Poetry – A Quantum Poem

A Quantum Poem

This poem exists in two places at once

                And also does not exist at all.

                                It has no substance.

It changes its meaning

                As you read it

                                But has no meaning at all.

It is the building block

                For every poem

                                That has ever been written.

It is not a poem.

Then it is.

This poem has no rhyme or meter

                To look for one would defeat you.

It has no structure or form

                It is a wonder it was born.

The rules it follows are oblique

                Yet perfectly clear.

It uses words in lines

                To make its meaning queer.

No two people could read it the same

                That is the nature

                                Of this

                                                Universal game.

For this is a quantum poem.

                You cannot pin it down.

                                Every time you understand

                                                It changes.

Opher – 23.12.2019

It is not possible for my mind to marry the astounding reality of quantum physics with the physical world we live in.

Our world has substance. It has laws. It is rational.

The quantum world seems to exist on a different level. It does not work on Newtonian physics. It is weird.

The more we find out the more peculiar everything gets.

How can photons behave differently when watched? How can electrons be in two places at once and then disappear? How can subatomic particles arrive before they have left?

Some use this as an excuse, a spiritual answer. It reinforces their idea of god.

I choose to say it reinforces my sense of wonder and delight at nature.

There are no certainties or answers – just wider ignorance.

We should just appreciate the moments we are adrift within it – whatever this universe really is.

This is a quantum poem. It changes.




Everything’s the same

                Until it changes.

Stays the same

                Then rapidly rearranges

Life’s so strange.

                We think it lasts forever.

In the face of infinity

                We find we’re not so clever.

Day segues into day

                Til finally they run out.

Final minutes fade.

                That’s what it’s all about.

Oblivion to oblivion.

                Something to nothing.

Life into death:

                Lines that we are fluffing.

Opher – 1.12.2022

Death hangs over us in its many forms. Part of us knows that it will call one day but we chose to ignore that. In youth we challenge it. With age and experience, coupled with the loss of many that we love, we respect it more.

Our lives go on much the same, day after day, then, suddenly it all changes. We face death.

The universe rearranges itself.

Life is change. That’s reality. Nothing lasts forever. Nothing stays the same.



                Fits and starts,

A sniper and a Duke,

                Planes and towers,


                Bodies in the streets.

The world changes

                In sudden jerks.

                                It jumps.

Things are rarely the same for long.

Like a record

                Jumping between tracks.

Once it has jumped

                It can never go back.

Nothing will ever be the same.

                Lurching forwards

                                As events mutate

As decisions made by a few

                Dictate the lives

                                Of billions.

But not everything changes

                Some things stay the same.

Opher – 13.3.2022

Looking back through life one can see everything flowing along smoothly until, every now and then, there is a sudden jerk that changes things forever.

A sniper’s bullet killing an Archduke in Serbia leading to the First World War, the planes flying into the twin towers sparking waves of terrorism and horrendous wars that still resound through Brexit and Trump, now Putin’s invasion of Ukraine.

History jumps into something different in an instant.

Poetry – Ripples


The ripples we create

Streaming through the psychic breeze,

Caressing minds,

Like the wind through the trees,

Nudging pathways,

Changing how we think.

Like fish swimming in a mental sea

Drinking in,

Feeling the warmth of emotions;

Sharing visions.

Living in a mental soup

Of thoughts and dreams,

Bathing us in feelings.


So we may all grow.

Actions sending forth

Streams of power,

Streams of warmth,

Streams of love,

Or streams of hate.

Ripples rising

In the cosmic consciousness,




Changing moods,

Changing the future.

Eddies in time,

Ripples circling in rings.

Each eternal;

Each expanding,





Building into psychic waves,

Sipping at the shores of others,

Seeping into minds.

We all create the psychic flux;

The media in which we exist –

The zeitgeist.

We all contribute.

It is incumbent on us

To make it positive.

Ripples, eddies, waves and currents,

Cosmic forces, psychic reverberations

In eternal conflict.

Good and bad,

Ying and yang,

In eternal conflict.

The deeds we do,

For better, for worse,

Change the world,

Act by act,

Ripple by ripple,

Dream by dream,

Karma by karma.


The good we do,

Can become greater,

And build into psychic tsunamis.

For if we come together,


We can create such a positive force

It could swamp the world

For good.

Opher 9.1.2019

I believe there is a universal mood, a zeitgeist that is a result of the mental emanations of us all.

I believe that science will one day prove this interconnection. There is a psychology at work. We communicate.

At any one point in time there is a balance between that who emanate the hate, and those who emanate the love; those who are for compassion and those for greed.

It is the eternal battle.

We can contribute; we can alter it and our deeds and thoughts are the ripples that radiate out to touch the shores of others.

We all make the world the way it is.

Politician – Summer Dreams from Childhood

Summer Dreams from Childhood

I walk the meadows

Alive with splashed colour –

Impressionist’s dream

Of oxtail daisy, poppy and purple vetch.

By the hedgerow

The cowparsley stood bold

Above the feather-tops of grass,

Like cocky acacia on a diminutive British savannah.

In the cool of the shade,

By the reed rimmed pond,

The frogs jumped and splashed

As I passed by,

Pond skaters danced on invisible skin

And tadpoles cruised the depths,

Nosing the weed on which newts clung,

Still as statues

Alert with beady eyes.

