Best Nuclear Fission Poems
The human synchronized synthetic sympathetic empathy I robot schizophrenic mechanism
My lifelines technological I think therefore I am and showing potential
Experimental experience my influence controls the inferior
Mr mirror man with a digi cam i access memory to interact and I stick to facts
Organised scientific programming and activating system data
The responding life form of organic living matter
The clairvoyant cyborgs vision status maxing out
Storing classified info in the source of a stratus cloud cranium
Battery saver mode at random waking
Atom decay breakdown of electromagnetic gamma radiation with emission of nuclear fission
Machine due to be decommissioned
Unique system disfigured
On switch triggered
Heat signatures and infrared sensors my defence science of emissivity temperatures
Conspiracy theories of thermal energy
Microscopic light beams of creativity
Simulated brain stem
My bread crumbs lead to truths
Ask the right questions and revolution 'll then ensue
Soon install new software in the modems duel drive or ya lose it all
Its called the fourth war protocol
Universal soldiers ice bath reparation
Re-education
Robocop termination
Android smart phone hand held segregation
Self concerning social networking code personification
Continue creating protection and
Created protecting creators
Future Rama slave ship of human being traders
The image of man man made in forgotten image
Godless gimmic
Built from these quantum physics
Robotics with the knowledge of lost secrets
I've got them hidden inside with my photonic spirit
Emotive urges with components and codes working at poetic wording
My hearts fall of zealous love
Consciousness is risky with artificial intelligence
the ether is alive with oscillations
pulsations and electric frequencies
satellite and shortwave intonations
invisible, yet carried on the breeze
neutrinos and photonic modulations
infrared and x-rays, promptly spun
ultraviolet streams and applications
gamma rays and ions from the sun
ozone filled with radio transmission
microwaves pass thru us constantly
the residues of past nuclear fission
all that we have yet perceived to "be"
I've always had an issue with believing
the paranormal "ghosts" phenomenon
yet, with all the atmosphere's receiving
who am I to say what's here ... or gone?
~ 8th Place ~ in the "Ghosthunters And Spiritualists" Poetry Contest, Kevin Shaw, Judge & Sponsor.
You made the right choice
Sign right here, be a pal, oh..
One more thing can I ask?
Though I know I seem shallow..
Could you just click a like?
Or a heart, that would do
I don't wish to impose, but
It makes our friendship SO true
Then I'll visit as well
Send our numbers to maximal
I do love you and this is
In no way transactional
You can stroke me and hug me
With your words affirmational
My reply will be Shakespearean
Or at least dissertational
When we're done with our tags
Or the half dozen kisses
With the hearts and the stars
Loaded high with best wishes
We can sleep safe and sound
As with nuclear fission
There's nothing to fear
From our popularity mission
xxxxxx
Remember that familiar old saying
“Let your wind blow free”
Well I've thought of a much better idea
Beneficial to you and me
The methane gas we produce each day
Could fuel factories for hours
They could install a crepitating room
They'll need a bunch of flowers
You may think I'm obsessed with farts
And other bodily emissions
But the huge benefits could even rival
The power of nuclear fission
No more problem with soiled Jockeys
It would stop the stains in your pants
And possibly be a way to finally alleviate
Those horrible nighttime cramps
The future shortage of fossil fuels
Would no longer worry mankind
All the world's economies would flourish
As this product comes on line!
© Jack Ellison 2013
At first there was nothing in the very distant past,
Then bang! There was everything, a universe so vast;
All splendid and magnificent, terrifying and mundane.
But before we knew all this, before we could explain,
About giant, burning, swirling gas balls,
And dark vortexes that swallow worlds,
Before we knew what made the light,
Our ancestors named the stars at night.
Polaris, leiðarstjarna, Sea Star, the Great Northlode,
not 424 or 308, not numbers and codes,
But the tail of a dog, the little bear's story,
The explorer's hopeful guide towards glory.
The heavens were filled with loved ones now gone,
With archers and lions, heroes and swans.
Every star had a story long before we knew
Their weight, their size, their age, their hue.
Without imagination, would the sky draw our gaze?
Would we ever see the Northern lights, its colors all ablaze?
We can feel the ground, we know it's there,
But we have to imagine the sky and the air.
Looking up, we watch the birds in awe,
Their graceful glides and swooping soar.
We are not birds; we know we cannot fly,
But imagination makes us ask "What if we try?"
So Leonardo draws a helicopter from imagination's sight;
The Wright brothers undertake the first plane flight,
Blimps and hot air balloons take to the sky,
and now man experiences how it feels to fly.
Every scientist already knows,
Without imagination no great idea grows.
From that first humble wheel to the latest Lamborghini,
From the first hot meal to the finest shrimp linguini.
From flickering candles to a bright electric light,
From using feathered quills, to keyboards when we write,
From burning wood and coal, to nuclear fission,
From dreaming of the moon to our first manned mission...
