Best Higgs Poems
"Sugar Land"
Nine chains linked
Six silver sextants measure
their distance to Styx
Two hands unwritten
hold the Bee Keys tight
in a guarded lap
1 chain missed
He, revolutionary,
breaks the black line and
leans over
The Great Unthought Through
In full Light
the shadows
are burnt bright
without fear
she is kissed
spontaneously
In The Light Storm Electric
Nothing is noticed anymore
Nothing is missed
Point of Singularity
meets hip to hip
in the slow dance heat
Rome is burning
Flames
in a Light storm
two mirrors merging
In Sugar Land
two mirrors
meet
Inside her
Rome is burning
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
Higgs Boson Blues/Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
https://youtu.be/eFEyo3D6Fys
Jubilee Street/Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
https://youtu.be/GB6DMP9uDEI
We No Who U R/ Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
https://youtu.be/AOmFBmDyhy8
"Rome is not outside me,
but inside me.
Her feverish sweetness,
her tragic countryside,
her own beauty and harmony,
all these are mine,
for my thought and my work".
Modigliani
Categories:
higgs, freedom, romance, sensual,
Form:
Romanticism
Higgs was a hockey player built like a truck
he was mean, obscene, and had plenty of pluck.
Other players called him Klutz
declaring they hated his guts
thus he advised them he didn't give a puck.
Categories:
higgs, hockey,
Form:
Limerick
Observing a street scene from point of high vantage
Is a reminder of something really quite outlandish
The people seen below are all purposefully scurrying about
But in reality they seem like ants do they not?
So take this scene and apply it much higher
Those selfsame ants that were seen on a street below
Are now invisible, not even ants any more
But they still harbor an illusion that is astounding
That they're the dominant force in an infinite cosmos
Which makes them godlike, well maybe almost
And like god, who it's not known if he's big or small
These delusional creatures, from afar, can't be seen at all
Maybe the universe isn't really infinite after all
It's the humans in it that are invisibly small
And god said he would create humans in his image
But no one knows God's image; is he a flea or maybe a partridge
The Higgs-Boson is called the god-particle that creates mass
It takes this particle to create things like brass or grass
But it's so small it can't be seen with an eye
Therefore placing an order is hard but give it a try
So if it's desired to create grass or brass
It's a tossup if the result is a sea of brass, or grassy bass
Categories:
higgs, analogy, confusion, fantasy, humorous,
Form:
Couplet
In the sea of swirling dust that is our infinity
Held together by the breath of Divinity
Infinitesimal microdots are we
Yet megalomania rules our see.
Do ants blindly view themselves as lords of their world
In their intricately marshalled social whirl?
Does the Higgs Boson,if it exists,
Boast worlds invisible to our questing wits?
Majestic laws govern our creation
With life's jigsaw of interconnection
Which mere accident cannot explain
In the welter of our cosmic pain.
Marooned on a piece of grit
We fondly believe that this is it.
We can solve the mystery of our fate
As Dawkins and Hawking blithely state
Improve our instruments to deeper fathom
Into the once indivisible atom
Enhance our telescopes to peer further into space
Life's mystery aye remains to bewilder our gaze.
It is in our DNA always to explore
But no matter how deep nor how far
Our scientific knowledge we advance
Life's mystery aye leads us a merry dance
Yet we must to our nature be true
In trying to find a clear way through
So that we stand proud,tall and justified
But we still remain small and mystified.
Relative is time,the conjuror,
With its tricks of smoke and mirror
In a world that seems so solid
While shimmer its particles pellucid.
Our senses feel that they truly see
But we cannot know reality.
Categories:
higgs,
Form:
Rhyme
I need to find out what it all means,
so I searched for the truth in my dreams,
illusions of a shattered reality, unwoven at its seams.
All of life's cohesion, a plan or just by chance,
the gravity enabling this universal dance,
it all seems to run just like clockwork,
makes me wonder whether it might be Gods work?
