quiver …
of ALL -
open, closed, one dimensional
vibrating tendrils …
larger scales appear as the particle norm
antiphon??
charge, mass, gravitons
hot-affecting quantum states of matter
super-symmetry between bosons
fermions …
such weighty throb -
chaotic fields connected
influenced
shaken …
but still not clearly defined in all events -
not channeled to unification
but it MUST join
somehow ...
it's there, trembling like a horror -
an electromagnetic phantom
one of the weakest forces in all of the
physical universe
yet ...
far beyond grasp
our claws raking deep the flesh of wonder
fiery glyphs raised
but in excruciating futility …
one day we'll laugh at its simplicity
and that day ...
God.
will.
weep.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, July 14, 2019; rewrite December 15, 2023
Quarks, bosons and gluons
Atom-smashers collide with a pop
Temperatures over 4 trillion degrees ~
'Big Bangs' leak into a mop
Marrakech and Bangladesh
My recall's not that fresh...
On to the parts of the limbic system
In school, I usually missed 'em
Quarks, photons, bosons, and gluons
Art class? Cut and paste?
All that stuff you're supposed to learn
~ Seems like quite a waste
The quiver of ALL ... open, closed, one dimensional, vibrating,
larger scales appear as the particle norm, (antiphon?) ...
charge, mass, gravitons affect quantum states of matter,
super-symmetry between bosons, fermions, (a weighty throb) -
quantum fields connected ... influenced ... shaken, but still ...
not clearly defined in all events - not channeled to unification ...
but it MUST, somehow ... it's there ... trembling, (like a horror),
one of the weakest forces in all of the physical universe, yet ...
far beyond grasp, our claws raking deep the flesh of wonder -
one day we'll laugh at its simplicity, that day ... God. Will. Weep.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Brian's Select B, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
I’m in the blood, running through your veins,
Taken for granted, but there just the same,
The fabric that holds all things together,
From the genesis of our cosmos, I came.
Without me the world, would fall to pieces
Universe itself, could provide no life,
An invisible framework, underpinning nature,
I’m the cutting edge, on a surgical knife.
Molecular structure, you might be thinking,
But the smallest atoms, are a universe to me,
Even quarks, bosons, and leptons, I inhabit
An unknown quantity, a form of singularity.
I’m Creator of all, and master of none,
Gave existence, and then let you reign free,
How else could I confound, intelligent beings,
Without this barrier, you’d try control me.
So we have to stay apart, yet bound together,
Whatever I am, a God, Big Bang, or eternity,
Take some comfort, and reason in the truth,
I’m here I’m everywhere,
through your eyes, I see!
By
David Kavanagh
quiver …
of ALL -
open, closed, one dimensional
vibrating tendrils …
larger scales appear as the particle norm
antiphon??
charge, mass, gravitons
hot-affecting quantum states of matter
super-symmetry between bosons
fermions …
such weighty throb -
chaotic fields connected
influenced
shaken …
but still not clearly defined in all events -
not channeled to unification
but it MUST join
somehow ...
it's there, trembling like a horror -
an electromagnetic phantom
one of the weakest forces in all of the
physical universe
yet ...
far beyond grasp
our claws raking deep the flesh of wonder
fiery glyphs raised
but in excruciating futility …
one day we'll laugh at its simplicity
and that day ...
God.
will.
weep.
~ 8th Place ~ in the "Miniverse" Poetry Contest, Nina Parmenter, Judge & Sponsor.
BEETHOVEN'S FIFTH BY THE BOSONS
All the particles tune to play,
but in their quantum noted way.
They modulate a vibration,
in harmony with creation.
They will hit each note along the staff,
in vectored space they choreograph.
Joyous song together or apart,
they sketch for CERN their abstract art.
They dance in the lights of off or on,
and vibrate in a resonate song.
They have no care for an Orthogonal pair,
or in complex congegates performed with flair.
Instead they know just what is wrong,
and they compose, in short, short, long.
They voice the motif in notes of four,
It's a Symphony of Mass in score.
When Bosons play Beethoven's Fifth,
and though it's just CERN's Four One myth.
Bosons pretend with fun to hum,
that what they sing is Di-Di-Di-Dumm
The theory of everything
Which even an Einstein could not divine
Remains the goal
Four fundamental forces making the universe what it is
Electromagnetism, weak interaction, strong interaction, gravity
Each with its own mediator particle that makes the force a force
Photons, W and Z Bosons, Gluons and Gravitons are their given names
All for the Graviton proven to exist
Completing their journey from postulation to theory to discovery
Only the Graviton awaits a Columbus
But herein is postulated the existence of a fifth force
More powerful, more complex than the other four
Failing, to date. to command attention in the field of physics
The powerful universal force named ....LOVE
Its mediator particle, here in, called CUPID
Difficult to discover as is the Graviton and like the Graviton it has no mass
Because it too must act instantaneously and at long distances
And has, as should be expected, a spin value of 2
Once the CUPID is discovered the theoty of everything will be complete
Relationship to
'String theory'...
...Tries to explain
everything; but not
emotion,
Commotion as Bosons
and Fermions
unravel,
Travel to reveal the
building blocks of
LIFE!
Yet nothing can
explain a feeling,
Peeling back the
skin of the
universe,
Worse are we for
perturbation.
Synapses fire in the
brain,
Strain the axions;
devoid of spin and
charge,
Recharge the
painters palette!
So that colours of
consciousness
unfurl,
Hurl Quarks to
combine into
hadrons,
Protons and
neutrons.
By what sensation of
the heart,
Starts the
realisation that we
know nothing,
Missing a beat of
substance.
I Surrender to my
singularity,
Parity with others,
as our worlds move
apart,
Bit part actor, hung
by a cosmic thread.
Fling me to the
cosmos, the search
goes on,
Hadron Collider,
Einstein, Hawking,
Mannikin of life,
force of nature,
Major time to
reflect on LIFE,
I am content!
Chris Matthews
16.07.2014
They say every word spoken in the earth
Goes to a celestial bank in heaven
And becomes the music of the spheres
But I have penned words from heart
And here in this electronic room lost them
What of them, the bosons of my brain
What of the Creator's lost in his domain
What of my poem, the poet and the bird
Have sent to spheres with songs unheard
O they are gone like a child not yet born
Gone, grieving the mother's grave-like womb
Did I have a miscarriage too
And when the music swells the sphere, will I
Be honored for my words that came and died
Is there a monument for poets in the sky
Is the wind a fragment of my song, I sighed
O the pain not to teach it with my tongue to sing
Or feel in my breast its fluttering wings
O the injustice of it! A poem is a fetus too
Until its cuddled it is not born, and yet its gone
As if a thing not yet alive could die; dark dawn
Cease! I want my child, O Jairus, to live again
What else shall poertrysoup take from me
In this electronic world of technical tyranny?