Caterpillars spun their silken webs

Around the nettle heads

And clumped in colonies

Of black and yellow spiny families.

The green grass baked in the dynamo of heat’s electricity.

Only a soft breeze stirred the leaves in lazy caress,

To suck the moisture free

And rob the drying plants;

To carry off the spoils

Of the seeds and scents of a million petals,

Arid blades and seared soil.

The hum of nature –

The stridulation of grasshoppers

Merged with the rustle of tiny feet

On crisp leaves;

The drone of bees

As they trundle from flower-head to nectary

Laden down with yellow pollen-swollen legs,

Drunk with the heady sweet fumes.

Above, the butterflies silently dance

In tumbling multi-coloured clouds,

Spilling on the breeze in gay gavotte.

In the streams the sticklebacks,

With red bellies like aquatic robins,

Dash for cover

And dart from weed to bank, to hide

Safe within protective caverns

Hollowed out by crystal clear water,

As the currents eat out the overhangs

To which they zig-zag in a flash.

Grass-snakes, slow-worms and lizards bask

In the hot sun

And slide into the undergrowth

At the first vibration of footfall on soil –

Lizards jumping through the

Raffia grass with loud clatter

As I delight.

Pigeons coo and woo

As songbirds sought the highest perches

To sing their songs of love and fury –

Laying claim to all that they surveyed.

The world alive with scent, colour and life.

Summer sang with a song on interwoven melodies, big and small,

That set the spirit free,

In harmony

Of pleasure and peace.

Lying in the long grass,

Surrounded by bobbing flowers and creeping creatures,

In an island

Adrift from civilisation,

As the yellow sun

Gleamed down from a deep blue infinity,

Giving perspective

Through the lazy suds of clouds.

With all the time in the world.

Wanting for nothing more.

A world now locked away in the past,

In my memories,

And gone.

Opher 30.10.2016

Summer Dreams from Childhood

In the fifty five years that separate me from those days the world has changed immeasurably. The meadows are no longer full of colour and sound. The grass still dries in the hot sun but there are no longer the rustles of insects or drone of bees. The flowers are gone and the insects killed by pesticide. It is a silent world.

The ponds and streams are devoid of frogs, newts and sticklebacks, the countryside bereft of reptiles.

It is a sad world now. The poems of nature have been shredded by the carelessness and profit of the modern world and I cannot help thinking that we are all the less for it.

I plucked these pictures from my memory.

Phil Ochs – Changes – the most beautiful Love song – a eulogy to Life

This is the most beautiful song. A song of love and life that looks back over a lifetime. Everything is change. What a wonderful journey through this universe, through this life, through love.

Changes by Phil Ochs

Sit by my side, come as close as the air,
Share in a memory of gray;
Wander in my words, dream about the pictures
That I play of changes.

Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall
To brown and to yellow they fade.
And then they have to die, trapped within
The circle time parade of changes.

Scenes of my young years were warm in my mind,
Visions of shadows that shine.
Til one day I returned and found they were the
Victims of the vines of changes.

The world’s spinning madly, it drifts in the dark
Swings through a hollow of haze,
A race around the stars, a journey through
The universe ablaze with changes.

Moments of magic will glow in the night
All fears of the forest are gone
But when the morning breaks they’re swept away by
Golden drops of dawn, of changes.

Passions will part to a strange melody.
As fires will sometimes burn cold.
Like petals in the wind, we’re puppets to the silver
Strings of souls, of changes.

Your tears will be trembling, now we’re somewhere else,
One last cup of wine we will pour
And I’ll kiss you one more time, and leave you on
The rolling river shores of changes.

Phil Ochs – Changes – A beautiful song about how everything passes.

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Phil Ochs was a troubled genius. His songs are so passionate and thought provoking. This song is not a social/political one. It’s about how things come and go. We have to love them and give them up. Our loves, our lives are transitory. But there is beauty in that moment and we can look back at the beauty and share it.

Time brings changes and the new can be different and just as good. Our lives change. The passions die down. We grow old and die. But life goes on and those changes are all part of its richness. We leave something of us behind in the passing.

Phil certainly touched and changed a lot of people. He fought for a fairer world. It’s a fight that continues.

All life is change. Before we go we have a duty to make the world better.


Sit by my side, come as close as the air
And share in a memory of gray
And wander in my words
Dream about the pictures that I play of changes

Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall
To brown and to yellow, they fade
And then they have to die
Trapped within the circle time parade of changes

Scenes of my young years were warm in my mind
Visions of shadows that shine
‘Til one day I returned and found they were
The victims of the vines of changes

The world’s spinning madly, it drifts in the dark
It Swings through a hollow of haze
A race around the stars
Journey through the universe ablaze with changes

Moments of magic will glow in the night
All fears of the forest are gone
But when the morning breaks
They’re swept away by golden drops of dawn of changes

Passions will part to a strange melody
As fires will sometimes burn cold
Like petals in the wind
We’re puppets to the silver strings of souls of changes

Your tears will be trembling, now we’re somewhere else
One last cup of wine we will pour
And I’ll kiss you one more time
And leave you on the rolling river shore of changes

So sit by my side, come as close as the air
And share in a memory of gray
And wander in my words
Dream about the pictures that I play of changes

Read more: Phil Ochs – Changes Lyrics | MetroLyrics