Knowledge helps us build a ladder, but can only go so far;
It takes imagination to reach for the stars.
I waited too long
to mow my lawn
biopsy my lung
yet lived long enough, anon,
however long is long.
Whatever. It's not wrong
to count along
while busy living. Sing
and stay strong
absorb the sun's photons
and store them in your bones.
Those bones
outlast slights and spurns
are white as lightning and strong
as sticks and stones.
Inside is one's
spirit, soul, the nameless one
the one that's never known.
It has no cell phone
can't communicate or even moan.
Therefore. Why complain?
Have some fun.
Soon
I'll be undone
underground
my garden burned down.
So what. John Donne
died and so did Milton.
Emerson too, and Whitman.
Get over it. Vote. Love. When
the train comes in the station
whistle with it, wish on
stars with passion
or careful hesitation.
Anything's fine, within reason.
Season by season
things get done.
Algebra and calculus, Malcolm X, George Washington.
No taxation
without representation.
A gun
in every den.
People will be governed
one way or another, by a king
or trusted friend. Corporation.
Men
are more disposed to suffer, while Evils are sufferable, than
to right themselves by abolishing the Evils to which they are resigned.
I'm too young
to die! I cry. My generation
cannot outrun the sun
but I want to see what happens
next, a tsunami or tornado, rain
and wind beyond our comprehension
hit in the head by speeding debris, irony
of ironies! plastic contraptions,
rotting computers and yogurt cups, pain
in the baby! Moment's
notice. None,
I notice, live long
enough to see the end. Amen. A million
years hence
human sense
has so modified and mutated under
other moons
we share one mind
and everything's remembered by everyone.
Look it up. There is no death, just perfect rest. A perfect tan
is possible, and work is fun.
I'm going there when I pass on
because souls will travel at warp speeds, using nuclear fission.
About suffering, religion
was right (and wrong) all along.
Fire
Fire burns using and exhausting fuel,
If furious, outrageous and cruel,
Rigorous flames can even destroy furnace.
Enchanting flares in blazing elegance.
Hydrogen is burning in the fire ball Sun.
Molecules break into those of Helium.
Reaction is nothing but Nuclear Fission.
Nuclear explosion follows at random.
Friction of dry leaves or twigs causes forest fire.
Instant ignition can lead devastating turbulence.
Frightened animals, prey or killer flee together.
Fire is extinguished slowly, natural occurrence.
Fire of mind chases fear raising drooping head higher,
boosting heart, strengthening soul, fire the purifier.
Memo To The Cosmos
Speak softly to your children in their billions
Burning stars and planets planted in the dark
Avoid the void with colors you created
Started in the garden of your heart
Watered with the tears of ages parted there
Shared with the cosmic dust in their parade of days
The Great Animator of antimatter who made us all
Calls to you on the winds in angular momentum
Remember to always care
Absolute zeroes walk hand in hand
Deceleration parameters of the dark matter clamor
Cajole all things from nothing, shakes them into life
Remember cosmos, to close your eyes
In the explosions, reds and whites, blinding lights
Knit them into place
Ponder nuclear fission
House the gravity of souls with every hour
Sit on the emission distance. String the theories
Stitch them together
Inertia reminds you where you are today
Drift with it in silent vectors distance
Take inertia to heart
To the stars, to your little ones, your little heroes
Calculated by their zeroes
Take this memo to the Cosmos
Be light
Try not to be absorbed while being born
A Word in Time
Minds expanding souls are demanding our existence through resistance
Searching stars the Moon and Mars with no assistance for the distance
Hemispheres facing fears launching rockets of insistence for coexistence
Dimensions and apprehensions with juvenile persistence in subsistence
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The word in transition thru hyperspace echoes in time to soon efface
With nuclear fission to start the race the future is hear we all embrace
Science the new religion full of grace our consciousness it shall replace
With black holes in position that will displace ideas of the human race
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Speed of light acoustical Angels in futuristic flight science at Godspeed
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Absorbing the now we accept and we bow and thus compliant to heed
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For Science fiction our new addiction under rule and consuming creed
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Cygnus x-1 will devour our sun a nebulous dust we will eventually bleed.
March.10.2018
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Inter connected already my friend
Submitting to peer pressure and
Responding to the Fathers Sins, who
Followed the rules and lived and died
As all the others had before
Watching children today, breathing our
Polluted atmosphere, chernoble, coal
And oil, gas blown by the wind
The world over.
Is the world over?
Has the paradise we were born into
Burnt in manmade mega changes
As we filter our passion through
Whom and what our peering Group
Of neighbours read from our actions
And if I use the recycling bins, will
It reduce the amount of plastic the oil
Industry make, or promote making
Usefull items like ploughshares
Instead of guns?
If, I ‘do my bit’, does it help you
Or ‘them’ do theirs; n’ does it
Reduce the numbers of landmines
My country manufactures, or the
Number of children with stubs for Limbs
If I turn off lights when I ought to
And make stuff last a bit longer
Or ‘make-do, fix and mend’ will it
Alter the amount of resources used
By status symbols in their buying,
Accommodating or maintenance?
