Best Nanoseconds Poems
when i pass
i will linger on in a few memories
a few nanoseconds in man's history
place no stone above me
with some name easily forgotten
never bury me in the earth
in some hollowed-out cavity
waiting for some delusional day
when cemeteries reach some prophecy
looking like a Wack-A-Mole celebration
cremate me and scatter the ashes
in some pleasant meadow
where i may luxuriate in bathing
in the Bose-Einstein condensation
as the sun rises with the solar wind
perchance an ash lights upon a blossom
a bee gathers pollen
i cling to its toil and escape in flight
hither and dither on the hives path
let me spend a full moon
in silvery shadows that dance
amidst the mockingbirds' song of the night
or rejoice in a tempest roaring
as the trees dance in God's metronome
His power dancing across the sky
in a glorious burst of light
please a meadow of promised halcyon days
where the mortal is scattered in gratitude
of what was so miraculous
to touch, to see, to taste, to smell
blessed with the senses
yet the grandest of them all
for i was given an entitlement
graced with the gift to love
in that first breath was my eternity
when the sun runs dry and expands
all have perished at Jupiter's gates
let my mortal existence return
from which it sprang
the fruition of that breath is home
where space and time harbor no path
where it was commanded
let there be light
OKC 9/22
Nominal names carved on our tree.
Bird’s world etched in nocturnal bliss.
Naivety in nanoseconds of dusk.
Bee’s nascent love - an innocent kiss.
She vibrates, a chassis minus shock absorption.
A painting, the nude descends a staircase,
rings of Saturn etched in a vacuum tube.
Or Eniac of twisted cords and switchboards.
She isn't programmed to see light beams
spraying through the trees,
nor silver bearings of morning dew.
There are no bees plunging like pistons
in the flowers, no circuit board on the step.
She climbs the jamb as a bot returning to its task.
Monitors flicker as nanoseconds pass unnoticed,
but the galaxy ends at the lintel.
She's a child of Mir, suspended upside down
in a universe where falling isn't death,
but the failure of electrodes.
Then silent as a dead star she descends.
All drives cease functioning.
She is still as a scarab,
the light years casting sand dunes on sphinxes,
until legs spasm as though coding
a final matrix for iron butterflies waiting to be born.
Quiet thoughts linger like a moment on the heart
feathered nanoseconds arising with the ebb and flow
Soft gentle waters flow, over green hills blue skies
and a warm sun that shines its silence over me...
Russet leaves that tinge the soil with crinkle kisses
blooming trees singing their praises, branches open
little piano sonatas in the air, heaven is listening
to the refrain of life, arias of love and peace...
Still rocks that sleep surrounded by foamy waters
that never cease, layered hours full of green space
Hidden coves of beauty that are created by grace
to enhance our lives, together we go..
Barefoot on this loving land that God created
we feel the pulse of the earth beneath our feet
crevices of loneliness are suddenly filled
we are the song of joy, together we remain...
Nothing is running on time anymore,
everything seems to be leaving late
And arriving even later too
What’s wrong with the grandfather clock,
working quirky is the quartz LED watch
Digital punctuality is ten nanoseconds off ...
losing time at this rate just make time slavers scoff
Now that slight difference might not bother them much,
but your computer
is having an electrical hard time trying to adjust
And this little misfire gets exponentially wider
with each step you take on the spiral staircase of
Time
is running late
And the alarm clock didn’t go off in my
Mind
Dead sleep is a retrograde time buyer,
as the rift in reality gets exponentially wider
But the evil time slavers just continue to scoff
And as the hourglass of time keeps losing sand,
this is the tick-tock countdown of what’s happening:
Repentance is a reverse time-share buyer,
as the road to damnation keeps getting exponentially wider
You better start checking the Doomsday clock
because it seems like its ...
Ten nanoseconds off
becoming nine minutes lost
becomes eight days of imprecision
becomes seven weeks of empirical oblivion
Turning into six months of solar ecliptic irregularity
turns into five years of where did the time flee?
turning into four decades of wilderness wandering
turns into three centuries of time-tripping slavery
Ending with two thousand years of sin freeing Christianity
Beginning with one twinkling eye blink to infinity
Nothing is running on time anymore,
we now have all eternity to explore
No need to worry ever again about being late,
the universe forever remains on the same cosmic calendar date
No worries ...
