Best Protons Poems
Just how small can the smallest things be?
Is there anything even smaller to see?
Down where tiny particles are giants
discovered, observed and studied by science
Does the subatomic go in as far
as the universe's most distant star?
And from even a molecule's point of view
are there things even more minute to pursue?
Does infinity truly stretch both ways
without and within, or let me rephrase
Does the microscopic go on forever
in a vast and endlessly inward endeavor?
Are protons and neutrons the equals of
the planets and galaxies up above?
Whether grandiose or inconsequential
may your regard for each be reverential
For all creation should be held in awe
with its perfect alignment of physical law
From Canis Majoris to a hydrogen bond
and everything in between and beyond
We each are a part both great and small
of the infinitesimal and cosmic all
Categories:
protons, creation, science, stars, universe,
Form:
Rhyme
Dive right in, come one and all, into the mini-me of a microcosmic mall,
Protons and electrons in a balanced brawl, with neutrons standing tall…
Quarks and leptons hide within, dancing with the atom upon their spin,
All this within my sudorific skin, shaking hands with my cosmic kin…
Amidst the infinite multiverse, we are fragile fractals in quantum reverse,
Through mini black holes we disperse, as particles of light, we immerse…
The very small can be very big, as you’ll find out in a dimensional dig,
Infinitesimal of a tiny twig, all atoms roaming in their galactic gig…
A minuscule minut micro mass, all exist within a gigantic goliath gas,
Observing with the looking eye-glass as the universe in me comes to pass.
July.10.2019
The Miniverse Poetry
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Categories:
protons, creation, metaphor, universe,
Form:
Couplet
From the beginning, people have asked themselves,
how God came into being or how God creates from nothing?
The God seekers are advancing ethical axioms
and truth is withstanding the test of experience.
Human mind is made out for reason and truth.
Reason gives us freedom
and freedom makes a human being a moral subject.
The man is a moral being and justice is greater than love.
We don’t know, why protons in the core of atom
are attracted and not repelled
even though, they have the same electrical charge?
What decides that a cell becomes animal or a plant cell?
Every leaf has many cells and each is more complicated
than a human made rocket.
Why stars, Earth and other planets are weightless in space
and what force makes universe to expand?
Expanding universe is astounding.
Space is stretching and does not collapse.
Why Dolphins live in water for millions of years,
even though they do not have gills
and cannot breath oxygen from water?
Nature adapts and man forms himself.
Animals lack our understanding,
but we cannot compare to incorporeal beings
for they are much more advanced than we.
There is more to reality than just phenomenal.
Science interprets things in terms of our experience,
and consciousness is essential to knowledge.
Real world is self contained, independent,
derived from pure consciousness.
Man gets corrupted by the power he has,
but God is almighty and holy indeed.
"Woe to the shepherds who mislead and scatter
the flock of my pasture..."
The king cannot substitute for apostolic succession.
God revealed himself to mankind
and this encounter of God is our experience.
The wholeness of being demands eternity,
otherwise, the being is fractional.
Lord God dwells in unapproachable light
and can deify people and angels and make them Gods,
but only if they are holy first.
Categories:
protons, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
When I closed my eyes they swirled before me,
like little atoms, protons in my hands,
little worlds of their own.
The colours and the sounds, the smells.
When I opened my eyes for the first time
After,
I could not see,
but for those twirling coloured specks of light.
Could not interpret, see what it was,
could not distinguish head or tail.
Was scared when in the middle of
these smithereens a voice appeared
saying things I couldn’t distinguish either.
Life was frightening and complicated
back then.
I am a little proton,
shining bright in the middle of the night,
opposing everything and everyone,
just because I am still around, am still here,
because I am who I am.
I am a little proton,
I am allowed to be here.
I don’t need to be perfect,
don’t need to see, hear or walk faultlessly,
I am allowed in your swarm of
dancing little colourful atoms,
me, your little proton.
***
November 24, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Categories:
protons, emotions, inspirational, smile,
Form:
Free verse
Look inside
hide not in fairy tales
the universe is protons and neutrons
there is no one God in the sky
seeking divinity, with boiled blood
fantasies and fables become undone
humans are a speck of dust
whatever illusions create your exotic desires
whatever
the creator will not look at your garden
he will see into your heart
that black holes do indeed
exist
Categories:
protons, abuse, america, child abuse,
Form:
Free verse
I smell no Jasmines, Daisies or Geraniums this Summer
Nor my soul desires an ancient amphora
Crimson riddles my skin
My mind is an Amethyst.
