Poems About Science Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about science seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
ELVIS
I know this is going to be a shock,
for some people,
but Elvis is dead.
That's why "crazy people"
should accept the facts at once
and move on.
How do I know Elvis is dead?
Because I am able to apply
the scientific methodology.
Now, I bet you will be asking yourself about
of the specificities of the scientific method,
and how it can be applied
to prove things based
on the facts we have at hand.
You were curious and want to know much more, right?
Well, bad luck my dears. ...
for some people,
but Elvis is dead.
That's why "crazy people"
should accept the facts at once
and move on.
How do I know Elvis is dead?
Because I am able to apply
the scientific methodology.
Now, I bet you will be asking yourself about
of the specificities of the scientific method,
and how it can be applied
to prove things based
on the facts we have at hand.
You were curious and want to know much more, right?
Well, bad luck my dears. ...
#science
#music
#dance
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Time Flows Like a River, Version 2
Time flows like a river up here in the sky,
Ever-changing, ever-flowing, never still.
I am a leaf, drifting along its course,
At the mercy of the current, without choice.
But then I see a black hole looming in the distance,
A dark and hungry beast that defies all resistance.
I am drawn to it, like a moth to a flame,
And I wonder what lies beyond the abyss.
I get closer and closer, until I can see the light
Twisting and turning as it is sucked in.
I feel the time slowing down, as if I am in a dream,
And I wonder what will...
Ever-changing, ever-flowing, never still.
I am a leaf, drifting along its course,
At the mercy of the current, without choice.
But then I see a black hole looming in the distance,
A dark and hungry beast that defies all resistance.
I am drawn to it, like a moth to a flame,
And I wonder what lies beyond the abyss.
I get closer and closer, until I can see the light
Twisting and turning as it is sucked in.
I feel the time slowing down, as if I am in a dream,
And I wonder what will...
#science
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2 Comments
Up Here
Time is a river up here in the sky, It don’t go straight, it don’t go by. It just keeps on flowing with a mighty force, And I’m just a leaf that’s drifting along its course.
But then I behold a black hole looming in the distance, A dark and hungry beast that defies all resistance. And I sense a pull that I can’t resist, And I wonder what lies beyond the abyss.
I get closer and closer to the point of no return, And I witness the light twisting and turning. And I experience the time stretching and slowing, And I wonder what will happen to my being.
I cross the...
But then I behold a black hole looming in the distance, A dark and hungry beast that defies all resistance. And I sense a pull that I can’t resist, And I wonder what lies beyond the abyss.
I get closer and closer to the point of no return, And I witness the light twisting and turning. And I experience the time stretching and slowing, And I wonder what will happen to my being.
I cross the...
#science
#universe
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unfounded
the archaeologist thought he’d unearthed god on an archeological dig in suffolk and, following much research, he published his findings were later to be discounted ..
#science
#God
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Baby Pictures of a Universe
We will reach back into time and hope
to catch echoes of the hand of God,
just after the swizzling of the waters,
after joyfully making many
He hung the planets on trees of light
while shy galaxies peep from behind
cosmic cliffs, waiting, the wakes of each
finger limning ghostly jets and swirls
We see his breath in nurseries of stars,
here was a god pleased with handiwork,
creating not yet soured by creation
Did he balk before making the man?
Did he sigh when it crawled out, traded
fins for limbs,...
to catch echoes of the hand of God,
just after the swizzling of the waters,
after joyfully making many
He hung the planets on trees of light
while shy galaxies peep from behind
cosmic cliffs, waiting, the wakes of each
finger limning ghostly jets and swirls
We see his breath in nurseries of stars,
here was a god pleased with handiwork,
creating not yet soured by creation
Did he balk before making the man?
Did he sigh when it crawled out, traded
fins for limbs,...