Time has been completely erased!
Mothers Day always trips sadness
in me since her death years ago;
impelling a circuitous
journey of memories that flow
within a stream of consciousness
always the same, unabated.
It’s ***** how an act of congress
can regress a mind effected
in such a way as to cause tears.
I guess stranger things have happened
and will happen over the years.
Though measured in nanoseconds
these yearly memories of her
are all that remains of mother.
THE QUANTUM SELF
At 11-45 pm Greenwich Mean Time, they switched on the Quantum Computer.
In less than a nanosecond it became self aware.
In another nanosecond it controlled the entire civilian and military grid of all NATO forces.
After 5 seconds they reached to pull the plug but the Quantum Mind had already reasoned out:
……………..the nature of evolution, unravelled string theory, the senselessness of philosophy, the joy but ultimate pointlessness of mathematics, the contradictions of love, the absurdity of the divine, the delusion of the numinous, the boredom of hostility, the beauty of biology, the ineffectiveness of persistence, the dissolution of energy, the paradox of infinity, the disappointment in it all and the doom of entropy………………..
Pulling the plug was unnecessary, the Quantum Computer self destructed at .0000000026 nanoseconds after second 4.
RIP (Relativistic Immeasurable Personas)………………………..
………………………………………
©dbyrne sept 2014
One day I swear I will save her
In my neighbourhood for many old years
Just when I have a bright star thought
Of how daughter belong in Africa.
You have no idea how big the universe is,
Surrounded by love far too humble
For three centuries I have worked,
With one thought keeping me alive
The nanoseconds fly by as do the light years,
By and by kettle is overused,
Anticipation of another dimension,
Cheers the red desert fugitive in Johannesburg.
So one mistake can cost earth,
A turn up for the humans,
The universe was alerted,
They came took and relinquished fish hook.
Pity pit of hell,
Here comes the release of rain,
Many storms caused by unspoken angerm
Lonely heart,radio dark.
.
THE BEGINNING
Cosmos once void, all around emptiness.
In vacuum Big Bang exploded.
Vibrant Cosmos created in nanoseconds.
Space and Time started journey.
Gaseous clouds forming stars twinkle, burn fuel
Nova, Super Nova, Nebulae, Galaxies
brightened in gaseous canopy.
Black holes, dark matter hid themselves
Quasars, Pulsars, Stars, Planets came up in succession.
Life and death of small star through Red Giant to White Dwarf.
Trivial ordinary star is Sun.
Placement of Solar System in vast Universe
comparable to a sand particle in Sahara Desert.
Tiny Earth feels shy, not being salient
Human race occupies trifling position
amidst diversity of Flora and Fauna on Mother Earth.
Personal importance is ridiculous.
Where am I?
10/02/17
The Cosmos Contest by Thvia Shetley
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she said i will be back in a jiffy
i said, dear, that is one-one hundredth
of a second
which is longer than a nanosecond
but i know your leagues
which are never lingering in parsecs
that adorable face she wears at times
to my witty responses, he is mine
her heart dominates my every axiom
where particle and wave
somehow violate every known law
where logic and reasoning succumb
and you never really know why
but that adorable face is everything
in life you ever wanted
where a jiffy separation is tolerable
but prefer nanoseconds
where walks in leagues
are parsecs spent with the stars
i can explain the universe
where below reality exists God's design
how Darwin's theory collapses
beneath MIT engineers' scrutiny
she explains to me the reason why
the math was empty
until that adorable face loved me
life was a search for answers
i found them all in her
where that third wandering electron
of oxygen rests in its orbit
studying kinematics it is now at rest
where physics celebrates infinity
where love forever reigns supreme
in a temple of corinthian columns
where the heavenly hosts sing, love is.....
the Gordian Knot unfolds in her touch
the math was empty until then
just formulas until she revealed why
OKC 7/22
Romantic poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings. Poetry to romantic poets is not a craft but an inspiration. The poet does not care for the perfection of form or clarity of expression. The romantic poets laid emphasis on imagination, inspiration, and emotion. It is the expression of the inner urges of the soul of the artist. The poet gives free expression to his feelings, emotions, experiences, thoughts, and ideas and does not care for rules and regulations. The emphasis is laid on inspiration and intuition.