So I looked through my minds eye, while I was wearing a monacle,
it really did make this world look..well, rather comical,
the distortions of vision were astronomical!
Atomic particles at a most basic level, I saw God, I fought the Devil!
The smallest atoms you can find, the Higgs Boson and strings that bind,
I even watched as expansion hit rewind!
We're taking leaps out into space, huge accomplishment of the human race,
our solar system we've had a taste, further and deeper, how do you operate?
We'll one day finds Earth's new home, maybe under a giant dome,
or in a galactic ice cream cone? All the stardust that makes my bone.
Northern lights, just a jewel on my throne,
though science says 'it's just ozone'
have your ideas because their your own,
don't allow your mind to be overthrown,
things got hazy, or my mind got lazy,
so I took my rag and I buffed my lens,
it feels like I am bathing in pure cleanse!
Or i'm finally round the bend?
Will my head ever truly mend??
For when your balls knocked over the Wonderwall,
all kinds of delight, short or tall, await those who stumble across that garden,
you'll rub your eyes and pinch your skin, What? Hey? Pardon!
I have a sea view over all eternity, the 1000 you's, the countless me's
Life graces the universe, like a play well rehearsed,
starts with a nurse and ends in a hearse,
after the big rip, it's all in reverse!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
Categories:
higgs, adventure, art, confusion, fantasy,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Observing a street scene from point of high vantage
Is a reminder of something really quite outlandish
The people below are all purposefully scurrying about
But in reality they seem like ants do they not?
So take this scene and apply it much higher
Those selfsame ants that were seen on a street below
Are now invisible, not even ants any more
But they still harbor an illusion that is astounding
That they're the dominant force in an infinite cosmos
Which makes them godlike, well maybe almost
And like god, who it's not known if he's big or small
These delusional creatures can't be seen at all
Maybe the universe isn't really infinite after all
It's the humans in it that are invisibly small
And god said he would create humans in his image
But no one knows God's image; is he a flea or British
The Higgs-Boson is called the god-particle that creates mass
It takes this particle to create things like brass or grass
But it's so small it can't be seen with an eye
Therefore placing an order is hard but give it a try
So if it's desired to create grass or brass
It's a tossup if the result is a grassy park or a sea of bass
Categories:
higgs, allegory, analogy, creation, fantasy,
Form:
Couplet
exclamation, which does nothing to stem dead locked high tide
proliferation of high-powered assault bazookas
manned by berserk cruel death eaters,
arch nemesis picks off life with a blip
simultaneously bipedal hominid(s) grip handily rounded dirk
as backup in case clip
misses mark, where siege mentality induces
nationwide sprinting into lockdown mode deterring by a drip
fiendish homicidal metamorphoses, where transmogrification
of generic guy wielding weapon subjugating hostages pits malignancy fill lip
mailer daemon hell bent on besieging bait (unaware
Snapchatting linkedin flickr ring beings) burst deadly quip
barrage of bullets malicious intent to spray
killing machines deliver click and rip
paying plenti deathly instagram howls amidst pandemonium,
thence funereal slip
epitaphs etched on tombstones proliferate taking souls to Hades trip.
Brutal and nasty nefarious scheme directed at humble lettered folks
(like those comprising my home town -
once evoked pastoral meme Lake Woebegone)
minding their p's and q's, when in extremis
out of the blue nightmare interrupts idyllic dream
a sudden bitta bing bitta bang rings terrorist catcall
followed by red tide and river of bloodied body where caskets
rendered veneer of dark wood within lies corpse,
pistol whipped, shredded and outkast, where mortician daubs creme.
Soundcloud boom echoes, thus occurs staccato sinister sonic strafes across
freshly fielded tombstone; pearl jam gray slate, some formerly anonymous
namesake, which underling, higgs bo son or daughter blitzkrieg cross
invisible trajectories shatter (at shutterfly speed),
democratic rubric rendered dross
disposable lives of society with senseless slaughter, whereat somber silence
pines nostalgia for Mill on the Floss
when life seemed innocent against gun metal gloss
wails of agony at another human loss.
