Antimatter Poems | Examples

GOD IS EVERYTHING

the universe,
the air,
nature,
thought,
the void,
the full,
the eternal,
the whole,
creation,
existence,
non-existence
the before,
the after,
matter,
antimatter,
spirit,
the ethereal
the pre-life,
life,
the afterlife
good,
peace
omniscience
omnipotence
omnipresence!
I cannot proclaim more than this now
I lack greater vision and light than I hope for in God
more feeling and wisdom...

The Null Geodesic Existence Of Mine

I have lived many deaths 
Through a  many existence 
Many worlds 
Many times 
I keep coming back 
I am light reflected upon time 
I am the universe looking for purpose 
I am God stranded in the hourglass 
I am before and after the singularity 
I am the past learning It's the future 
I am trapped  fighting for meaning 
I am Sisyphus but the hill keeps climbing 
With a feeling the hill has a zenith 
Only to keep going, existence is my prison 
temporary release
When I make bond 
And time leaves me behind 
Only to find me again
I keep coming back 
I go  but I will always be back 
In another world
In another time 
Matter and antimatter 
As death and as life 
I really am the universe 
Alpha  and Omega 
Omega to Alpha 
I am always here in an instant
Aeon to Aeon 
Man without End.

What's the Matter

Have you heard all the science chatter
That the future is not made of matter
I don’t mean to detract
But as a matter of fact
That all they found is ‘doesn’t matter’

It’s a matter of life and death they said
But the crux of the matter, it’s all in their head
Coz the matter at hand
‘Doesn’t matter’ can’t stand
If its nothingness, then they’d all be dead

But as a matter of course they’ll leave truth behind
Due to the future that they think they’ll find
But when their theory splatters
They’ll ask ‘what’s the matter’
Which they’ll realize in a matter of time

I was told that it’s no laughing matter
And ‘doesn’t matter’, is not antimatter
Truth can’t be sacrificed
No matter how it’s sliced
Coz mind over matter is all that matters

Retrograde

you …

whisper me -
regular intervals, but
brief, dim … softly skipping …
like echos from a shadowy wood
the words trouble my spirit
with their dark gravity
soft-speak fingertips
burning flesh for passion’s sake
etching their truth
more fiercely than blood …
your desire about me, circling
but in opposition
contrary to my norms -
antimatter alchemy
a carnal conjuring pressed tenderly to ear
my world made mute with sound
your aphotic orbit
the breathy spin that pulls me 
outward, apart … 
to chaos …
to erotic entropy
to the black, starry vault …

you.





Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, May 1, 2023

In the Beginning

In the beginning, was the “primeval atom”
according to the scientific datum.
From a state of infinite density,
known as the primordial singularity,

the atom experienced faster-than-light expansion,
followed by a massive temperature reduction.
More heating and cooling produced protons and neutrons
the building blocks from which life eventually grew.

In the beginning, there was a collapsed star,
begins a theory that sounds so bizarre.
From the debris which that black hole spewed
the universe eventually grew.

In the beginning, there was antimatter,
and an equal amount of matter,
according to plasma cosmology,
the plasma universe theory.

The interactions of electromagnetic fields
a superabundance of plasma yielded.
Plasma produced matter and antimatter.
Our universe eventually formed purely of matter.

In the beginning, there was God,
omniscient, omnipresent, omnipotent,
immortal, invisible, infinite, and eternal.
God spoke this universe into existence.

The seeming infinity of the universe,
it’s intricate and incomprehensible complexity 
testifies of the God who created it.
Mortals, be awed, acknowledge, and worship Him.

Like a Shining Sea of Stars

We are
We are
Like a shining sea of stars

How deep is the dark? How solid’s the ground?
Without saving grace, how can we be found?
The countenance of faithless man does fall.
Search God’s glory — do you hear his call?

We are
We are
Singing in the deep dark sea

Tethered to antimatter— what matters?
Without God our dusty ashen cloud scatters.
Furthermore the earth sinks below our feet.
Forevermore I’ll rather cling to his beat.

O sun
O moon
Gifting light from God above

Stunning how beautiful is saving grace.
Blood, sweat and tears, our fears upon Christ’s face.
All man…all God…his body, bruised and raw.
This royal perfection—without a flaw.

We are
We are
Like a shining sea of stars

How deep is the dark? How solid’s the ground?
Without saving grace, how can we be found?
The countenance of faithless man does fall.
Search God’s glory — do you hear his call?

10/6/2021

Antimatter-

What happens when happen?
Happens what matters when things matter!
 All the pauses all the stops to start;
All the finishes all the beating hearts;
 I'm out because everything matters ;
After the matter even to death still matters?



