Best Collider Poems
I accidently let one loose today
I've cooked earth's goose its fair to say
I won't pretend it wasn't me
Soon it'll be clear for all to see.
Who even knew that was a containment field
and an innocent stumble would cause it to yield
its inhabitant singularity
was a well kept secret evidentially.
Til I let it go - chased it thru the door
- hole in one - then thru the floor
Two of the little buggers headed for the roof
they can multiply I have the proof.
Mathematical joy they did perform
Arcing thru cars, pipes, sieving up a storm
flickering jolts of fiery light
following their orbiting trailing delight.
So many now - not long to wonder
til earth's a faulty falling colander.
So, sorry for the whole untidy mess
But I did front up and confess.
Hadron Collider Cleaner
Written 8th July
For Charles Messina Contest
I accidentally let one Loose
The Large Hadron Collider was built deep beneath the Earth
to help reveal the secrets of the Universe's birth.
I'm not quite sure what benefits this expensive research brings
but I wish that they would give answers to more important things-
Like, when you're in a rush, why all the traffic lights are red,
why every night the missus takes up four-fifths of the bed.
If love has got no spikes or blades, why does it often hurt?
And how does boiled beetroot know you're wearing a white shirt?
So, Scientists, splitting a proton just to find what it unlocks,
maybe in the black hole you'll find a pile of my odd socks?
DANCE OF THE PARTICLES
In their Quark mass attributes
and their lofty Spin pursuits,
Comes the new Cute particles
with their Charmed quarked articles.
Will they be Strange in a life that's long?
Is Truth and Beauty their new song?
Are they a Charm or is that wrong?
What can you show us by Hadron?
What's the recipe or math
In this CERN Collider bath?
One Beauty, one Strange, and one Down quark,
that weigh, align, and spin, and spark.
Six times more Massive than any Protons,
is the new weight for two new Baryons;
the building blocks of all known things,
planets, people, and machines.
New Baryons short lived, break into smaller pieces,
in this dance that never ceases.
Little bits we never see,
now described as quarks b, s, and d.
Their secret math showed their existence.
All known tests put up resistance.
Then the Hadron pushed them near
and showed new Baryons crystal clear.
Edlynn Nau
A Merciless Life By Robert Denton (June 2015)
I have walked a merciless life.
Bombed and battered with precision.
From my childhood to middle age strife.
To have free will is not my decision.
Bombed and battered with precision.
But death is still death regardless of technology.
To have free will is not my decision.
In this reckless war fought with psychology.
But death is still death regardless of technology.
Our planet is in a state of de-evolution.
In this reckless war fought with psychology.
Corporate advertisement is this worlds pollution.
Our planet is in a state of de-evolution.
With the hadron collider and travel through space.
Corporate advertisement is this worlds pollution.
Planned depopulation, just to save face.
Bombed and battered with precision
From my childhood to middle age strife.
To have free will is not my decision.
I have walked a merciless life.
How can there be - anything?
Everything from nothing, why?
Everything from nothing; in the
beginning was the Word
The Immense Hadron Collider
has found Higgs
Everything from nothing;
gravity waves observed
In the beginning was the Word,
why? Everything from nothing
Everything from nothing, why?
In the beginning was the Word
The Higgs Boson lives
Everything from nothing;
in the beginning was the Word
Gravity waves observed
Everything from nothing, why?
Everything from nothing
In the beginning was the Word
Everything from nothing
Her mysterious smile!
Spoke revolting silence’s bile
Prior to chewing her file
Magnificent eyes
Though eyeshades exiled brief style
What words did she store in sigh?!
Tranquilly resting
Soft poems she grasps quickly
Portraying warm monarchy
Her choka poems knew who!?
Her signature revealed two
Fingers are syllables’ queue
Mona Lisa heard
Thunders laminate trajet
Dehiscing Alps behind her
Rivers grow at once
Meadows steam in an instance
Melting flexible substance
The French bridge slithers
TGV rushing jewels
Challenging wind’s high fevers
Steaming beach can bleach
Baking landscapes and seaweed
Stampeding music beneath
Is the collider
Baking tears six feet under?
Shown at left elbow’s corner
If you look at the
Print one foot far… turn over
See… falling dizzy comet?
Where did she go to?
Riding her chariot’s furrow?
To church? Her hands’ prayer fold
Her wedding ring is
Cherished with great love for him
Their children behind singing
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By: Nadia F. Shahwan - April 2009. Note: This is an innocent discovery of the Mona Lisa's
beauty.
When Soda Pops
Under pressure from thermonuclear devices
Or at CERN when the hadron collider gave birth to a baby black hole
We come to find it could get worse
Soda pops are there so I don’t care
That’s all that matters on the matter
Genome of the disease-transmitting tsetse fly are mapped right now
More asteroids are headed our way…..someday….
But it’s ok
Soda pops are also on their way.
Planets form without our knowledge….or permission I might add
In the news; Chernobyl birds exposure to radiation, adapt to ionization,
their (pheomelanin, a pigment in feathers), have some problems today they say
But the birdies are doing just fine
And that’s just great
I’ll have a pop to celebrate
On April 25th. this year a 'brown dwarf' star was found
At 7.2 light-years away
We must be neighbors
Let’s have a soda anyway
Volcanos are always on the move
Be thankful they can’t fly or drive
If I drink more coffee, I’ll read more news
They’ll tell about some cancer blues
So I’ll sit right here and drink more soda for my thirst
And conjure up more verse…..I mean, it could be worse
Than soda pops
Relationship to
'String theory'...