An Amaranth a fixed star; an amulet
To which my neurons ebb and flow.
Purple radiates in shades
Violet Veins. My palpitations are magenta.
My heart is a deeper shade of purple. This summer.
Like a wound under a microscope.
I long to plot the anelemma of my thoughts
Protons in blue and electrons in amber.
Yet purple dominates my neurons like a clumsily drawn tube map.
In my mind, a soft ray of violet makes a lemniscate
Other colours, smells and senses, an oblivion await.
* This is an exercise in one colour :)
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Poem
Categories:
protons, allegory, joy, love, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Naught But Smoke In The Wind
Ethereal is…as ethereal does
Bundles of atoms is what we be
Empty space wrapped in cosmic fuzz
Electrons trying to break free
We be something…just not very much
We’re not very material atall
Just wee Protons, Neutrons and such
Smooshed all together in a ball
Yet we think…reason and wonder
What our place in the cosmos is
Question, posit and ponder
Is there more, or is this all there tis?
Our origins are in the furnaces of space
Our destinies as fickle as the weather
Our lives be brief, but our souls stay apace
…Our atoms fate…is to live forever…
Categories:
protons, appreciation, creation, life,
Form:
Imagism
light penetrated dark, sound birthed
the Word ~ p o e t r y
a superlative emitting that which changes
emerging when ripened as verse
speaking to people faraway
unlocking alphabets from minds
to glide, fast fly, jump or slowly crawl, landing
at destined places, swords or aces
I am Poetry ~ weep or whimper not for me
existentially dancing, enthralling, glancing at
blank paper to be embroidered in ink
ruby red, black or olive green
free flow I from fingers fragile, artistic or sturdy
regulate me only for joy or exploring expansion
perhaps for judicious judgement
I, P o e t r y ~ sequins of Love convoluted or rayed, in service
purifying emotive sentiments conditioned, romantic, missioned
Heart is my home where rest my letters, forms
cadences, couplets, epics
in non-bewildered intelligence visioning dreamscapes
divine, liberated from bandages, buckles, bondages
alive is my Supersoul breath giving voice to electrons
protons, neutrons which fleetingly capture
essenced life through observed elixirs
as Poetry, I witness action followed by pure
stillness ~ transcendental whirlpools in orbits
my limbs reach language lyrical or plain
burnished and wise
cherishing recitals in sacred spaces
I activate thoughts and visions remaining
supremely unattached attuning words
for Grace ~
undulate imagination in perfect waves
misty, clear or intricate, intriguing, unblemished
gratifying, swivelling, sizzling in my own
fire or ice
I, Poetry, consummated
voice the W o r d
Categories:
protons, allegory, character, creation, deep,
Form:
Free verse
We take it for granted.
What we've all been handed.
This wonderful opportunity that is...
Life.
And when we finally notice
we take it all in with no focus
spinning in circles blind without a purpose
feeling lost with no where to run
in the vastness of the world
a web that has been spun
for who?
For us?
How can that be?
We are so tiny.
In this universe we are but a dot.
Among the innumerable stars we are unable to spot.
But to understand the macro scope,
Look under a microscope.
To see the bizarre,
How big we really are.
Life.
We are all made of the same stuff.
Look around,
Everything is like us.
Disagree?
Look at some quantum theory.
Everything is made of atoms,
Now look a little closer,
Protons,
Neutrons,
Electrons,
And what is in between?
The vastness that is...
Nothing.
You are mostly empty space,
And not just you,
The universe too.
It's all made of...
Nothing.
It may be big,
But so are you.
All you need to do,
Is change your point of view.
We put so much value on things we know to be true.
Things we created,
To understand what we thought was complicated,
But are in fact non-existent;
Time,
Distance,
In fact gravity,
Is just a theory,
We created to try to understand what surrounds us.
The universe doesn't know calculus.
We try to understand the big picture,
Looking for answers so we know what to wish for.
But you have all the answers,
It's in your genetic makeup,
You just need to wake up,
And realize that you are big.
As big as this universe.
Everything was created equal because of one thing...
We are made of nothing.
