"invariant" poems
For translational
invariant functions
The Lebesgue measure is an example of such a function;
In geometry, a translation "slides"
a thing by a: Ta(p) = p + a.
In physics and mathematics,
continuous translational symmetry
is the invariance of a system of
equations under any translation.
Discrete translational symmetry
is invariant under discrete translation;
Analogously an operator A on functions
is said to be translationally invariant
with respect to a translation operator
{\display style T_{\delta }} T_{\delta }
if the result after applying A doesn't change
if the argument function is translated.
More precisely it must hold that:
{\display style \for all \delta \
Af=A(T_{\delta }f).\,}
\for all \delta \ Af=A(T_{\delta
}f).\,
Laws of physics are translationally invariant
under a spatial translation
if they do not distinguish
different points in space.
According to Noether's theorem,
space translational symmetry of a physical system
is equivalent to the momentum conservation law.
Translational symmetry of any woman
means that a particular translation does not change her.
For a given woman, the translations
for which this applies form a group,
the symmetry group, or, if the women
have more kinds of symmetry, a subgroup of the symmetry group.
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 1:53 AM UTC
The sweet, reassuring drone
of the furnace
and
the invariant scratch
of graphite on paper
The clock ticks faintly, a groan
a pulse's race
and
the slight sigh of a match
known sole to a draper.
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 9:44 PM UTC
i’m just not sure what you expected
wasting through the flesh of your palm
as if some invariant nightmare was worth chasing
right through your ******* palm
**** off distraction
don’t pretend you’re worth anything
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 4:26 AM UTC
I'm letting you go, dear past
you're the ether that scientists thought to carry the light
they discovered you don't really exist (the speed of light is invariant for every observer)
I have things to live, new adventures to imagine
the dream scared to wake up
dear, it's time to take a chance...
'Cause
She won't be there again to write in my cherished books
And I will give her a happy ending and say hello when we meet again
She was so nice but left unexplained and there is nothing to do
And if you by chance knock my door again, ask for a cup of tea
please remember you won't stay after 10 unless you're real
I'm keeping some music preserved, you know
like the stars save a million years that you can travel to
they found a lifetime it's actually enough (time dilates and space contracts)
I have memories to make, friendships to shield
the soul afraid of dying
hey, now learns to live and fly...
'Cause
He won't remember the tears I shed some nights before
Or how he kissed me in the parking lot when we thought nobody watched
They were so sweet, dear, but have never happened at all
We can talk like old friends, forgotten lovers, listen to some songs
please remember you are a treasure but you are gone
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 5:57 PM UTC
Love is more than all things
in the light enticingly stand
Love is more than the memories
more beauty in twilight go,
Love is greater than all beings,
who covet much and long that,
after more or less erudite
one goeth others corridor
Love is more than all what is seen
by world weaving loom drives
after one of the perhaps waring
the figure that remains flawless
Love is that, motionless shining,
doing all that is moving
Appearing ever, never disappearing,
brightest and mystery
Love in all things lives and weaves so they are
Love is in the memories the invariant line
Love is what all beings the heart does
go to others around
so without anything erudite
one to the other looks, the other looks to one
Love is what all is and what is seen
one instinct is where it floats by
Love is behind all the might
the figure who remains flawless.
Love is true and eternal
Love is the seen and The Unseen
Love is Love All Above
The One and Only Unconditional
Love is true and eternal
in the masterful human brain
itself nesting warm
by Love´s reign....
© by Sylvia Frances Chan
HP [email protected] hrs p.m.
14th Nov 2014
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 1:03 PM UTC
Invariant exaltation these beings of light, loyalty and true.You to us the image we bear. Our hearts, our minds, God make them new.
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 2:03 PM UTC
Think nothing of water which percolates,
Liquid evaporates.
Such are the forms trapped within themselves,
Meaningless rotes.
By formlessness corporeal,
But with materiality intangible.
Forlorn immolation;
Condensates re-saturate, only different.
Incongruent crystallization;
And they say there is change!
By factors invariant,
But with sums nonconstant.
A laugh is a laugh, verbalized or written -
It's still the same fundamentally.
Tears are tears, dribbled or scribbled -
It's still the same in essentiality.
By elements unproposed,
But with totalities nonexistent.
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 2:49 AM UTC
Occasionally I inquire what it'd be like to be
A mind as shallow as those around me
They never think of anything unusual
Nothing that they haven't heard before
Nothing they aren't told to, nothing crucial
They never search for keys to unopened doors
How boring it must be to live in such a brain
Where imagination simply doesn't exist
Where all that they dream up is purely plain
And nothing ever has an unexpected twist
They don't ask questions that don't have answers
They can't stand stillness and never stop to ponder
All that they speak is meaningless banter
They refuse to open their minds to galaxies of wonder
But every once in a while I get curious
Until I'm quickly reminded of their invariance
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 11:56 AM UTC