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one man’s reality ~ is but another chimpanzee mimicry
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Foremost on my mind today
is much the same as yesterday,
but not quite!
A nuanced imperceptibly has taken place
What say!
The cosmos has grown by one light day
Far out!
Very far out,
beyond the observable horizon of space
where there is no space
our bubble grows,
No way!
Well in fact every way
stretching in all directions
onwards, outwards, upwards,
downwards, backwards, and inwards
Inwards, how do?
To the point of where it began!
Oh the Big Bang?
Yes!
I mean no!
Because actually there was no bang
as sound-waves cannot
travel through space
The biggest bang ever
was absolutely silent!
Just shocking!
Hush now
this is going nowhere!
Well actually, it is going somewhere!
expanding billions of miles every second
Goddamm!
So what’s the point?
Exactly what is the point?
You mean, you don’t get it!
I think I get it,
I do get it!
There is no point!
Yes you really do get it!
Sorry to burst your bubble
Pop!!
Hey!
What?
What if the universe bursts its own bubble?
Oh that would just be
a Big Rip
Every particle in space would be ripped
back into its primordial plasmatic state
Like a Big Bang in reverse?
Pretty much so!
Wow!
You mean
You mean?
Say it go on!
You mean, we do it all over again?
Yes!
Pop!!
You’re an idiot!
I know,
so are you!!!
By David Kavanagh
Heavenly bodies, heavenly beings;
living entities unfettered by gravity.
Spinning marbles in a universal box.
God’s favorite game,
knuckle busters are smacking planets,
right and left and the debris reforms…
new…marbles…pee-wee dust.
Cat-eyes glow as they sail apart; agate smacks!
The “Big Bang” was…
God taking his first shot.
Heavenly bodies, heavenly beings;
God makes no distinction between his children,
as we humans prefer to believe.
It’s been said that, “reality is an illusion”;
perhaps we are only marbles in the game;
like our sibling planets.
Lost in a spinning swirl of colors;
we roll blindly through life.
Puries and steelies;
clacking out cosmic crescendos.
God knuckles down and shoots;
bluesy-Earth smacks a trilite,
Mars and chips a new crater.
Another steely sends alley Jupiter,
smacking into its own moon and a whirling
Io slams grasshopper Neptune from behind.
In parallel universes, we meet ourselves;
repeating mistakes, we never win;
a hazard of being…lesser gods.
God’s game is multi-universal
and human perception,
terribly finite.
The great hand, histing;
fires…Earth gets another tour of the Milky Way.
As heavenly body-clacks resound;
all heavenly beings sustain injuries,
that will change them.
No one stays the same.
Perigee to apogee;
Earth centers herself for the next attack.
Orion and his daughters laugh and applaud,
as the last shots, miss them.
While the gibbous cheeks of dragon Sun;
Spit fire-flares in self defense.
Singed Saturn loses another precious ring.
It doesn’t matter in this game of marbles;
God plays and wins, every time;
then collects us all,
for another game.
You may know this,
or perhaps not
that dust was formed, and life begot,
created by the “Big Bang” birth
which built the stars,
Sun, planets, Earth.
The minerals which
stardust spun
shaped special life, beneath the Sun.
We humans, too, relied on dust's
prized oxygen-
for life, a must.
With nitrogen
and helium,
plus hydrogen, it was begun.
Yes, from the stars, this dust became
the start of us
Humans, by name.
We hail you, dust-
that from the stars
this miracle of life is ours,
and God was there to start the flow
that formed His
Universe below.
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
Imagine an alternate universe, one born in the reverse rhythm of our own Big Bang.
In this cosmos, the arrow of time flows backward, not as a regression but as an elegant symmetry, a dance of retreating possibilities.
Galaxies do not expand into the void but instead coalesce, condensing into radiant singularities, the luminous echoes of futures we can never reach.
Here, light emerges only to fold inward, its journey truncated before it graces the expanse.
It is a universe hidden from us not by distance alone, but by the very nature of its existence—its glow always arriving too late, its truths eternally just beyond our grasp.
Yet, even unseen, such a realm invites awe.
It suggests that reality is not a single thread but a cosmic loom, weaving countless tapestries in both directions of time.
It is a humbling thought, a reminder that the cosmos, vast and intricate, may hold infinities we can sense only in the whispers of our dim imagination.