Categories:
protons, identity, life, science, slam,
Form:
Verse
Encompass
Colours
Like
Intense
Protons
Source
Energy
Categories:
protons, allegory, space,
Form:
Acrostic
I gave birth to a thought today
A shiny little supposition
It wept about all the possibilities
Endless creativity
Directionless refractivity
Like protons racing around an atom blaster
My thoughts began to multiply
It was the Big Bang of my Universe
Then I heard the voice of an angel
Say, “Daddy, this is my science project.”
And now the birth of a thought
Gave birth to a Black Hole
Categories:
protons, birth, father, father daughter,
Form:
Free verse
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
Categories:
protons, beauty, creation, inspiration, science,
Form:
Rhyme
Here we are, at the edge of the universe.
Let us praise that we are alive.
Through the maze of this mausoleum,
Pass the gaze of the singular coliseum; I’m amazed that we survived.
The stars have come and gone, even their memory has faded away.
All that stands is the emptiness and hollowness that was foreshadowed by this pre-destined day.
As I stand here I turn around for one last look to the porous past.
I see the shedding of what I thought was everything, down to the last image of what use to be, going by ever so fast.
I see the losses,
I see the pain
I see the hallucinations of happiness so vivid.
As they collapse into a dimension that is too small for my mind to save.
I see the heroes,
I see the villains,
I see the ink that gave them life.
I see the future, dancing with the past amidst the darkening of the last remaining starlight.
Here we are, at the edge of the universe.
Let us praise that we are alive.
The last sunrays are fleeing,
Soon we won’t be able to see,
So how will I know if you survived?
Let us remember the taste of the tears of all we have lost and all we have won.
Let us remember, and face the fear as something turns to nothing, and the nothing takes the place of the sun.
I will try to remember what it’s like to love while I’m still awake.
I promise you,
I will try to remember the spark of energy you embedded in me, before it transfers to an unknown space.
Here we are, at the edge of the universe.
Let us praise that we are alive.
The floor was just a projection of protons that have already died.
Before the path is covered that lead us here to this beautiful place.
Take with you my last shimmering atom; you’ll need the light to make your final escape.
Now it’s time for one of us to take the plunge.
It’s only fair that I go first.
What ever happens, I know you’ll hold on to my atom
That’s all it takes to make another universe.
Categories:
protons, creation, dark, imagination, science,
Form:
Rhyme
You should know
I’m not who I am
The one who you see living an everyday life
Being paid for the job he’s doing
Sometimes with pains in his back
Or in his knees
The triumph of stupidity giving him migraine headaches
He who reads the papers and hears the news
And drinks with his friends or alone
And smokes an old pipe secretly so his wife doesn’t know
He who worries about the lives of kids
And struggles to write the unwritten
I am a man who makes his life far from here
Who explores unknown places in the earth
Who nips in the bud monstrous hurricanes
Who holds a tight leash on flooding rivers and spins energy
To light up the night
Who reveals through the cosmos the history of creation
Who helps find the names for new stars
Who takes protons apart like shelling walnuts
Entering through quarks
To get at matter’s secrets
Who can make the dumb speak and deaf hear
Tuning in to the world’s cacophony
Who appears in the path of barbarian hordes
And crushes them
Who destroys wild dictators
The minute they step away from their thrones
And people wake up smiling
Who finds the roots of medicines for each disease
Who undoes the greenhouse effect
Saving the world from global warming
And in the evening
After conducting a giant orchestra
And a chorus of a million children in the Sahara desert
That he has caused to blossom with olive trees and oranges
Returns to his home
To lie only a little bit tired
Near the quiet breathing of his beloved wife.
Categories:
protons, life
Form:
It's past midnight; the witching hours
softly creep through the darkness.
Music muffles out of an open doorway,
shadows thump as hearts beat.
Seeing fluid bodies merge in time
I'm the wrong piece in an incomplete jigsaw,
watching chargeless as giggling electrons
attract and repel, weave an
intricate dance amongst pulsing protons.
Chemistry was never my best subject,
much less the murky peripheries
where chemistry meets biology,
the hormonal collision of chemical bonding
with fusion and reproduction.
Walking home, constellations map the sky.
The moon cycles its rhythmical shifts.
There's safety in physics, cause and effect,
bound in formulae, logic and reason.
Categories:
protons, age, growing up, identity,
Form:
Free verse