Is it possible for POETRY to express any scientific paradigms ?

[Mike Smith Cosmos]

Freedom , Initiative, and the great Wave

 

The silver mill pond, expansive threads,

tranquil, still and untouched.

Forever yours and yours alone

despite the clamour of lifes cyclone.

the individual only bears the right,

to touch this medium of light.

yet once set free by a mark of thought,

will never, ever, return with nought.

As now it lays, awaiting , unmarked,

Forever, ready, to be sparked.

 

The mystery is! from where does it come?,

creative thought! its born alone.

Soon to fade, like cobwebs in the dew,

lest a favoured lodging place does ensue.

Only its host can provide a way,

to give this newborn, energy.

But now with impetus and ownership,

the idea,gains strength, for a trip.

Launched from the loch gates of self,

the new initiative embarks with wealth.

 

Millions mass on leaving their respective ports,

something wonderful forming, unable to abort.

A wall, bracing, seeking time ,space, and a way,

beautiful, relentless, reaching to touch the end of day..

This Tsunami, raging forward like a wall of thought,

Flows through now, making something of nought.

As yet undetermined and without form,

The Future, like a void, bows to all who storm.

'Makers of the Future' surf on , in exquisite delight,

Ten billion souls, go with this ' Great Wave of Light '.

 

 

 

MKS

Edited April 22, 2014 by Mike Smith Cosmos

[swansont]

There's the one that discusses the spectral response of genus Rosa and genus Viola, and the effects on human mating habits.

[Endy0816]

Relativity.

 

There was a young lady named Bright
Whose speed was far faster than light;
She set out one day
In a relative way
And returned on the previous night.

[swansont]

Johnny was a chemist
But Johnny is no more
For what he thought was H₂0
Was H₂SO₄

[Phi for All]

Haiku:

 

You make my head spin,

and angular momentum

won't stop me falling.

[Mike Smith Cosmos]

Stars, Consciousness, and Black Holes

 

 

Floating, aimlessly,as a distant speck,

Aeons passing, in a sea of black.

Nothingness,spreads it's cloak

Inviting restless happenings.

 

Amidst the stream of time,comes

The merest tug, beckoning from afar.

 

A star is born.

 

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An isolated response, knows no place

Alone, it wanders the cosmic expanse.

Ten thousand before it,wander abroad

Alone yet,missing a companion.

The gentle tug through time

Brings, direction and goal

A travelling companion

- Meaning.

 

Now together, we are drawn to others of our kind

The more we join, the more we feel.

-Feeling.

 

A flash of understanding

- Consciousness

 

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And so we journey, where nought else can go

A distant constellation, proves no boundary.

Skipping across the intergalactic void

M89, invites us, into its rim.

The central core, the inward voyage.

Sucked by immense forces, no turning back.

Puncturing the event horizon, and all is change.

Inside the black hole, still and peace.

On towards the centre, where a thousand suns have gone before

To the quantum foam, singularity, alone.

Through right angles, join the plasma gun

Thundering at light speed, mass and sun.

Cacophony roars 1000 light years out.

The universe again , is sprayed with dust and light.

 

 

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[Elite Engineer]

I know Edgar Allen Poe wrote a poem/ essay describing or "solving: Olbers paradox:

 

"Were the succession of stars endless, then the background of the sky would present us a uniform luminosity, like that displayed by the Galaxy – since there could be absolutely no point, in all that background, at which would not exist a star. The only mode, therefore, in which, under such a state of affairs, we could comprehend the voids which our telescopes find in innumerable

directions, would be by supposing the distance of the invisible background so immense that no ray from it has yet been able to reach us at all"

 

-EAP