Best Multiverse Poems
Hello, due to creative exhaustion I have invited three parallel versions of myself from different parallel universes to entertain you with poems tonight. Please enjoy…
Dave-2:
The leaf drops slowly in the rain,
Settles atop a fern’s broad frond,
But here alas it cannot stay,
A gust of the wind blows it on,
Into a stream that rolls along.
Dave-3:
Plunging to a fern,
The wind will not let it rest,
A wet home awaits.
Dave-4:
There once was a leave that fell down,
Could not make it safe to the ground,
Got stuck on a fern,
The wind, it did turn,
Then in a small creek it was drowned.
-Hey, that was kind of fun.
-Yeah, but I’m surprised Dave-1 talked us into this.
-Surprised? Why would you be surprised?
-We’re all poets here.
-I know, but, you know….a limerick?
-Yeah?
-Well come on, they’re like the greasy cheeseburger of the poetry world.
-Greasy cheese—oh, like haiku is better?
-They’re pretentious eastern crap, is what they are.
-Oh please, anybody can do meter and rhyme, but brevity—
-Is what failures claim when they can’t rhyme.
- all you want, I’m a better poet than me!
-Wait, you-me, me-me, or he-me?
-He-me?
-I don't know. 'Ye-me?'
-That’s not how you use ‘ye.’
-Shut up, I have an English degree!
-So de we-me! And you should’ve said ‘thee-me.’
-‘Thee-me?’
-Oui!
-Stop trying to distract with word games. I hate it when I do that!
-Fine! Fact remains, I’m a better poet than either of me.
-Please, with a Haiku like that you’re no better than a free-verser!
-Oh crap…
-What did you just call me?
-I called me a free-verser. What’s me gonna do about it?
-I’ll kill me, you son-of-a-b!tch!
(Sound of fighting)
Uhm, sorry folks, this was a mistake— (Sound of breaking glass)…and shouldn’t have been attempted. Good night.
Categories:
multiverse, conflict, confusion, humor, humorous,
Form:
Do dreams dream-up the Dreamer to mean something
Do dreams go on dreaming without the Dreamer dreaming
Hold not dreams in mid-stream even during Covid-19
Woken-up dreams scream wild as harpies in poetic shebeen
Don’t dreams tend to come round like long lost tunes tinnitus din
The Dreamer dreams in the Void trillion times trillion
And leaves no trace of hung time-spaced dream dreaming in the Dream
Who would dream dreams for oneself they wouldn’t highly esteem
Dreams worthy of a world they didn’t really mean to wean
In the first place out of a Void-less Big-Banging blinding sheen
The Big-Bouncy Dream teasing the fistful of mashed Big-Crunchy cream
Where the Dreamer bounces his Dream on the seamless turf green
O’er and o’er again ‘till the Dream turns tinnitus mean
Till the recurrent Dream the Dreamer dreams his own Uni-Verse seem
Ev’ry dream’s the Multi-Verse of a unique team unseen
Do dreams dream-up the Dreamer standing-up on a linear Time pin
(c) T. Wignesan – Paris, January 17, 2021
Categories:
multiverse, nature, science, universe,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
“She began her journey in the search of truth,
Stumbled upon a thought that changed her in entirety,
Drunk at 4AM, driving at 125Km/h she saw a light flickering near,
Speed thrilled but never in her life had she felt such fear.”
Some place in past, near or far, don’t know for exact,
Someone penned down a conjecture,
It subsided all of the truth and the lies,
A belief was molded,
With many distant sighs.
She was taught from the beginning,
A rhythmic lie was sown,
“With each collapsing star in this universe,
A new universe is created, the exact opposite of our own.”
For her, the longing for beloved quenched her heart,
For he had died a long time ago,
And now she is back at the start.
For every dead, there’s a living,
For every truth a lie,
For every pain there’s a reason,
For every question, a sigh.