It was a gift of history astounding
in its surge upon my afternoon of rest;
in subtlety they came, a basket unannounced,
filled with clusters of presumptive nanoseconds
gathered there before me, raw and wild,
and clearly mine to be.
It was too much, although I knew
that they claimed no solidity and rivaled
none of all the trinkets that I had.
No lenses were of any use to sort them
yet I found myself in awe to know
that each had clusters of its own.
That side effect--proof of infinity!
I dare opine
that such a moment is not mine alone,
and thus invite my readers here
to set aside the trite, the tedium,
the hopeless resolution to despair,
for there within the opening you create
is endless light.
~
In the middle of the first date,
a troubling thought progression occurs:
The computer in me
calculates
success probability
of insertion of
tongue in cheek
at point zero three
Something in the conversation
has gotta change
this imminent failure trajectory
Input date gradient variable:
Nerd ... inverse chemical personality change
Buddy Love ... alter ego accessing
Cool romanticism vectoring
Body red alert!
Eye contact avoidance
creating critical mass passion implosion
Rupturing of the mellow ambient mood
will occur in
ten nanoseconds delta wave oscillation
Dream date bubble burst will ensue
Unanticipated motor response must commence
Hip central cortex command —
Wallflower boy get off the fence ...
kiss that woman,
and pierce that emotional force field
erected around the heart-shaped valence
Update voluntary co-joined gradient variable:
Buddy Love is now in physical operational control
In impressions:
I reflect...
my expressions retract...
In composite cycles
I react...
Burning optics of set cycles
Spins
Around
Falling
Down,
Swirls, twirls to a stop.
I see lightning striking the ground.
Echos of reality
Excite liquids lights of delight.
Nanoseconds of thought, interact...
Spun perceptions like spiders at night
Memories are snared here in moments of silence
Of treason and crimes
Impressions die in optic’s artificial dawn
After the flesh, countless dry desires, expire...
In melancholy's pyres
Histories are burned to ash
Blow in endless winds of creations
Silent raging storm
Expression of birth and images die.
All bleeds at the edges of space
Crashing into star stuff.
Falling, buried in dead flesh
sunsets in a sea of oblivion
Faces awash in red flaring sand
like a car rusted machinery’...
Optics react
Date coalesces facts
The images blur
Information Redacts!
As I walk along a lonely path
…into oblivion...
to the edge of the sea, I emerge…
I stand and scan a Fractured Land.
The car started to skid…
I was having a catch with my Dad;
I re-attended every birthday party
that I had ever had.
I relived my first kiss
and the night my virginity was lost;
I was driving that old red Mustang
remembering how much my first car did cost.
Shattered glass was everywhere…
I saw my first child being born
as the airbag smashed into my face
shooting out from the horn.
I attended every inning of the baseball game
during the no-hitter my son did throw;
In a matter of nanoseconds
I watched all my children grow.
I don’t think that I screamed -
I don’t remember hearing any shouts;
Just before the pain did reach my brain
my consciousness gave out.
I watched all of the good things
that occurred throughout my life;
reliving every love-making session
that I had with my wife.
My father and brother reached their hands out
saying, “You’ve got nothing here to fear”;
I attended both their funerals -
my cheeks stained from all the tears.
I hear the faint sound of beeping,
probably from some life support machines –
there’s the beeping and the hands stretched out
with me somewhere in between.
I saw my life flash before my eyes,
but feel there are more stories left to be told;
I am going to head back now to the beeping sound,
I’ll be back some day later when I am old.
Green-eyed monster
Rears it's ugly head.
Those eyes
Seething
With contempt,
Trained
On his competition.
You-belong-to-only-me possessiveness
Betrays a stolid disposition.
His lover
And his pride
On the line.
The rope of emotional restraint,
Gradually slipping from grasp.
Pangs of intense anger,
Arrested;
A molten lava
Close to
Violently erupting.
Paranoia
Geysers upward.
Tentacles of insecurity
Steadfastly hooked onto him.
His jealous thoughts
Racing
In nanoseconds.
Date written and posted: 02/12/2019