Poetry
177. Visionary, by James Kotsybar
He looked into the lens-system and saw
an unimaginably small world grow.
Now does this image in history draw
from van Leeuwenhoek or Galileo?
Through lenses both passed to another realm
in essence, since their broadened reference frame
allowed them visions that could overwhelm.
Then for everyone nothing stayed the same.
The vaster one’s view the clearer things get,
of cosmic, subatomic, even time,
and, while the masses may first be upset,
brought to some summit that they didn’t climb,
it’s crucial so all the ingenious might
be informed of the remarkable sight. *
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164. Physics Model
Physics is a strange, secular mistress
who spends her time with concepts and with laws.
These she embellishes with equations,
and revisions are made (some with distress)
oft’ to include experimental flaws
which lead to whole other realizations.
She makes Order’s bed and goes off to War -
very constant is her uncertainty -
her subatomic pandemonium –
micro-cosmic mystique, feared and adored -
wild, extreme and unfathomed, certainly.
Love’s not her field; she’s yet to study him.
Those who would woo Physics might think on this:
Klein bottle models don’t have mouths – can’t kiss.
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161. Survival of the witless
When fire, water, earth and air were thought
to be the elementals that composed
all matter, folks did not become distraught
at what avant-garde chemists then proposed.
Most understand that the Earth is a sphere
(with only one natural satellite);
no matter where folks sail they do not fear
they’ll reach the edge and fall into the night.
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159. San Grail? Sangria?
From humblest manger beginnings, He
grew a wit to teach the Temple’s teachers,
but in His age, the sad reality:
The world was rife with prophets and preachers.
He was a novelty, a prodigy -
received as well then as such are today -
childlike, unsettling ‘Od’ity
and Upstart Who crossed all class boundary.
Until He was grown, this carpenter’s Son
won no followers, had no fun or friends,
seemed consigned to the same oblivion
as other prophets who met quiet ends.
But His public career got launched just fine,
since His first miracle was making wine.
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153. Quantum melody
Below subatomic, the particles
slip through Heisenberg’s uncertainty nets.
They cannot even be called articles;
they’re just mathematical epithets.
Though we may say they have up or down spins
(we may even find them charming or strange),
like angels that dance on the heads of pins,
it takes metaphysics to find their range.
They have no shape we can define, except
as bleary fields of energy. Until
we measure them, there’s no place where they’re kept;
their locus is totally vibratile.
They pluck at space like an instrument string,
at this scale. Quark! The hadron angels sing!
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140. First two weeks of December at NEQNET
Dear friends
Before I proceed to the (becoming usual already) list of posts published at NEQNET during the last two weeks, let me say a couple of words about the blog itself, which is currently the source of my pride 
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139. Illuminated
Dmitry has been kind enough to offer me space here. I hope I can live up to being the bard of physics. I may include verse dealing with other sciences such as biology. I hope it continues to amuse all who happen here.
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128. Melancholy
Jim Kotsybar has just sent me his another poem, which I liked very much (as usual) and would want to share it with you. And yes, very often such a poem would reflect perfectly the mood of a physicist…
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