Driving at 125Km/h she witnessed the light,
The light, many died to see,
The light, many killed to be.
One go into and all different then,
Echoes around,
Counting to ten,
“Stop here, you are missing him”
Her one true love waving as she goes,
In the stream of light,
To a distant world,
When stopped, found him again,
But in an altered story, an altered name.
Still hoping for him to love her same,
Start afresh,
Oh! The cosmos and their stupid games.
(A universe exact opposite of our own)
Constantly bugging her brain,
Numb, she couldn’t feel or see,
Hoping to exist in his realm,
In the afterlife,
Proceeded to kill self.
Knife in one hand, emptiness in the other,
In the blender of non-existence
Exhaled, “maybe somewhere,
In the multiverse, there’s a version of me,
And you, a fleet of hope,
That we are meant to be.”
Categories:
multiverse, absence, adventure, light, longing,
Form:
Personification
I guess I know where it comes
I think it is from all the realms
These strange feelings, this love this care
Dark matter treats multiverse pretty fair
That's why your face was intimate
And your voice familiar to entertain
My heart could only be content
With you, up to infinite extent
For we were one in the 'Soul's world'
And so are we in every universe ... in every realm
_____________________________
July 25th, 2022
Categories:
multiverse, 1st grade, destiny, fate,
Form:
Rhyme
my love for you,
is like the universe,
it grows day after day,
it cannot be kept at bay,
sometimes I think I will say,
that I will be your shining armored knight,
who will rescue you from the darkness of night,
but it is you who saves me,
from things I don't see,
I will always love you,
from the beginning of hell,
to the end of the universe and back,
through a longer possible track,
my love for you,
is like the universe,
it grows each day,
like a Multiverse.
Categories:
multiverse, cute love, emo, first
Form:
Lyric
The universe is vast, unimaginable
With uncountable circles of beings and things
The multiverse is folding around all.
Categories:
multiverse, world,
Form:
Haiku
It was the second morning of “daylight savings time,” and the change was noticeable.
My BF Peter has a doctorate in applied physics, he's an expert, so I asked him, “How do they move the sun?”
He gave me one of his patented, blank looks, “What, who moves the sun?” He answered.
“Well, yes,” I said, “I suppose the “who” is important, but HOW do they move the sun? Peter can be dense sometimes.
“What are you TALKING about?” Peter asked, his head tilted in confusion.
I explained, “It’s daylight savings, ya? The sun is different, SO - how do they move the sun?”
“They don’t MOVE the sun,” he said, in a smug "I've got a PhD" way, “people set their clocks ahead an hour.”
I was stunned - Could it all be a cheap trick?
How, (I snorted in my mind) could they get everyone on earth to do THAT?
I didn’t argue, but I didn’t set my Apple Watch ahead or my laptop, or my desktop, or my iPad or Alexa - his “apotheosis” was obviously wrong.
He’s a new PhD, they just haven’t told him how they do it yet. I can wait. I patted his hand for support.
Peter also says that, out there in the “multiverse,” there may be an earth where I don’t have homework. First of all, isn’t it just like a guy to believe all of that “marvel comic” stuff?
“So, Superman’s real then?” I asked. He just lowered his head - burn: I had him there.
Secondly, can he get me/us to this planet “No homework?” NO.
Applied physics may very well be useless.
.
.
Webster: Apotheosis: a perfect example of something
**I used this incorrectly on purpose (crossing heart) I swear.
Categories:
multiverse, boyfriend, humor, school, science,
Form:
Free verse
Sub quarks became emergent in the wondering deep
The great nothing was gracious enough to form in the beginning
Space time filled up with blinking sub atomic lights
Flowing in and out of reality with eyes on the eternal flux
Cosmic voids can lose our trust in such realities
But how can something come from nothing?
How does nothingness produce something?