Categories:
higgs, absence, dark, faith, hate,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
the god particle concedes to a universal mass
as predictably, it announces its presence
taking the holy sacrament from under its glass
beliefs from before so consigned obsolescence
we now think we know - no...really, we do
how the universe came to exist, massively being
galaxies of stars, unseen dark matters, us too
giving God a reason to give our lives meaning
photons and gluons of stuff are Peter's principals
bosons innumerable occupy the same quantum stated
the best minds wraparound said concept so quizzical
but not before a big bang began branches bifurcated
bosons like fermions those particles elementary
that come into existence and are gone in a blink
transcendental though we may think they seem to be
harder to transcend than at last we might think
what are we to learn of ourselves from this tidbit
of long sought actual theoretical enlightenment
can we care more for each other just a tiny bit?
and concede happily to life's common wonderment
let us learn with concern what CERN can discern
about all the quirks and quarks of this universe
give mankind a good reason to give out a good turn
and make our corner a bit better than the subverse
add Lederman, the goddamn particle's indefinite article
"so central to the state of physics today, yet so elusive" *
is like the first time you borrowed your Dad's vehicle
for a ride with your squeeze to amour more conducive
you wanted get down to the real heart of the matter
and experience the unknown pleasures of knowing
your delving into places and matters that matter
the whole experience just drives you to keep going
© Goode Guy 2012-07-05
* http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Higgs_boson#.22God_particle.22
http://www.npr.org/2012/07/04/156248281/new-subatomic-particle-may-be-physics-missing-link
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Higgs_boson
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Higgs
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CERN
Categories:
higgs, imagination, inspirational, introspection, science,
Form:
Quatrain
With weary despair, I cast my glare amid the bottomless pit,
only to see your reflection, mirrored in it,
the whole of time, with just me to watch,
a beacon of light, waving a torch.
Chasing dogs through space...
With a child's playground, in an adults mind,
the cows are milking me, it must be time for tea?
Universal thought, with a timeless stare,
what delights do you hide under there?
So many aeons of civilizations,
all with just one realization,
to come to life with such dramatization,
across chasms of time and canyons of space,
those dogs led me a merry race
Surge the transcendental shift, give your consciousness a healthy lift
and breeze through the Ether, with delusions of grandeur,
out among the worlds far flung,
You hear the wind? That's my song thats sung,
Feel the rhythm! Hear it pound?
subtle vibrations create stable ground,
with a twist of Higgs Boson, matter is bound!
The branches of life that spring from thee,
all the tentacles of a family tree,
and to think i'm still just a monkey!!
Bring on peace and love and i'll go bananas ;)
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
Categories:
higgs, confusion, fantasy, funny, mystery,
Form:
Rhyme
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
Categories:
higgs, grief
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
What theory unifies forces, weak, strong,
With gravity— also, to which belong
All the string theories of why and because?
To answer these queries, M-theory does.
Proponents aver it offers clarity
As to the issue of singularity.—
Where there’s a will there’s a way,
So they say…
In the beginning our universe sprang
From membranes colliding to cause a Big Bang…
Hence matter and energy stem from vibrations of strings seen by seers
In a music of spheres.
One mode of vibration, or ‘note’, makes the string an electron,
Another a photon…
And what of Higgs-boson?
There’s even a mode for the graviton, thought to have gravity’s force.
So vibrating strings would then be the source
To create tiny articles which we call
Elementary particles— one and all.
Dimensions— four plus compactified seven—
Equal a total that’s oddly eleven…
To wit, though string theories wound up at the tenth,
They had to add one more that’s odd to the nth.
Do we have enough sense or senses extended
To fathom those p-branes M-theory intended
And get to the bottom of hyper spacetime
In this super multiverse theory sublime?
