Big Bang exploded on void cosmos
creating Universe in nanoseconds.
Space , Matter, Time started joint journey.
Stellar world continued in Galaxies
Nova, Supernova, Nebulae, in
gaseous plasma on extension:
Quasars, Pulsars, Black Holes in harmony.
Cosmic Evolution running on.
Modern Concept doesn't suggest Universe ,
but Multiverse, rather larger frame work
with multiple separate universes !
Poetic approach to put in Free Verse
Big Bang is the birth of Cosmos
to collapse on Cosmic Death by Big Crunch.
What was here — before the Nothing —
Before the Breath was tried —
Before the Clock — in timid brass —
Confessed it ever Ticked —
Was Silence but a folded Thing —
Within a Larger Hush —
Or did Eternity rehearse
Its syllables — as Dust —
The State — with careful, mortal Hand —
Extinguishes a Flame —
Yet cannot certify the Dark —
Nor docket — Whence it came —
A Scaffold — is a punctual Act —
The Soul — a rumor — wide —
No Statute binds Infinity —
No Warden halts the Tide —
If Life — be all — how fierce the Blow —
If more — what Court convened —
To trespass on the Invisible
And stamp it — “Closed” — between —
Perhaps — before the Nothing — stood
A Door — without a Frame —
And Death — the shy Attendant — waits
To whisper us — our Name —
From one singularity came the exploding spark,
Not yet stars, not yet light, only potential.
A field unseen, stretched taut as thought,
Holding energy like a clenched fist of time.
Expansion surged, a storm without wind,
Not matter racing, but space itself unfurled.
Faster than light, yet no law was broken—
Relativity bowed, not shattered, in awe.
Negative pressure, a repulsion profound,
Bent the equations toward infinity’s edge.
In the womb of the cosmos, space time grew,
Doubling, redoubling, in a heartbeat’s breath.
Quantum tremors, minute as dust,
Were stretched across horizons vast.
Seeds of galaxies, of suns and worlds,
Carried within fluctuations’ song.
What mystery drives the inflaton’s dream?
What hand steadied the potential’s curve?
In equations I see its fleeting ghost,
A pressure that sings of repulsive fire.
And when it ended, it left a gift:
Heat, light, matter, the chance to begin.
The hot Big Bang was its second act,
The stage prepared by a silent overture.
I wonder still if beauty was its aim,
Or only chance in quantum disguise.
Yet in its breath, the universe awoke.
Before the fire of time was lit, there was no “before”—
No clock, no tick, no arrow.
Space had not stretched its first trembling thread,
And matter was still a secret.
A silence so complete it was not silence.
A void so pure it was not absence.
Something flickered in the nothing,
A law, a whisper, a possibility.
Gravity curled upon itself,
Quantum foam stirred like breath in sleep.
Energy dreamed it might take form,
And the dream became a spark.
From that spark came time.
From time came stars,
From stars came us, asking why.
What was before the beginning?
The question itself dissolves into light.
subtlest we are ~stuff of star
creation of the elements that spawn
densest is the space
between beginningless origins
and endless blurs
thus, cosmogony visible
vehement impassions
blends the invisible
spreading hues of mahogany,
redshifts dust
stripped of mind,
blurred...
manifested into existence
two worlds collide,
rich in lust
In the universe's tender age,
One billion years past cosmic stage,
First planets spun in newborn light,
Amidst the stars, in endless night.
High radiation filled the skies,
A hostile realm for life's first tries,
Heavy elements scarce, untamed,
In starry cores, their essence claimed.
Chaotic bursts, a fiery dance,
Supernovae's fatal chance,
Gamma rays with deadly might,
Sterilizing planets bright.
Life's cradle needed calmer days,
More time to weave its complex ways,
For elements to spread afar,
Nurtured by the newborn star.
In time, the cosmos found its peace,
Allowing life its sweet release,
But in those early, fiery skies,
Life's tender spark could not arise.
Where my yin meets my yang
I hear a dissonant clang
My physician traced it back
all the way to the ‘Big Bang’
Seems I hopped aboard an asteroid
went for a wild ride
Hit my head on a comet
blasphemed, ‘God damn it!’
a serendipitous day and a half
when the big bang happened
everything called to being
from some singularity
barely anything wasted
except you and I
on pyjama days
when it’s sunny outside
you said you might get dressed
if it happened again
I’m afraid I believed you
Tega Cay deers stray
Green grass on golf course won’t last
Sharp shooters silencer blast
Curious about the origin of the universe back in the day
a French fry took a spin in a centrifuge in Marseilles
Decided to stay in until 2021
had himself a whole lot of fun
By 2021, that solanum tuberosum, by the sum of its parts, gave onlookers
quite a start
~ emerging more divergent than 'Napoleon Blownaparte'
Genesis
One hypothesis is according to
Theoretical Physicists
The origins beginning
Start of the know universe
How it expanded is
The Big Bang Theory
The greatest modern day minds and thinkers
Are currently studying fastidiously
In order to try and solve this puzzle
And hopefully discover answers
To be of some relevance or use today
The one thing I take personally
Out of or from this in particular Theory
Is and that makes perfect sense to me
In the present tense and world still today
Is the Big Bang was born out of a
Violent , cataclysmic , explosive
Event that descend and expanded
Into total and utter unbridled kaos
Which is pretty much the way
We as human beings live our lives today
The status quo remains
The same to this very day
So in effect we are back to the beginning
Nothing much has changed at all
Come to think of it
We haven't really moved on
Or progressed at all
Only time itself
Wiser far more knowledgeable supposably
Able to contemplate the complex
Yet seemingly still unable to
Solve and come up with solutions
To the simple state of the human condition
"the big bang"
she was
as was
& as
always will
and will
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all times
times every
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my
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love
Tomorrow
Sorrow
The haunted dreams
Civilization comes apart at the seams
The world has gone dark
Mankind's foward motion has been placed in park
River beds hides the dirty people
Forbidden was the rise of any new steeple
All the dirty faces look the same
Whoever is different is to blame
The world hides
No peace subsides
World at war
So many lifes slipped into the never more
Hiding in dark places,
The hungry weeping faces
Death flies Across the sky
Beyond the question of why.
Fires flicker in the night
Sad is the sight
Of the hungry child
More than half wild
Using shadows to hide
Tears long past cried
This is fate
From a world ruled by hate
Power was a tool
Held by a fool
Pushed things too far.
Light brighter than a star
We have became the big bang, the start of time
the end of this rhyme
The big bang
Albert Einstein, in a dreamy mood, said the Big Bang
was when the future, the now and the past happened all at once
It was seventy-two years ago I was sent to a farm
for unruly children
Where I was accepted by the animals that thought of me
as another beast working for the man
Except for the chickens, they hated me with a passion
they would, had they been giants, have eaten me as a worm
I was the one who had to go into the hen house and steal
the warm eggs the hens were clucking about.
On the attic of the farm, I found a pair of ancient skates
where the land was low laying, a lake had formed
spent hours skating in rings until I got dizzy and fell like a drunk
in the winter park of despair.
The cows were indoors when it was cold
time hung slow and heavy must, have been like a relief when
I came with a shiny metal bucket and a tiny milk stool.
Five cows leave a lot of crap and piss.
It was my job, after milking, to muck out their stall and make
the scene of boredom looks romantic.
Seventy-two years ago, you say, it feels like yesterday.
Earth and sky collided
Rays of hope beaming
Frantic feeling subsided
Dawn of new day screaming.
April 1, 2023
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