Cosmic Unity
Strictly
non-interventionist.
Individual contributions
species coordinated.
Man quarantine manacled alone
only earthbound bondage observation.
Infringement revocation
of terrestrial orders
never extramundane compromise.
No being licenced
lands lawfully disrupts
web of quarantine cultures.
Comprehension conservation deepens.
Grasp disunity observed
waste weakens weaning
planetary biospheres.
Competitive covetous natures
strip sustainable resources.
Enter interdependent ecosystem
interfuse part of ecology.
No intermix conflict.
Bodily elements everywhere
compose contain atoms
with universal imprint.
Atoms all cosmic dust
dead star matter.
Death union with planet
merging dissolution.
Life from death origins
classically comprehended.
Greek comprehension affirms
Bacchus ritual mysteries.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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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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Earth Sustainable Survival Systems
essential spirit of conservation
is respect for all life one life
life planet earth global village
conservation is not a greenie
Greenpeace luxury idealism
conservation is a needed attitude
essential sustainable earth survival
conservation is life survival code
embedded preservation renewable
resources key to survival humanity
recycle support sustain biodiversity
humanity finally living earth harmony?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Earth Global Village Philosophical Theory
alternative lifestyles philosophies
retrieve perceive principle sacredness
of one life all life earth ecosystems
the philosopher Socrates believed
acknowledged the holistic approach
suggested that people should look
at entire body as a whole one entity
integrated not piece meal part-by-part
Did not Aristotle postulate a general
principle of holism summarized by
in concept Metaphysics 'The whole is
more than the sum of its parts'? True
is the view stating a whole system
of beliefs must be analyzed rather
than simply its individual components.
Believe earth one life interconnected.
earth global village philosophical theory
earth interconnected breathing vibrant
interlinked interdependent ecosystems
scientific fact global warming rising sea
levels spells climate change catastrophe
belief vitalism assumes a special energy
called vital energy vital force guides all
bodily processes reproduction growth
adaptation metabolism life is a principle
planet earth miraculously interactive
life webs mind soul body metabolism
life lusting proliferation diverse species
global theory of health declares humans
must affirm an importance of taking all
physical mental social conditions into
account when treating illness society
industrialization pollution starvation
earth raping resources non sustainable
conservation is not a dirty word crisis
global affirms conservation necessity
as essential sustainable earth survival
use technological efficiency ark policy
nature recycles sustainably humanity
must learn emulate this life principle
primum non nocere first do no harm
to sacred miracle intricate interwoven
living life strands provide planet earth
renewable energy restoration enforce
most effective health care available as
palpitations warn planet earth seizure
suffers multiple organ heart problems
all technology must go green life core
renewable oil for spoil carbon profits
are fossils best left in rocks as beneath
seas untouched is where storm disaster
environmental catastrophe is prevented
above all honour earth global in entirety
created multiplicity strand ecosystems
are earth body’s innate wisdom to heal
sea bottom dredging fishing techniques
destroy all hope future fish regeneration
drift net fishing techniques take all fish
smallest fingerlings never reach maturity
never grow to adult reproduce replenish
fish stocks a quarter all fish ocean gone
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
See also the poem ‘Sacred Life Honoured’.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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We have begun to contemplate our origins: starstuff pondering the stars; organized assemblages of ten billion billion billion atoms considering the evolution of atoms; tracing the long journey by which, here at least, consciousness arose.
unknown author
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Observed With Comprehension
With failure wished upon others,
Comes failure granted for all.
To support the success for one,
All doing it will witness the benefits.
And this is not assumed,
By those who have already...
Observed with comprehension,
Both sides of this as it exists!
And this is not assumed,
By those who have already...
Observed with comprehension,
Both sides of this as it exists!
But those proceeding with their own needs wished,
Forget one tree has many branches...
And if many leaves begin to fall from it,
Those believing they will not be affected...
Will find they too have no tree to cling to.
As the tree will remind what is left behind,
Is that which nourishes all to benefit.
And this is not assumed,
By those who have already...
Observed with comprehension,
Both sides of this as it exists!
One slice of pie,
Can not be tasted...
If the oneness of it is not baked.
And many will never come to see,
How the greeding to feed only their needs connect...
To affect and flourish their own nourishment expected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Death Is Death, Dissolution Of All
All over this mammoth Earth,
There is nothing like death;
All over this mammoth Earth,
Nothing escapes death
Except that strange death itself.
What is this death,
Perchance, death itself knows not;
Whence it springs,
Where are its wings,
Fancied none in these million years.
It’s the live black hole
In dance along the time’s scale;
Nothing escapes its rapacious field
And nothing ever breaks out of its shield,
Death is death, dissolution of all.
Is death a beginning, none ever ever knows,
No mysteries as mysterious as death ever is;
No light or shade nor talent prised it,
No voyages ever came back out of its womb,
Nor light-years ever scaled the depth of death.