What sounding vibration
Strange seeming sensation
Might set the strings strumming
Or maybe branes humming
Is something to ponder,
One’s whimsies to wander—
My mind like the wind evanescent can roam
O’er billowing waves and ineffable foam
With parallels plenty of our bubble home…
Thus I heard
M-theory’s word.
Albeit in physics there’s much knowledge base,
What waters of wisdom could ever embrace
Such cosmic curled places with hyperspace face?
Eerily far we’ve come to here
From bards’ illusions yesteryear—
When heavens would sing lullabies,
With moon and stars to harmonize
Midst luminescent light display
That might have been the Milky Way
Overturning all its jars
In a shower of shooting stars…
How flimsy, fleeting, and fragile life seems,
In our floating realm like a land of dreams!
Amen— let poets lyricize yet
Sweeter reveries lest we forget
Dearer wonders perchance of yore
From whilom membranes nevermore
Where earthlings gazed at clearer skies
With yonders nearer to our eyes,
In a once upon a time divine
P-brane world of auld langsyne…
– Harley White
Categories:
higgs, creation, deep, muse, sky,
Form:
Rhyme
Tomorrow’s another day, when
this present is dead and done
In reality one rotation, on
earths path around the sun
The position can be calculated,
but what lies in store unknown
Our planet’s measurable, not
unpredictable like skin and bone
And what happened in the past,
ripples on through today
Unnoticed in black space,
random events still come our way
Set forth in motion, from an
indivisible speck of creation
Seeded is life, seeded is death,
seeded by quantum vibration
Does evolution even matter,
is what we see, what we get
A generation tries find purpose,
then hands over to the next
Accumulations of knowledge,
with caveats of past mistakes
Our monkey business perhaps,
one condition we cannot shake
Are we simply apex animals,
who developed higher brains
Beasts of untold genius, primal
instinct runs through our veins
Intelligence driving us mad,
at odds with ethics and morals
A fixation on mortality, conflicts
of minds causing quarrels
What is consciousness, from
which dimension do we view
Electric signals in our heads,
or cosmic portals seeping through
Wherever this source comes from,
and nobody knows for sure
So many gods and theories,
small wonder life’s obscure
Cryptic forces build reality,
but not readily understood
Dark energy, Higgs fields,
the shape of Genomes in our blood
Crucified by curiosity, because
of our advanced minds
Is the price of being too clever,
really just making us blind
What brings manifestation,
should we look for reason at all
Why not sheer oblivion, how
come an infinite large and small
Born to die is simple, living
forever way too complex
Does truth lie in the medium,
where chosen ones intersect
Where are you Jesus
Where are you Muhammad
Where are you God
Where are you Buddha
Where are you Allah
I’m wide awake,
in this land of nod
By
David Kavanagh
Categories:
higgs, allusion, creation, humanity, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Villanelle : What space occupies the tiniest place
What space occupies the tiniest place
Today the Higgs Boson’s all the rage
All discoveries via the inward gaze
Yesterday the neutrino led the race
Even as the atom ancestors did engage
What space occupies the tiniest place
Hydrogen the atom bomb did replace
Much as MOAB the grenade savage
All discoveries via the inward gaze
The secret of the Golden Flower’s grace
In the heart of hearts make particles rage
What space occupies the tiniest place
He that seeketh not becomes common place
All particles whirl and churn the mirage
All discoveries via the inward gaze
Today’s seeming truth : nothing stays in place
Yet tomorrow all change may mismanage
What space occupies the tiniest place
All discoveries via the inward gaze
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2017
Categories:
higgs, future, life, math, nature,
Form:
Villanelle
Larry Higgs insisted on having a beard
although his wife said it made him look weird.
One day while using a lathe
he got too close by a shave.
Alas, he's uglier than she had feared.
Categories:
higgs, vanity,
Form:
Limerick
The Higgs observation just ran up the score on
Mere mortals who can’t understand what it shows; on
Attempting, I feel like both bozo and moron,
Which makes me relieved that they call it the boson.
Categories:
higgs, funny, humor, humorous, science,
Form:
Light Verse