types of vortex, helped by google translate

δίνη- vortex, swirl, maelstrom, whirl, eddy
στρόβιλος- turbine, vortex, swirl, whirlwind, whirl, scurry
ίλιγγος - vertigo, dizziness, staggers, vortex, swirl

col·lab·o·rate vs corroborate found by google search

cor·rob·o·rate

/kəˈräbəˌrāt/

verb

verb: corroborate; 3rd person present: corroborates; past tense: corroborated; past participle: corroborated; gerund or present participle: corroborating

1. confirm or give support to (a statement, theory, or finding).

   "the witness had corroborated the boy's account of the attack"

   synonyms:

   confirm, verify, endorse, ratify, authenticate, validate, certify; More

col·lab·o·rate

/kəˈlabəˌrāt/

verb

verb: collaborate; 3rd person present: collaborates; past tense: collaborated; past participle: collaborated; gerund or present participle: collaborating

1. work jointly on an activity, especially to produce or create something.

   "he collaborated with a distinguished painter on the designs"

   synonyms:

   cooperate, join (up), join forces, team up, get together, come together, band together, work together, work jointly, participate, unite, combine, merge, link, ally, associate, amalgamate, integrate, form an alliance, pool resources, club together "India has collaborated with several nations on space projects"

   • cooperate traitorously with an enemy.

     "the indigenous elite who collaborated with the colonizers"

     synonyms:

     fraternize, conspire, collude, cooperate, consort, sympathize "they were suspected of having collaborated with the enemy"

     antonyms:

     resist

A Love Poem by loverboy, created by https://www.poem-generator.org.uk

For My Cute Ice

A Love Poem by loverboy

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Ones are cute,
And so are you.

Orchids are white,
Ghost ones are rare,
Your way is long,
And so is your hair.

Magnolia grows,
With buds like eggs,
List is long,
And so are your legs.

Sunflowers reach,
Up to the skies,
My shirt is blue,
And so are your eyes.

Foxgloves in hedges,
Surround the farms,
Things are cute,
And so are your arms.

Daisies are pretty,
Daffies have style,
Cities are big,
And so is your smile.

An ice is beautiful,
Just like you.

Little Orphant Annie by James Whitcomb Riley

Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay,

An' wash the cups an' saucers up, an' brush the crumbs away,

An' shoo the chickens off the porch, an' dust the hearth, an' sweep,

An' make the fire, an' bake the bread, an' earn her board-an'-keep;

An' all us other children, when the supper-things is done,

We set around the kitchen fire an' has the mostest fun

A-list'nin' to the witch-tales 'at Annie tells about,

An' the Gobble-uns 'at gits you

Ef you

Don't

Watch

Out!

Wunst they wuz a little boy wouldn't say his prayers,--

An' when he went to bed at night, away up-stairs,

His Mammy heerd him holler, an' his Daddy heerd him bawl,

An' when they turn't the kivvers down, he wuzn't there at all!

An' they seeked him in the rafter-room, an' cubby-hole, an' press,

An' seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an' ever'-wheres, I guess;

But all they ever found wuz thist his pants an' roundabout:--

An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you

Ef you

Don't

Watch

Out!

An' one time a little girl 'ud allus laugh an' grin,

An' make fun of ever' one, an' all her blood-an'-kin;

An' wunst, when they was "company," an' ole folks wuz there,

She mocked 'em an' shocked 'em, an' said she didn't care!

An' thist as she kicked her heels, an' turn't to run an' hide,

They wuz two great big Black Things a-standin' by her side,

An' they snatched her through the ceilin' 'fore she knowed what she's about!

An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you

Ef you

Don't

Watch

Out!

An' little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue,

An' the lamp-wick sputters, an' the wind goes woo-oo!

An' you hear the crickets quit, an' the moon is gray,

An' the lightnin'-bugs in dew is all squenched away,--

You better mind yer parunts, an' yer teachurs fond an' dear,

An' churish them 'at loves you, an' dry the orphant's tear,

An' he'p the pore an' needy ones 'at clusters all about,

Er the Gobble-uns 'll git you

Ef you

Don't

Watch

Out!

Atoms With Consciousness, Matter With Curiosity by Richard Feynman

There are the rushing waves
mountains of molecules
each stupidly minding its own business
trillions apart
yet forming white surf in unison
Ages on ages
before any eyes could see
year after year
thunderously pounding the shore as now.
For whom, for what?
On a dead planet
with no life to entertain.
Never at rest
tortured by energy
wasted prodigiously by the Sun
poured into space.
A mite makes the sea roar.
Deep in the sea
all molecules repeat
the patterns of one another
till complex new ones are formed.
They make others like themselves
and a new dance starts.
Growing in size and complexity
living things
masses of atoms
DNA, protein
dancing a pattern ever more intricate.
Out of the cradle
onto dry land
here it is
standing:
atoms with consciousness;
matter with curiosity.
Stands at the sea,
wonders at wondering: I
a universe of atoms
an atom in the Universe.