Death brings down all to the Nature’s womb,
To the Natures pristine pure form;
No rise or fall nor glory or shame,
‘Neath the mysterious death, all are same;
Indeed, the supreme equalizer is death.
Death is true peace, death is ultimate pain,
Death is finding peace in the folds of pain;
Death robs light and spreads dark night
And numbs soul to the inevitable truth, that
Born out of night, but we are part of that night.
poem by Praveen Kumar
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As far as extra dimensions are concerned, very tiny extra dimensions wouldn't be perceived in everyday life, just as atoms aren't: we see many atoms together but we don't see atoms individually.
quote by Edward Witten
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In a sense, human flesh is made of stardust. Every atom in the human body, excluding only the primordial hydrogen atoms, was fashioned in stars that formed, grew old and exploded most violently before the Sun and the Earth came into being. The explosions scattered the heavy elements as a fine dust through space. By the time it made the Sun, the primordial gas of the Milky Way was sufficiently enriched with heavier elements for rocky planets like the Earth to form. And from the rocks atoms escaped for eventual incorporation in living things: carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, phosphorus and sulphur for all living tissue; calcium for bones and teeth; sodium and potassium for the workings of nerves and brains; the iron colouring blood red… and so on. No other conclusion of modern research testifies more clearly to mankind’s intimate connections with the universe at large and with the cosmic forces at work among the stars.
quote by Nigel Calder
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“Polymorphous Me”
What am I?
Flotsam cast from the Eye of God?
A collection of atoms, molecules,
bound by intention, free-will, ego?
Am I a terrestrial-parasite?
A beast?
A man?
A cosmic alien-transplant?
A light/spirit cloaked in density?
god-man?
I am all of this,
I Am “Polymorphous Me”
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Atoms
Atoms are back, balls of flame, swung into desuetude,
For they are light particles of enlightenment, to worship.
Comely atoms are effervescent, for they are with ebullience,
Areas are still, areas are bands of strength, banks of disuse.
May we swing into disuse one day with atoms and molecules,
Converted into dust, covered by clay as we originated from it;
Animals corrupt the ancient philosophers, apples of knowledge,
Fully like babies in perfection and perception, like arts of wholeness.
The capital of thinking regards the atoms with disgust,
My captain is a car of thoughts, drive it to reach more disuse;
The body of a book is a cynosure of this civilisation,
Swinging us into efflorescence, for we are ephemeral.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Death Argues
Death may argue, fuss and conquer the masses,
Killing is an idea of the devil when used.
It is an obstacle, a day is spent in its memory;
Our memories glisten as diamonds
Drinking the health of the potion of strength.
Death is banging on the door after much study,
Depending on where you knock, and when you demand.
May atoms have awe in this ritual,
The appearance of their image is vital
For the benefit is eternal and great.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Disingenuousness
Here lies another box for nature,
Carbon ready;
Black to eyes down here,
Where death is at its job.
Up there you’ll hear a rhythmic sob
Or two from living yet-to-dies –
A humming lacrimoso –
It all but cleans the eyes:
Forget it –
The dismal show of grief –
Life is only chemistry –
Our stay is only brief.
It’s we who hype it up!
Diaphragms jerk again;
The jet monotone of hearses
Feeds the disingenuousness
Of undertakers –
They seem to stare at something up ahead –
For them, it’s in the blood,
To taxi off the dead.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
The March of Death
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Soil Is A Soul Of Life
Soil what is soil Lord?
soil is life seed
soil is a living organism
soil is a loom
from which you were made
dust you were dust you will be
Soil what is soil Scientist?
soil is a critical
part
of an ecosystem
soil provides
important nutrients
for plants in
an ecosystem
soil helps
anchor
plants
to keep
plants
in place
soil absorbs
holds water
for plants
soil absorbs
holds water
for animals
lakes rivers
to use
soil provides
a home
for many species
lots of living
organisms
soil
regenerates life
dust you were dust you will be
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Who Dreams Multiple Mysteries?
would you believe phenomenon if I told truth
I dream multiple poems those I wake to write
message meaning manifestation set unique
perfection I dream yet awake forget cannot
write as if bliss cosmic mysteries cannot exist
within woken world where other values egos
rule within materialism which places no value
on spiritual enlightenment evolution struggles
on hidden universal mysteries never fear seek
out research into missing dark matter enter an
unknown unseen dimension hidden existence
know I wait until you join search cosmic unity
behold bliss wonderment which awaits there
would you believe miracle if I told seen truth?
unknown unseen dimension hidden quantum existence
behold bliss wonderment awaits exploration observation
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Sold On Ridiculousness
There is nothing like feeding the mind by reading.
Or paying attention by listening.
And connecting these elements with observation.
There is nothing like it!
