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Isaac May 2020
How beautiful is the Present;
A gift of infinite choice!
Written 15 May 2020
-elixir- May 2020
Silence is grim.
Silence is liberating.
Silence is peace.
Silence is war.
Silence is safe.
Silence is dangerous.
Silence is love.
SIlence the answer to some.
Silence dooms.
Silence is rebirth.
Silence is emotion.
Silence is torture.
Silence to lead.
Silence to learn.
Silence for the ignorant.
Silence is unlimited.
                so what's your silence about?
Silence is the language for those who wish to understand and portray a plethora of things in their minds
Michael R Burch May 2020
It’s Hard Not To Be Optimistic: An Updated Sonnet to Science
by Michael R. Burch

“DNA has cured deadly diseases and allowed
labs to create animals with fantastic new
features.” ― U.S. News & World Report

It’s hard not to be optimistic
when things are so wondrously futuristic:
when DNA, our new Louie Pasteur,
can effect an autonomous, miraculous cure,
while labs churn out fluorescent monkeys
who, with infinite typewriters, might soon outdo USN&WR’s flunkeys.

It’s hard not to be optimistic
when the world is so delightfully pluralistic:
when Schrödinger’s cat is both dead and alive,
and Hawking says time can run backwards. We thrive,
befuddled drones, on someone else’s regurgitated nectar,
while our cheers drown out poet-alarmists who might Hector

the Achilles heel of pure science (common sense)
and reporters who tap out supersillyous nonsense.

NOTE: I am a fan of both real science and science fiction, and I like to think I can tell the difference, at least between the two extremes. I feel confident that Schrödinger didn’t think the cat in his famous experiment was both dead and alive. Rather, he was pointing out that we can’t know until we open the box, scratchings and smell aside. While traveling backwards in time is great for science fiction, it seems extremely doubtful as a practical application. And as for DNA curing deadly diseases ... well, it must have created them, so perhaps don’t give it too much credit!

Submitted to U.S. News & World Report

Dear Editor,

While I’m usually a fan of your magazine, as a writer I must take to task the Frankensteinian logic of the excerpt I cited, and I challenge you to publish my “letter” as proof that poets do have a function in the third millennium, even if it is only to suggest that paid writers should not create such outlandish, freakish horrors of the English language.

Somewhat irked, but still a fan,
Michael R. Burch

Keywords/Tags: science, fiction, quantum, physics, Hawking, Schrodinger, cat, DNA, infinite, monkeys, typewriters, Shakespeare, lab, animals, new, features
hiba sajid May 2020
A beautiful mind
like the universe,
Vast and heavenly,
With galaxies of undiscovered potential.
Countless unique and unruly thoughts,
That align like the billions of stars in the sky.

We are higher than we think we are.
We are infinite.
Tiny infinite minds
searching for answers deep within our soul and all around us.
We are a beautiful mind,
in a beautiful universe.
Grey May 2020
Laughing, we dare each other
to jump into the crystal-clear fountains
and gaze at the bright blue sky
obstructed only by the Eiffel Tower in the distance.
Our splashes alert the security guards and we run,
unable to keep from giggling as they yell after us.
Stumbling towards a field of lush green grass,
we collapse against each other and grin,
comfortable in our warm silence.
As twilight nears, we splurge
on freshly-baked pastries
and gelato the color of emeralds,
huddling against the cold
in our soaking wet turtleneck sweaters.
Fingers intertwined, we run through the city streets
until we don't remember which way we came.
We slow, panting through our smiles
as we take in our surroundings.
We're on a bridge, the dark skies and glistening stars
reflected by the rippling water below.
We stop a vendor packing up for the night
and write our names on a golden lock.
We hook it to the bridge and throw away the key,
watching it sparkle in the moonlight
before sinking into the water
and drifting to the river bottom.
She cups my face in her hand
and leans in close
so the swirling fog from our breaths meld into one
and warms our flushed cheeks.
I gently pull her against me and close the distance between us,
our lips speaking more than the most beautiful poems
and our love as infinite as the skies stretching above us.
5/3/2020
The sentence structure is super repetitive but I think it's kind of cute despite that.

There's a bridge in Paris called the lock bridge where couples will write their names on a lock and lock it to the bridge then throw the key away, symbolizing that their love will last forever.
Parinoor Apr 2020
being awake at 4 am
I thought of everything
and yet nothing was in my mind.

I looked out the window
at a world half sleep
dreaming and still dreamless.

everything was timeless,
a world hung in-between
everything and nothing all.

I existed,
and yet I didn't.

yesterday had gone
but today wasn't here yet.
so where was I?
who was I?

I was meaningless
but I could still be defined.
I was everyone and everything,
and yet, no one and nothing.

for in those moments,
I was infinite.
Matthew Rousseau Apr 2020
On my way I see
A pin-***** perimeter
For infinity
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