Something had to be there before a bang
A Big Bang needs something there to bang against
Precursor particles arrived with atomic values
Perceivable only when observable in eternal night
Formed from the nothing into something
Designated objects evolved electric
Gravity measured every weight
Of that which makes up the void
Of forces to be avoided after dark
Once upon a time, well within the cosmic reaches
Deeply embedded, near by existed, Multiverse Nine
Escaping with some light and dust as it evaporated
Imploded, exploded, concluded everywhere
Some elements shifted into our here from there
Red embers faded as their worlds and suns died out
Our neighbors are less remembered now
Gathered up and swallowed up by space and time
We never really knew them but we wish them well
Almighty God, bless all the humanoids lost in space
In body, in mind, in time, from Multiverse Nine
Thank you for your decree that we believe
In the visible and invisible in all realities
Take our neighbor’s souls to a better place
One that comes with running water and a human race
A place where planets live in peace in space and time
And warranties don’t run out when the universe expires
Termination on the ephemeral tide is common
For those who had eyes to see
They never saw it coming
An entire universe departed into the depths of space
Into the vacuous void as a mistake
Thank you for giving us strange particles
Exotic and confusing as they might be
We don’t know what to do with them
Good-Bye Multiverse Nine
Thanks for stopping by
Categories:
multiverse, creation, deep, space,
Form:
Free verse
So many theories, but new heaven and new earth
Is in our lexicon. Our universe has had a birth
And death before, if you accept the Big Bang
(But remember, science starts with a bang, nowhere to hang
The origin, why? and by whom? Or what?)
The black holes are the singular events
They create new universes by gravity dense
Swallowing up and recreating a multiverse
And we have been reading this poem and verse
Perhaps three million times before as ourselves
Math does agree: a paradox in sphere can replicate itself!
Categories:
multiverse, 12th grade, bible, confusion,
Form:
Didactic
I step outside to get some air
upon the ship’s fine teakwood deck,
the North Atlantic air bites deep,
I raise my collar ’round my neck.
Remind myself that it’s April,
and that it must be near midnight,
the long bow seems a lovely place
to stretch my legs and smoke my pipe.
I’m not usually up this late,
but no one sleeps upon this ship,
spent hours in the first-class lounge,
swapping tales with some rich Brits.
It was a treat coming onboard,
a maiden voyage is not cheap,
but I landed deals in England,
and so this luxury I reap.
Though my success cannot compare
to some of the men still inside,
those Astors and those Guggenheims…
can’t imagine such gilded lives.
Not far away, up by the bow,
two sweethearts forget the whole world,
I remember my youthful days
hen I could get lost in a girl.
Heck, I’m not even forty yet,
and were this fifteen years ago,
maybe that would be me and Claire...
so long as mother didn’t know.
I smile and turn my gaze back
upon the night so flat and dark,
no moon to cast its silver glow,
can see no light, nary a spark.
But wait…I think I see a mass,
it’s darker than the starry sky,
alarm bells ring and shouts go up,
the front of the the ship comes alive.
Ship lights reflect, I see ice,
a berg that’s right ahead of us!
Cold panic races down through me,
death comes quick, and I see the cause.
Engines groan, the ship shudders,
the water roiled and churned,
iron creaks loud as the vessel
desperately attempts to turn.
I see the iceberg drawing near,
a slick sheen of white and blue,
my chest thumps like a triphammer
at this cold, yet beautiful doom.
But then the prow, it clears the berg!
Shifts left twenty, then thirty feet,
water opens wide between us,
the ship and iceberg do not meet!!
It takes my stunned mind a moment,
then I release a long-held breath,
never in all of my years
have I come so very close to death.
To think that so many people
could’ve all frozen or drowned,
just imagine the tragedy
if this great ship had gone down…
Categories:
multiverse, anxiety, fear, history, imagery,
Form:
Narrative
Distant jewels of night inthrall my eye.
A timeless question forms upon my mind.
Universe. Compared to you, what am I?
Inside I feel alien to my own kind...