There is nothing that addresses comprehension,
Better than what has been mentioned.
But then again...
There will be those who will waste debate,
To satisfy themselves and their pretensions!
With discussions about the quality of the approach delivered.
And IF it 'twas handled with appropriate etiquette.
As relating to the current season.
And whether or not...
The credentials of the messenger impressed.
'All that just to pay attention to something? '
I've seen some folks sold on ridiculousness!
Based upon what color they were...
And how they were dressed.
'I'm willing to bet that's how this mess was created! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Death and Birth
Death leads to birth rather than birth, to death.
Birth is close to death and not vice versa.
Every birth is at the result of a death.
Death to birth, not birth to death, is the path.
The death of clay is the birth of a pot;
The death of the pot is the birth of clay.
Ice melts to water and water forms ice.
In each conversion, occur death and birth.
The death of a night is the birth of a day;
The death of a day is the birth of a night.
New Year means the death of the old year too.
In each transition, takes place death and birth.
The death of a seed is the birth of a plant;
The death of gametes is the birth of an embryo.
Salts die to form cells; cells die to form salts.
In each growth, form death and birth of matter.
The so called death and birth is nothing but
Deaths and births of forms made of matter.
The matter itself does not die to be born
But is converted to different forms.
Elements disappear to form plants.
Plants as food add to the animals’ flesh.
Plants and animals on death liberate
As elements, serving through worms and germs.
When a child is born, there’s no birth of life.
The embryo transforms into a child.
When a man dies, there is no death of life.
The body disintegrates to salts.
Matter, energy and life have no death
They have got one birth since when they’ve been.
They interact and come different stages
In which the pattern is death and birth.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In Prison
I cried out for the pain of man,
I cried out for my bitter wrath
Against the hopeless life that ran
For ever in a circling path
From death to death since all began;
Till on a summer night
I lost my way in the pale starlight
And saw our planet, far and small,
Through endless depths of nothing fall
A lonely pin-prick spark of light,
Upon the wide, enfolding night,
With leagues on leagues of stars above it,
And powdered dust of stars below—
Dead things that neither hate nor love it
Not even their own loveliness can know,
Being but cosmic dust and dead.
And if some tears be shed,
Some evil God have power,
Some crown of sorrow sit
Upon a little world for a little hour—
Who shall remember? Who shall care for it?
poem by Clive Staples Lewis
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Life Or Death?
Every day we live, we always face death
We get closer to it, every time we take a breath
Life is special but death brings peace
Life brings reality and things you believe
Death is hard for everyone around
Death is quiet, no more bad sounds
Life is also hard, all the things we go through
Life can never be easy, no matter what you do
Death is sad, for those who cry
Death is meaningful, for those who die
Life is a work of art, it's nice to look
Life is full of teachings, like an open book
Death is the new life, might as well be dead
Death is a lot more, for what's up ahead
Life brings new things, always something new
Life brings surprises, something out the blue
Death is scary, nothing we want to see
Death is negative, a place we don't want to be
Life is full of love, with the ones close to you
Life is full of money, for those who sue
Death is empty, nothing compared to this
Death is a lot of things, too long of a list
But life is everything; don't wait till there's nothing left
Death can wait, so don't waste your last breath
So just pick your choice, which one? Life or death?
poem by Triauna Hall
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A Fresh Endeavour
So now I've taken leave of life,
I thought you'd like to know, I still
Possess a mind in love, oh wife;
A soulful eye to catch a show of
Silent beauty – ever yours;
An ear to pick the metaphors
Of tonal dance in words you say,
Grasp a thought in verse you pray
Inside your head, bemused of mind,
Softly mournful, intertwined with
Understanding tears.
I'll drift a whisper o'er to you
To tell that I am quietly calm;
Keeping time till your adieu
To flesh, upon the carol of a
Psalm of consummation. Now!
A fresh endeavour – we're forever
One together, resting yonder,
Cross our open plane of blue.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Wonder and Fear
Many, including I, often fear the future.
We fear life - because it's not concrete - because we cannot, and will not, learn it's mysteries.
Because nothing is certain.
And those who prosper - can thank only luck
How can one keep the good in mind? - they ask
I ripped a page out of Whitman, so that no matter where I went, I would always remember to celebrate myself.
For our atoms would keep each other company.
How can one overcome mortality whence the fall begins? - they ask
I don't think of it as falling, so much as flying.
But heavy thoughts - make me heavy.
What if history forgets us - they ask - How can one live forever?
Just as history repeats itself, so are we repeated - by embodiment - and inspiration. What inhumanity was mustard gas - was napalm - is now, atoms and pestilence and lasers.
They - as well as we - inspire - and embody - and live on.
Live on - to destroy. A purpose.
What purpose can there be in such chaos - that is the world? - they ask
Often I walk the road first - and find out after, where it leads.
poem by C.S. Smith
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