Popular Poems About Science

Collections of matter
-- atoms of stardust and dinosaur shit --
that for some obscure reason
(or no reason at all)
have the ability to experience
their own existence.
That's all we are, really.
Maybe this sentience
is imbued upon us
by some Ultimate Sentience
that just wants to  
not
be
alone.
 
Or, maybe it's random physics.
Maybe it just IS.
Does it matter,
this immaterial insight?
 
Either way, we only get to operate
this meat suit
for a miniscule blink of...

does your hyperosmic eccentricities
make you an instant sniffer~ dog.. hit
by this an animalistic gifted streak…


or even so  better, make you
a uniquely magnifique maverick god


a magical synesthetic
to an esoteric mystique  
of whatever vagaries
of aromatic sensations


in an ease of a creative synthesise
to its brusque breakdown rapidities


anything & everything


from those high hanging
exotic ethereal perfumeries

to digging deep underground
an earthen...

The train rattled softly through the Georgia pines, golden hour spilling over fields of cotton like melted butter. I was scribbling equations in a weathered notebook—half-work, half-daydream—when the compartment door slid open.  

She entered like a controlled reaction: precise, inevitable. Her curls were auburn chaos pinned with a pencil, and her eyes held the warm, calculating gleam of a labradorite gem. A faded "Standing on the Shoulders of Giants"  tote-bag hung from her shoulder, stuffed with a biology textbook and a dog-eared copy of 'Cosmos'.

“Mind if I...

There’s a certain quirkiness about quarks
Those particles that are part of every atom
Smaller than what we can identify as small
At the core of all things we could possibly ever fathom

And yet when put together along with other elements
They seem to be the creative factor and driving force
From big stars
to violent worlds
and everything between
 Quarks are the smallest beings in the universe


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