With their fruitless efforts to quantify-
eternity and shape reality.
They place limits on an unruly sky-
a witless display of totality.
Stranger than fiction; that which is scope-less.
As if the eye of the mind were sublime.
Depictions of fire; but yet smokeless.
Stars ablaze, make relevant space and time.
To you, I’m a cosmic ghost in this shell.
We’re one and the same, no matter the veil.
November 27, 2020
Categories:
multiverse, art, deep, extended metaphor,
Form:
Sonnet
On a planet light years away
I found myself face down in alien dust
I knew not how I got here
The dust was fine and bright yellow
It stained my clothes and hands
I got up and started to move forward
Then something caught me by the ankle
It pulled me hard and fast below the surface
And in that moment I was sliding down a chute upon my back
Colours flashed like lightening before my eyes
Then I discovered I was spinning
And a kaleidoscope of images
Assailed me touching and laughing
But they were blurs as they moved so fast
And I could then suddenly heard whispering
That echoed off the walls coalescing into chaos
Then ebony darkness hit my eyes
And left my mind in panic
Then a bright new sun I saw arising
Above a far off horizon
And the brightness and the warmth grew quick
As the sun rose more and more
Before all of a sudden I felt myself face down
On a cold marbled polished floor.
I looked up warily, wondering what I'd find
And as my eye acclimatised I studied what I had spied
A group of varied aliens in rows sitting in various chairs
Studying me and talking deeply
About what they believed they perceived
A being representing humanity
I said I am not like them I am a spirit being
They all nodded in assent
And they said that is why you've been brought here
It's now your time to transcend
To a higher plain and frequency
Beyond our knowledge and realms
To a place of multiverse fantasy
And Everlasting dreams.
Categories:
multiverse, color, dark, dream, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
The multiverse me
Somewhere, out there,
In the multiverse, they say,
There’ll be, another me,
Living life, a different way.
Enjoying, un-annoying,
My days, when at school,
Attentive, un-inventive,
Never question any rule.
Robotic, hypnotic,
Subservient, a chump,
A yes man, depressed man,
Asking, “How high should I jump?”
Somewhere, out there,
In the multiverse, there’ll be,
A man with my name,
Who is nothing like me!
Categories:
multiverse, satire, universe,
Form:
Rhyme
Letting Go and Calm Witnessing
When U have no solution
You tried it all; Fate Insists you fall. You no longer stand tall
Such moments come often
We try to forget the falls - feeling nothing, helps find your nobodyness
If we hold up a "failure at Solution"
That moment is a mix of doing nothing AND "doing along" with the Universe
When you felt nobody cares (loss of attention)
That mix of nobody with everybody, Multiverse
Is deep insight: becoming nobody makes us everybody with Universe
BACKGROUND: I was a Hindu as one born into such a family in South Africa may be a Hindu, away from India. This meditation is similar in the impetus to Jesus's frequent TWIST of OPPOSITES in the New Testament. The high will be brought low; the meek shall inherit the earth - or more; dying is the way to real living: mainly Matthew 5, 6, 7 or The Sermon on the Mount.
Let us cite a few examples from Paul: I am strong when I am weak; I can do nothing but in Christ I can do anything and everything --
2 Corinthians 12:10 and 2 Corinthians (Epistle) 4:7.
Shalom, shalom to Great Harrys & Marys, Vijays & Ordinarys. LuvYa
Categories:
multiverse, heaven, humanity, identity, mental
Form:
Blank verse
Dewdrops in lush grass, liquid sunshine,
Iridescent shimmers, mountain to valley,
Reflecting the velvety emerald of spring,
From innumerable different fresh angles.
Quicksilver on the purple morning petals,
Or on blooms crimson, cream or apricot.
The glister has come, proclaiming softly,
Tiny universes that were somehow forgot!
Categories:
multiverse, beauty, green, morning, nature,
Form:
Free verse