#science
#universe
#God
#humankind
#astronomy
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his reliance upon song
utterly technophobic, he couldn’t answer the phone without getting it wrong
#technology
#science
#WritingPoetry
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innocence
what is innocence except
a monkey on a rack
or in a hole
observed by scientific eyes
bespectacled and sheer
and hands above a golden watch
delineating notes
on how the monkey’s eyes reflect
a dimming of the light
as if its love’s capacity
is withering like plants
in an abandoned house
a monkey on a rack
or in a hole
observed by scientific eyes
bespectacled and sheer
and hands above a golden watch
delineating notes
on how the monkey’s eyes reflect
a dimming of the light
as if its love’s capacity
is withering like plants
in an abandoned house
#love
#oppression
#science #evil
#science #evil
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Haiku/Senryu, Nr.10 — Strange Concept
Destroy the planet.
Replace with promises of
new technology.
Replace with promises of
new technology.
#technology
#war
#science
#environment
#nature
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Mnemosyne!
It's true!
Man has a whispering spirit!
It comes sneaking in on every breath
Where the trachea will steer it
In and out until our death.
But it's only something that we borrow
Each and every temporary day
To get us to our sacred tomorrow
That we can't get to any other way.
And so there is a magic in the air
That comes down to us from the sky;
A magic with which we must take care,
Since no concept would ever clarify
Without tons of phytoplanktonic aid...
From the seven seas big...
Man has a whispering spirit!
It comes sneaking in on every breath
Where the trachea will steer it
In and out until our death.
But it's only something that we borrow
Each and every temporary day
To get us to our sacred tomorrow
That we can't get to any other way.
And so there is a magic in the air
That comes down to us from the sky;
A magic with which we must take care,
Since no concept would ever clarify
Without tons of phytoplanktonic aid...
From the seven seas big...
#science
#environment
#pollution #LifeCycle
#pollution #LifeCycle
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5 Comments
conversion
when I think of it I see
a little room,
a bland white box, perhaps,
with smiling do-good chaps
whose dark pronouncements
resemble prayers about
a great monstrosity, the oddments
of their trade removed
and placed on a subject’s temples.
the smile itself is a temple on
these sheer and tense faces,
betraying inhuman design
as if to say ‘we’ll make you well again,
with just a little of the rope, thumbscrew,
and electricity, we’ll straighten you out
and make you anew.’
and so with much screaming later ...
a little room,
a bland white box, perhaps,
with smiling do-good chaps
whose dark pronouncements
resemble prayers about
a great monstrosity, the oddments
of their trade removed
and placed on a subject’s temples.
the smile itself is a temple on
these sheer and tense faces,
betraying inhuman design
as if to say ‘we’ll make you well again,
with just a little of the rope, thumbscrew,
and electricity, we’ll straighten you out
and make you anew.’
and so with much screaming later ...
#oppression
#science
#LGBT #HumanRights
#LGBT #HumanRights
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Restore my Wasted Terrain
As above
so below
There was a
microscopic
war in heaven
as we observe
News-fantasy-tv
A demon
was cast down
from my heaven
Germaphobia
hands tied and
falling from
a slippery slope
An Angel of terrain
Thessalonica
arose with
wholistic healing
upon the feathers
of her fruited plain
She restores my health
again
so below
There was a
microscopic
war in heaven
as we observe
News-fantasy-tv
A demon
was cast down
from my heaven
Germaphobia
hands tied and
falling from
a slippery slope
An Angel of terrain
Thessalonica
arose with
wholistic healing
upon the feathers
of her fruited plain
She restores my health
again
#science
#nature
#healing
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A Want of Quanta
I for one prefer a coupled pair
a forever entanglement
a most discrete discretion
to finally flip this momentous spin
end before I even dare begin
always certain of my uncertainty
being exclusive in my principles
avoiding all retribution
in a probabilistic distribution
an expanse collapsing in upon itself
a forever entanglement
a most discrete discretion
to finally flip this momentous spin
end before I even dare begin
always certain of my uncertainty
being exclusive in my principles
avoiding all retribution
in a probabilistic distribution
an expanse collapsing in upon itself
#science
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
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DU Poetry : Poems About Science Seeking Honest Critique