#beaming - Hello Poetry

At the limit of light speed, where matter manifests as bits no bigger than a smidgeon, super small but all at once conditions at cosmic cloud base forming once not here and there, but at that point, right then all at once when photons happened where no photons had been. then, everything that ever slowed to solid state reflection just generated such stars as we must just imagine growing so big as to explode, into the vast emptiness of never yet been, emptiness, spacetime room to expand and live and learn knowing the stuff stars disintegrate into, phosphorus and carbon and all the metals unknown to Adam and his get for a while. Rose lensed eyes detected Rhodium, and later discovered catalytic conversion results in Rhodium air. Just now, on the doomsday clock, in Sagan's last minute one curious impulse led one time into alchemical overload so well-orchestrated a harmonia, in a bubble of us thinking this. Well, we who have elementary curiosity granted imaginary friends as real to one as to another, sitting round a fire, stirring smithereens to flight, listening to old ones thinking uncussing unknowns kept too sacred to share with stupid kids, known now by any with general internet access technical literacy, this lets us learn how babies are made, or not, literally essential intuition, see, we feel we once were storyless, whinging sooks such as we perceive once more being born into war. In the distance we leave being all the old ones say we were. Today, we wake up in Gaza City, and we are as motherless children free from old constraints, save growling hunger and shivering cold. -- stop to think yourself just four or five, alive, in Gaza city, surviving all these months in a basement kitchen with drainage and a drip and sacks and sacks of horded chicken feed. Take your time, old become, and far far away… marching through the noise orchestrated, harmless through quieting down, settle into rhythm, ever learning, never to learn everything, as matters scale, nanograms per liter, to know all of us are a little bit new. No generation before us had discernible Rhodium in us, used to be… using us to become discretely all ways otherwise. Because we breathe catalyzed air, discretely infusing us as one kind, a species totally dependent on learning forever just to live. Suspicions sneaking by suggest the color Rhodium is named for. We suddenly leave be so known most certainly, we are new creatures. We, first with these electrified realized truths, adapted to good sense where with any able to handle the truth are used for realizing good news. -------------------------------- AI says: If Earth were a nanoparticle in the "cosmic soup," the observable universe would be the "vat." The observable universe is about 93 billion light-years across. Earth's diameter is about 12,742 kilometers. {Earth's circumference, so how far from me to anyone is thinkably close} Al answers instantly: At the equator: Approximately 24,901 miles (40,075 km). {fake the math, we are so very near each other} The scale difference is so vast that if the observable universe were shrunk to the size of Earth, our planet would be reduced to a size smaller than an atom—roughly 1/180th of an atom's diameter. So, the "vat" would contain the entire observable universe, emphasizing Earth's near-infinitesimal scale within it. And the squish brains of all of us happened to occur in this vat. For all the good we may imagine doing, at scale. All our brains on point in the universal vat.

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Apr 26

Apr 26, 2026 at 11:26 AM UTC

kenpepiton

Rhodium is rosy colored, true.

At the limit of light speed, where matter manifests as bits no bigger than a smidgeon, super small but all at once conditions at cosmic cloud base forming once not here and there, but at that point, right then all at once when photons happened where no photons had been. then, everything that ever slowed to solid state reflection just generated such stars as we must just imagine growing so big as to explode, into the vast emptiness of never yet been, emptiness, spacetime room to expand and live and learn knowing the stuff stars disintegrate into, phosphorus and carbon and all the metals unknown to Adam and his get for a while. Rose lensed eyes detected Rhodium, and later discovered catalytic conversion results in Rhodium air. Just now, on the doomsday clock, in Sagan's last minute one curious impulse led one time into alchemical overload so well-orchestrated a harmonia, in a bubble of us thinking this. Well, we who have elementary curiosity granted imaginary friends as real to one as to another, sitting round a fire, stirring smithereens to flight, listening to old ones thinking uncussing unknowns kept too sacred to share with stupid kids, known now by any with general internet access technical literacy, this lets us learn how babies are made, or not, literally essential intuition, see, we feel we once were storyless, whinging sooks such as we perceive once more being born into war. In the distance we leave being all the old ones say we were. Today, we wake up in Gaza City, and we are as motherless children free from old constraints, save growling hunger and shivering cold. -- stop to think yourself just four or five, alive, in Gaza city, surviving all these months in a basement kitchen with drainage and a drip and sacks and sacks of horded chicken feed. Take your time, old become, and far far away… marching through the noise orchestrated, harmless through quieting down, settle into rhythm, ever learning, never to learn everything, as matters scale, nanograms per liter, to know all of us are a little bit new. No generation before us had discernible Rhodium in us, used to be… using us to become discretely all ways otherwise. Because we breathe catalyzed air, discretely infusing us as one kind, a species totally dependent on learning forever just to live. Suspicions sneaking by suggest the color Rhodium is named for. We suddenly leave be so known most certainly, we are new creatures. We, first with these electrified realized truths, adapted to good sense where with any able to handle the truth are used for realizing good news. -------------------------------- AI says: If Earth were a nanoparticle in the "cosmic soup," the observable universe would be the "vat." The observable universe is about 93 billion light-years across. Earth's diameter is about 12,742 kilometers. {Earth's circumference, so how far from me to anyone is thinkably close} Al answers instantly: At the equator: Approximately 24,901 miles (40,075 km). {fake the math, we are so very near each other} The scale difference is so vast that if the observable universe were shrunk to the size of Earth, our planet would be reduced to a size smaller than an atom—roughly 1/180th of an atom's diameter. So, the "vat" would contain the entire observable universe, emphasizing Earth's near-infinitesimal scale within it. And the squish brains of all of us happened to occur in this vat. For all the good we may imagine doing, at scale. All our brains on point in the universal vat.

