Poetry in Motion When I see my baby, What do I see... Poetry! Poetry in motion, poetry in motion, Walkin' by my side. Her lovely locomotion, Keeps my eyes open wide! Poetry in motion, see her gentle sway... A wave out on the ocean, could never move that way. I love every movement, and there's nothing I would change. She doesn't need improvement, she's much too nice to rearrange. Poetry in motion, dancing close to me. A flower of devotion, A swaying gracefully. Whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Poetry in motion, all that I adore. No number-nine love potion, Could make me love her more! (Ronald L Mack)
I decided to include this poem in my book and haven't changed a word. It provides a humorous adult potty humor view of poetry in motion. Sex without a well developed sense of humor is known as teenage angst. Note that the words are so vague, they can actually describe two black holes merging. Black holes are widely considered the most likely macroscopic manifestation of quantum mechanics, and quantum objects in their own rite. Two giant black holes in the center of a galaxy are believed to make mince meat out of space-time, and a new gravity wave detector going into orbit behind the earth, LISA, or even the ones we have now, could possibly detect evidence of tachyons or who knows what, maybe a previous universe or something.