...Tries to explain
everything; but not
emotion,
Commotion as Bosons
and Fermions
unravel,
Travel to reveal the
building blocks of
LIFE!
Yet nothing can
explain a feeling,
Peeling back the
skin of the
universe,
Worse are we for
perturbation.
Synapses fire in the
brain,
Strain the axions;
devoid of spin and
charge,
Recharge the
painters palette!
So that colours of
consciousness
unfurl,
Hurl Quarks to
combine into
hadrons,
Protons and
neutrons.
By what sensation of
the heart,
Starts the
realisation that we
know nothing,
Missing a beat of
substance.
I Surrender to my
singularity,
Parity with others,
as our worlds move
apart,
Bit part actor, hung
by a cosmic thread.
Fling me to the
cosmos, the search
goes on,
Hadron Collider,
Einstein, Hawking,
Mannikin of life,
force of nature,
Major time to
reflect on LIFE,
I am content!
Chris Matthews
16.07.2014
A bluebird came streaking violently out of Central Park,
it blurred over the lanes of traffic towards 220.
I flinched in anticipation of the impact,
but at the last second it darted directly up,
as if caught in a sudden wind current.
“Did you see that?” I asked Lisa.
She didn’t, her phone was jiggling.
My boyfriend left yesterday
He had to leave before New Year’s eve!
he has to work and cannot play
he finally gets to run the hadron collider
go get em’ tiger
but I’ve decided
you can’t fight the zeitgeist
that when the cats away
the girls will have their day.
Someone start the music please,
because it’s NEW YEARS Eve!
Happy New Year’s Eve everyone!
.
.
Songs for this:
There goes my baby by Kelly Jones
Back on the chain gang by the pretenders
One of my year-long sophomore subjects will be physics. At first, physics seems to be a menagerie of big, boring universal ideas and immutable laws rendered practically unimportant by their scale.
Peter, ok, let’s call him my boyfriend - just as a place-holder - is working on his “Doctorate in Applied Physics,” degree. “Will you help me with my physics homework?” I asked, hopefully.
“I’m sure we can work something out,” he assures me, wiggling his eyebrows suspiciously.
Peter got to visit the Hadron Collider, in Geneva, this summer. When I FaceTimed him he was as animated as a girl at drama camp. He was all, “proton collisions, Higgs bosons, top quarks and massive particles, bla, bla, bla..”
“That’s ok, I said, “If you’d rather not talk about it, I understand.”
Seriously though, I get it. Physics teaches critical thinking and problem solving. Fluid dynamics and pressure-volume-resistance relationships apply to the circulatory system. Pressure-volume curves can apply to lung function, heat transfer is applicable to frostbite, hypothermia and fevers - nuclear physics applies to nuclear medicine (SPECT, PET scans and radiation therapy and lasers) - yatta, yatta yatta.
But why ME, oh, lord?
Just because we can
Do you really think we should
Does this meddling with nature
Really do the world any good
One eccentric particle
Escaped gravity’s grip
Flew the Hadron Collider
On a short lasting trip
Across the multiverse
On a zig-zag track
Clocks struck twenty eight
The calendars turned back
For just a brief instant
The world spun twice as fast
Causing a contradiction
That just couldn’t last.
But these exotic particles
Just don’t exist for long
And in the blink of an eyelid
It had vanished and gone.
The contradiction resolved
The clocks struck four
And the world’s revolution
Returned to normal once more.
In the Hadron Collider, unaware
A particle had briefly flown free
The supervisor and staff
Sipped their afternoon tea,
Creation’s full of mad molecules
We don’t know or understand
Should the Large Hadron Collider
Be shut down and banned.
Physicists pose important questions
Beneath the Swiss mountain slopes
With their large Hadron collider
And when for the answers they grope
Is the tool that measures their success
Going to be called a collider scope?
Don't trouble me with your sacrosanct fetish for god.
Your arrogant conclusions,despotic delusions and
child like confusions are an anathema to me!
Blind faith hiz nae place in ma existence,
where a live catechism is ma king and provider,
the holy spirit a large hadron collider.
Wayne a weasel with a mission
from the future
billions of
years of
evolution
man has light ships
and transcended time
into the upper clouds of
Jupiter and
the warm seas of Europa
earth’s animal population
took over all nations
intelligence and speech
swept over all and they
governed the globe to
create their Garden of Eden
repaired all or most of
mankind’s
blunders
oil spills
landfills and
plastic laden air
some were even so bold
as to foolishly try and fix the old
and travel far back in time through a generated worm hole
Wayne the weasel and
Capt. J. Henry Mole
were sent to
try and stop a collider
from making all those miniature
black holes
You are not a big bang sort of guy
A singularity of innate law
Exploding into the flaw of fatal me.
You are no Higg's bosun in a collider
With flimsy presence in a husk of time
That needs a dented space for relevance
Nothing troubles there my faith. I believe
You can fully dwell infinite you in finite me,
And I disintegrate here where faith begins.
I know this flesh is something more in worth
And meaning to the scheme of things, but logic
Has left me dried. I feel there still the me inside
The image of your presence veiled. I know
Adam's clothes was a deeper metaphor for this,
Your presence needing me to exist.