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The next Morning after a stormy night, I wake up to peeling fresh ginger and lime, How beautiful it is to see this new day. As i sit on my bed with window open and the blue sky shining bright while this summers sun is beaming naturally against the green leafy trees, i gently sip onto this fruit filled spiced water of purity. The breeze of the summer floats through the window and i feel it brush against my delicate skin. Longing to taste and smell Summer's last few pieces of nature's breath air. Cool and windy, i can see that Summer in slowly coming to an end.

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Aug 5, 2020

Aug 5, 2020 at 11:30 AM UTC

EmotionlessEmotions

Augusts last breath

The next Morning after a stormy night, I wake up to peeling fresh ginger and lime, How beautiful it is to see this new day. As i sit on my bed with window open and the blue sky shining bright while this summers sun is beaming naturally against the green leafy trees, i gently sip onto this fruit filled spiced water of purity. The breeze of the summer floats through the window and i feel it brush against my delicate skin. Longing to taste and smell Summer's last few pieces of nature's breath air. Cool and windy, i can see that Summer in slowly coming to an end.

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Feb 18, 2019

Feb 18, 2019 at 7:47 PM UTC

when there was no muse, I sat in the dull light with you wasting away were the streets to your door night as the stamp that said go, we found the sunlight cold anything that kept us apart was the depths of not now that I know of another place, another you we can talk of nothing and not care that it will be nothing but bliss’ beaming, it’s our something, I’m your dose of thrilling

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Sep 19, 2018

Sep 19, 2018 at 5:27 PM UTC

Leslie_Ledezma

Dose of Thrilling

when there was no muse, I sat in the dull light with you wasting away were the streets to your door night as the stamp that said go, we found the sunlight cold anything that kept us apart was the depths of not now that I know of another place, another you we can talk of nothing and not care that it will be nothing but bliss’ beaming, it’s our something, I’m your dose of thrilling

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rocks held my troubles & got tossed in the ocean where they sank deeply in the depths of the roaring cage that couldn’t arrest my soul. i thanked the moon & watched as her body glowed and waned to a milky curve – crescent, like the smile of a satisfied lover. the waves met me at the shore longing to embrace but instead whispering in between tender crashes, you are hallowed, not hollow you are hallowed, not hollow. i understood.

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Mar 28, 2018

Mar 28, 2018 at 2:40 PM UTC

crysholly

r+c

rocks held my troubles & got tossed in the ocean where they sank deeply in the depths of the roaring cage that couldn’t arrest my soul. i thanked the moon & watched as her body glowed and waned to a milky curve – crescent, like the smile of a satisfied lover. the waves met me at the shore longing to embrace but instead whispering in between tender crashes, you are hallowed, not hollow you are hallowed, not hollow. i understood.

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Don't let me be misunderstood the Lord must have sent you but we know how that goes messengers appear, leave faster too. Saying, don't let me be misunderstood Only possible with a voice gleaming bright and loud; that's what you like. Goodbye soft smiles, warm and aware hard to say if we'll meet again hurts, but i'll let you live you're life.

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Dec 28, 2017

Dec 28, 2017 at 7:50 PM UTC

Leslie_Ledezma

Wilder Still

Don't let me be misunderstood the Lord must have sent you but we know how that goes messengers appear, leave faster too. Saying, don't let me be misunderstood Only possible with a voice gleaming bright and loud; that's what you like. Goodbye soft smiles, warm and aware hard to say if we'll meet again hurts, but i'll let you live you're life.

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The Sun’s beaming smile Bathes the plains with gold. Lord of the heavens, Circled by your sons We call planets, Your searing heat Keeps us warm And well. I love the summer With those shiny beaches: Radiant reflections Kissed by sky-blue surf. Sun, you are a surge of nuclear bombs Devastating the darkness, Destroying the frosts of outer space. Blindingly beautiful Yet you redden evening clouds: Red sky at night delight Indeed. Ball, orb, sphere, call you what you will, Sol if you prefer. The pale moon mimics you Even blocks you at times, But you are never eclipsed for long. The sky is your playing field Though the starry crowd is hidden From your fiery light. See the sky brighten Just before dawn, Then witness the birth Of another fine day. Paul Butters

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Jun 15, 2015

Jun 15, 2015 at 6:19 AM UTC

paul-butters

Sun

The Sun’s beaming smile Bathes the plains with gold. Lord of the heavens, Circled by your sons We call planets, Your searing heat Keeps us warm And well. I love the summer With those shiny beaches: Radiant reflections Kissed by sky-blue surf. Sun, you are a surge of nuclear bombs Devastating the darkness, Destroying the frosts of outer space. Blindingly beautiful Yet you redden evening clouds: Red sky at night delight Indeed. Ball, orb, sphere, call you what you will, Sol if you prefer. The pale moon mimics you Even blocks you at times, But you are never eclipsed for long. The sky is your playing field Though the starry crowd is hidden From your fiery light. See the sky brighten Just before dawn, Then witness the birth Of another fine day. Paul Butters

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Like the fabulous shooting star in the brightness of the night Over the beaming moonlight and sparkling twinkling stars Viewing this enchanting spirits gathering together Enlightening your path and revealing your faith ...

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Aug 2, 2014

Aug 2, 2014 at 9:26 PM UTC

faithfulsoul

L.O.V.E

Like the fabulous shooting star in the brightness of the night Over the beaming moonlight and sparkling twinkling stars Viewing this enchanting spirits gathering together Enlightening your path and revealing your faith ...

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