me
all the stars, moons,
universe outside
and inside
all the cells that i own
that soon would
squeeze me out
to join the plane
where i could view
the beat of the universe
the expansive universe
myself a galaxy

the zillion of selves
those stars, suns
spinning towards
a full stop?
eternity?
the human brain
stretched towards
a world of no end
suffocated in its attempt
i stand beside god
for just a moment
to take a peek at
all his workings
wondering all the motives
behind his pupputeering
the moons, the suns, the universe
the cells acting out his drama
round and round
casting off light
i saw a star burst
light light years away
the cancer patient
carrying a cell
that too has burst
soon to cast that black hole
over the finite self
the infinite journeys to
rest on another finite self
the universe
i standby the creator
to look at his puppeteering
wondering his motives
in his design
the privilege he gives me
to share a view
of his craft
my mind flying
outside the two walls
of the brain
instead of between
infinity
my body
the universe
i look at them
like the stars, moon, meteors
this infinite me
with a finite self
of stars, moons,
stars beyond stars

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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It would be a poor thing to be an atom in a universe without physicists, and physicists are made of atoms. A physicist is an atom's way of knowing about atoms.

quote by George Wald
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World is stopping,

World is stopping,
World is stopping all moving,
World is making all destruction,
World is stopping to see a Revolution,
World is stopping to see feigned verses Unfeigned,
World is stopping to see us dead to live,

World is stopping to see burdens Increase,
World is stopping to see us going to Hell,
World is stopping so that we do the Will of Truth,
That the Truth is a lie to many people,
But Truth is living by the will of the Unseen,
Since He does not exist,
He really does exist.

poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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Who's Stopping You

Take all that you've got
Multiply by zero
Divide by the time you've got left
That's x

Add it up write it down tell me what you've found

We're speaking in tongues
Both of us dumbfounded
Our brains have been impounded by our hearts

Life is so uncertain
Look at all the hurting that we've done
You said you had somebody better to become

Who's stopping you
Who's stopping you
Who's stopping you
Who's stopping you

We're wasting our time
Watching our old reruns
Waiting for the good one that never comes

You say it beats working
On the emptiness that's lurking inside your head
Step into the light my friend

Who's stopping you 4x

You said you had somebody better to become

Who's stopping you 8x

song performed by by Semisonic from All About Chemistry
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Science Poems 1. (4)

SOAP-BUBBLE UNIVERSE

Imagine the beautiful, fragile soap-bubbles of
shimmering voids formed by great explosions
galaxies streaming in filaments

Imagine a sponge, dark voids filled with invisible
galaxies, unknown particles outlined against the
Great Wall opposite the star sign of
Perseus-Pisces-Pegasus

Which would you choose?

The Universe is a patchwork, cosmologists
cannot decide whether it is bubbly or
spongy, so I base my choice on the
subjective criterion

Of aesthetics – let it be a fragile and beautiful
soap-bubble universe

EXCITING SPECULATION

Mystery creating exciting speculation
in the infinity of a moment of eternity:

In the year nineteen hundred and nine
near the Grand Canyon's dramatic impact
a man, Hicaid, found a subterranean city
built with the most marvelous precision
to accommodate fifty thousand people

And mummified bodies of Oriental or
Egyptian origin - tantalizing titbits of
information presented for speculation
about its significance - enlarging the
range of my imagination…

PARTICLE ZOO

A theory about
exploding atoms
in an atomic blast
proof of particles
that cannot last

Scientists used to claim
atoms should only contain
three types of particles

But when atoms are smashed to bits
new types of particles form, dif-
ferent 'flavours' of different
kinds of 'quarks' -
what a lark…

'A quark for Mister Mark...'

Now we know it is true:
there exists a real
particle zoo

DNA STRINGS

Mapping strings of DNA code
such a great bore, one day a
scientist just couldn't stand it
any more

No more looking, but listening
for each part of the string
he wrote down a note

When the DNA score was played
he listened in wonder to the
musical themes of the
DNA strings

In the song of the cells such sweet
melodies were ringing, while tunes
created by cancerous cells were sad,
slow and sickening...

Do composers know it is so;
do they delve into their own self
to find beautiful tunes?

When my heart is singing and soar
with a tune on musical wings, my
words express the literal truth…

poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Small People

we are the small people
we take the size of the dusts
and termites
down to the minute cells
the virus
and the neurons...
we have the capacity to hurt
without your knowing

so be cautious
try using the microscopes before
you say you are taking control

we are the small people
we know you but you do not know us

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Patteran

From over the leagues of ice and snow, and the miles of scorching sand;
From back of the days of long ago, and the lonely sea and land—
To the end of the world and our Gipsy race, to the death of our dark-eyed line,
I have set the lines on my children’s palms as my fathers did on mine,
That the world shall know and my name shall glow in the light of the aftershine—
I have set the lines on my children’s palms as my fathers did on mine.
I have given them health and strength, pure blood, clear skins for a glorious youth;
I have set in their souls contempt for sham, and a deathless regard for truth;
I have bequeathed the spirit to fight, I have given the will to rise,
And the slumbering fires of Hate and Love in their dreaming, dreaming eyes.
That the world shall know and my name shall glow in the light of the aftershine,
I have set the lines on my children’s palms as my fathers did on mine.

I have given the love for their native land, wherever that land may be
(My children came from the East, my friends, and round by the Northern Sea),
And a son of a son of mine enemy, to the end of his treacherous line,
Shall be stricken to earth, if he dare but speak, by a son of a son of mine.
That the world shall know and my name shall glow in the light of the aftershine,
I have set the lines on my children’s palms as my fathers did on mine.

poem by Henry Lawson
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Drifting Too Far

Out on the perilous deep,
Where danger silently creeps,
And storm's so violently sweeping,
You're drifting too far from shore.
Chorus:
Drifting too far from shore,
You're drifting too far from shore,
Come to Jesus today,
Let Him show you the way
You're drifting too far from shore.
Today, the Tempest rose high,
And clouds o'er shadow the sky.
Sure death is hovering neigh,
You're drifting too far from shore.
Drifting too far from shore,
You're drifting too far from shore,
Come to Jesus today,
Let Him show you the way
You're drifting too far from shore.
Why meet a terrible fate?
Mercies abundantly wait.
Turn back before it's too late
You're drifting too far from shore.
Drifting too far from shore
You're drifting too far from shore (peaceful shore)
Come to Jesus today. Let him show you the way
You're drifting too far from shore...

song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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