Alan Bender


The Game Of Quantum Poker - Poem by Alan Bender

Bohr sees Einstein

God’s dice
are thrown one way,
but dark comes out of light,
which goes back to square one, no right
choice left.


Heisenberg calls Pauli

You are
not there? I must
leave first then you will come?
If I were you, then we would be
both here.


Clinical Dispensation


There is something special
about a knows-it-all,
They don’t ask questions,
or think beyond the pall.

Such would be extravagant,
risk exposure. Perchance
appear confused, or miss a step
in some mysterious dance.

In a land of safety and security,
the power of conviction never,
ever gets out of their control.
Colorless, they stay forever clever.


Comments about The Game Of Quantum Poker by Alan Bender

  • (5/19/2006 8:18:00 AM)


    Clever perhaps these chaps are but oft unread and ha! to that.
    Bet your bottom dollar more people have touched on (and been touched by) your pieces this day or any than those of Einstein, Bohr et al, and etcetera. etcetera. (that works better out loud) . And poems are so much easier to read than quantum physics, especially when the former is in such a form, Mr Staying-Clever!
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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 12, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, May 12, 2006


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