8/3/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

I D E A

The idea
comes from genesis
unknown
to the common ...

comes from mysteries
deeper
that our vision
   can't reach ...

Comes from arrays of
antimatter
and ethereal, 
of suspensions
antimagnetic
of the matter ...

Comes from the sum
almost nothing
to form
the whole
  what
we call
concept...

"and arrives pale, trembles
rickety to the ropes of
larynx "

Sacrilegious Transgression Against Obsessive Compulsive Disorder

I generally mean mine mien mental state
moost occasions heavily marinated stupor
long established as external trait
psychologically time tested trooper
impossible mission to kickstart sanity
doppelgänger regularly revisits his soul asylum
hellbent antimatter he cannot vitiate
despite therapeutic laxative merely exhausts

well bred literate smoking doobie brother
eliminating aforementioned pablum
witnessed courtesy one floundering grouper
among plenty of fish schooled
hyphenated (high finned haggled)
burn hushed scaled poem
courtesy one unionised rebellious party pooper.

Spellbound with colossal mental grippe
(i.e. all-consuming figurative cerebral
obsessive compulsive forced membership)
magnetic resonance imagine indicated jagged blip
and/or nsync microscopy
showed telltale genetic authorship

regarding above stated mental health crisis,
whereby Sigmund Freud analyst did flip
lid freeing leeches imported courtesy Philip
Hansel and Gretel a mere slip
o' lass whose nose she always did turnip.

Epitome of a Working Day's Drudge

The hours tick by before my eyes,
As I lay tucked up, in my bed.
Even Bo peeps sheep have now returned,
And still the lack of Zzz’s.

Pounding seconds tick away,
Seem to echo in my brain.
Back and forth and back and forth,
Reminiscent to coaches on a train.

Oh, what I hear myself reply,
As the shock begins to bite.
With blood shot eyes that settle down,
As the room now fills with light.

As a foot now stumbles on the floor,
Now lurching from my bed.
In a bleary haze that follows,
From that workman in my head.

A vow to become teetotal,
For at least that what was said.
From the dark roast coffee granules,
To raise me from the dead.

What a happy sounding chappie,
From the airway’s morning show.
Why should he be feeling cheerful?
With five days of drudge to go.

Now boldly going forward,
As through the door I trek.
Filled by last night’s antimatter,
From a star ship what the heck.

 © N Windle 2020.

Parts of the Thing

ups protons
the creater has spoken
major ana particles
ahand the relvance of
him who hast found it.
dune the matter
thus antimatter
muon nutrinos turning
into electron neutrines.

Color Television

in the basement is your first color television
known for its recurring static and bent antenna
and broken VCR
extraterrestrials climb in through the high window
that doesn't open
but they've been here for thousands of years
they were the storks that delivered humans
during the time there was a gap in hominids
between neanderthals and us
they know why the antimatter and matter 
don't cancel each other out
they're responsible for the Easter Island rock statues
for the hieroglyphs of machines and aircraft
and suddenly
your color television jolts on
to live news of 1939

Matter

Syllables of rock formations;
Sold pies of dispositions;
What does it matter?

Matter

And what'd the measure;
When you open up the pleasure;
Does it matter?

Matter

And what's the measure;
What's your pleasure;
And why must I muster;
This is a heavy-burden filibuster;
Cloudy nights and darken days;
Can't imagine that crimes pay;
I must resign from my life of life today!

This is the measure;
This is my pleasure;
And yes it matters;
NO not antimatter;
It's all unveil to hang my sign out;
Heaven is just closed Satan moved out;
And yet we all have the choice;
This is what I'd voice

and yes it does, it

Matters

written by James Edward Lee Sr. 
March 18 2014

Theory

electric 
plasma soup of life with
molecules of 
matter and antimatter  
floating freely
when they touch
a big bang blows
a bubble and
bubbles form in the soup
to become universes
 some
have light that lives 
born as sparks and quarks
they grow into their spectrum
to dance across galaxies in
all shades of light
while others hold gasses with
planets of incredible masses that
swirl and twirl to the song of vibration
and others have suns with planets
 teaming with life 
unable to talk to each other 
even though
some are able 
to 
imagine 
the plasma soup

Starry Starry Night

Through the universe I traverse
As I sail the celestial seas
Fantasies of galaxies
Riding the Big Bang breeze

Atomic nuclei catch my eye
As I go through the wormhole bliss
Nuclear fusion no more an illusion
The universe cools...nucleosynthesis

Starry starry night...never leave my sight
The unveiling of the electromagnetic field
Gravitation has its limitation
For matter and antimatter must yield

Super Galactic with all the traffic
We escape the Milky Way
Within black holes, we reach our goals
For the universes are there for us to play.


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