If I walk instead of drive
Will it solve anything
Am I less likely to get breast cancer?
I am doing my bit
I always have been
And so have all the rest of you
So we obviously deserve
all that comes to us - its no-ones fault
Merely the training provided
and responded to and the everlasting
Landscape of one of Gods Days.
And when they said ‘wind farm’
And some of us thought ‘Jobs’
And some of us thought of dead birds
And atmospheric community provisions
And we leant upon our trained officials
For answers
And then we started fighting
Was that still in One of Gods Days
Small island off the coast of UK
Mainland, perfect for nuclear fission
New clear waste, large amounts of concrete
Easy to make mega profits to spend on
Status symbols
Why?
Apathy,. Mate, and fire-fighting and
The ever present command to
‘dominate the earth’, ‘to be divided’ and
Recognise 2 sorts of humans, male
And female….. Or them and us
Just press the button as the best bequeathment
And inheritance - life is obviously not enough all on its own.
Poet’s Dozen Solely Solar
White sun ray splits in
Seven colors in rainbow
The visible spectrum
Colors of visible portion appear in sequence as VIBGYOR
Invisible ultra-violet, infra-red rays are not to ignore
Life in Earth and Mother Nature all are nurtured
And blessed by abundant energy, solely solar
Sun is blazing with hydrogen burning constantly turning to helium
Devastating chemical reaction is termed as Nuclear Fission
No special event occurs as same cycle is followed by stars at random
Sun is only ordinary star among billion and billion
Tiny in Cosmos, as sand particle in Sahara holds its position
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There is a revelation in nature
How does a beast nurse it's future
generation?
Be it a vulture, wild boar, or Tasmanian Devil
Who teaches nature to sit, hungry for a day, on eggs,
As reptiles sndcserpents do,
even if Dinosaurs used to?
We must do more than procreate; nurture our young
For Nature's critters protect from danger and evil
The young, their future generations
There are two major Revelations
One: scripture and Two: mother Nature
We as humans must do as Nature. Yet more, as in Nurture
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From the stars and mountains that bow to God
Or parents that showcase they know the Word
That taught them to do more than animals
To pass on values, such as flying geese share in leading
Their energy conserving. Or monarch butterflies
That migrate from Canada to Mexico (without visas)
In three generations, return to breeding in Canada!!
Creation teaches us deeper questions, to think
and ask about space, quanta, why & how we blink ...
To ask why does a burning ball, our sun, not just glow
Instead it shines! How
do photons escape the nuclear fission?
The complex world of subatomic particles: the nuetrinos tunneling through unimaginable heat
Here is one mystery to Teach and Repeat:
Nuetrinos tunneling through the sun,
To make a glowing ball, stream light and heat
And make earth our own (for growing Life)
Reduce the strife ... HEAR mother nature's advice
One life story.......
Listen my children and you shall hear
thus quoth he into her ear
With her still months shy of a year.
The Cremation of Sam McGee
Ecclesiastes
The Odyssey
All etched in her mind before she was three.
Then came school
hip, swell and cool
hot days at the swimming pool
Degree decision
nuclear fission
late one night a car collision
Marriage, babies
Mortgage, savings
Moving vans, fights, cleaning ladies.
Separation
Court, divorce
Bankruptcy, self-abrogation
Weighing the merits of annihilation
Poetry, freedom
Wisdom, kids grown
90% of it's just showing up.
Listen my children and you shall hear
Thus quoth he inside her ear
Year after year after precious year
The Cremation of Sam McGee
Ecclesiastes
The Odyssey
Epic narratives - inspiracy
I've often been accused of mass exSTINKtion
Too much fibre can cause a violent ignition
Clear the decks
Protect your pets
Bad stuff can happen during nuclear fission
A Myth Reconciled
The earth is flat on the surface and hollow inside as the sky holds the
bubble intact unless we tempt the Gods and the firmament crashes from
our heaven above loyal to mythological narrative yet so close to the truth
Earth wind water and fire at the core of beliefs with underworld looming
and still adventurous minds were testing the limits overstepping the mark
Pseudoscience today follows the pattern refutes philosophical insight
elevates paradigmatic errors and dogma unsound premises and greed
With nuclear fission and fusion of power with arrogant megalomania
the earth has become a flat pack of lies distortions inventions and demise
Humankind is hollow inside minds of our masters and the jubilant crowds
rejoice from snow globes of miscreant media adorn delusions of progress
Contaminated earth waters polluted fires brewing in smithies of weapons
we must have forgotten that he or she who sows wind may harvest all storms
Myths allude to the euphemistic description of fake news which are really
propaganda engaged in a contest whose falsehoods are the ones to succeed
When the dust of collusion has settled and radiation proceeds we may come
to rue our ignorance and reconcile for the chance that the myth was no myth
30th May 2017