Our inception was a mystery
"A big bang theory" Some suggested
" A Super being" above the clouds" Some lamented
we watched the creatures debate over our existence
Born in a family of ten and raised from a distance
Watched over by our father during the day
while mum took over the night duties
Our Sisters's jaw dropping beauty invited the overzealous creatures
The genesis of their friendship seemed sweet but turned sour
Their insatiable hunger for exploration grew by the hour
Her troubled existence had only began
They exploited her hospitable nature and stripped off her beauty
The green gown that covered her nakedness, stripped in the name of civilization
Her waters that sparkled, darkened by the juice extracted for their automobile's
Fumes from their industrial machines aiming at her blue and white veils, destroying the fragrance of her ozone layer..
We watched with pain and in silence
We had no mode of mobility to render a helping hand
Father’s anger started growing by day as he watched with detest
For a number of days he gave warning shots
The creatures experienced his anger so hot
But the warning fell short of their egocentric ego's
"Lets just call it "global warming" and pretend we are doing something towards it" they connived
Defiling my sister did not quench their thirst of exploration
They sent two men with wits to visit my mother
Trying to find out the secrets to her shinning face
As soon as they landed, they pierced her body with flags of achievement
It now became a race of who will defile her the most
As days pass we wonder who will be the next victim
Rumours have it they are eyeing one of our sister
Her genetic makeup is almost similar to sister's
I am afraid, these tears will never dry
These fears will forever be high
Our helping hand will remain shy
For we can only watch, as the cycle continues
THIS Italian Sonnet does NOT have a regular meter,
has 10 syllables and a rhyming pattern of
abbaabba, cdecde
SEASONS SONNET
One year old today, pink frosted candle.
Year later, ecstatic, open presents.
At three, twirling dress, snapshot pose frequent.
Five years old, sweet toothless grin a scandal.
Sixteen, the sherbert punch, broad smiles handle.
Twenty-eight, sophic change - adult ascent.
Scowling at forty; fabulous event.
Sixty, blows out big bang roman candle.
Early blades of grass tickle baby feet.
Hopping white bunnies in carrot garden.
Damask leaves nudge the storm of Autumn’s grace.
Mannahlike snowflakes beg a turnover greet.
Seasons divine, but in time, the day’s done.
Shimm’ring eternal light, dawn’s glory-face.
10/9/2020
After Alice almost forgot her exhilarating experience
in the dream of her visit to the wonderland,
her imaginative mind drove her often outdoors onto
the open expanse of the undulating landscape
that rolled before her dreamy eyes with animated fantasy.
One night as she was spell-bound,
gazing at the star-crowned sky,
she felt she flew beyond the galaxy
and fell into a wormhole where
she travelled faster than light
from one point to another disparate point
in the space-time continuum.
The survival struggle thrust her
into the abysmal warren,
capturing intrepidly her fading frame
in the fleeting flow of the flexible time.
The disarrayed pieces of her mind were thrown
into the debris of dismal confusion,
she was unable to escape from the chasm,
even if she arduously attempted ad infinitum.
She lost the concept of the present
as she traveled time to the cosmic distant past,
witnessed the glare of the Big Bang
and the birth of the billion suns of the milky way.
A far away dwarf star pulled her then
across the curved space of vacuity
to the future where she saw the Big Crunch,
shrinking the universe
into a singular God particle.
Traveling mystified in the tunnel of time
through the wormhole,
as her psychic alcove merged with spatial infinity
she was sucked into a black hole
that bent her self-control
and deformed her perception of time.
While she was losing mesmerized
the sense of her entity into nothingness,
and started to gravitate toward the point of no return,
she came out once again from the trance of fantasy.
Set sail journey
A getaway like no other
Pulling away from the pier
Nothing but poetry to preserver
Connecting to other Poets
Embracing among the ship passengers
Hearing various Poet works
The Mic being the perk
Ocean breezes that unlock the mind and words
Feeling of assurance interacting the audience
Shore to shore
Island to Island
Spoken words sail
Readings upon readings for passengers to heard
Sharing poetry devotion and creation
Maneuvering through the waves
Acquainting Alph accelerating words
Poet heard to audience listen
Thought after thought
Theory instant
Communicating with other Poets like a family
Cruise ship stops along with the way with the island natives
Poet getaway
Enroute horizon
Big bang
Poetry explosion
Cruising relaxed on the ocean.
Creative Process
Artists CREATE a sense of distance
By fading colors to purples,
Or geometrically
Drawing far things smaller -
One-point perspective:
When lines converge,
Vanishing
To a
.
Big bang!?
CREATION!?
Spon--tan--e--ous
Matter projecting
Outward from just one point
Rotating, then coalescing
Into numberless galaxies
Of stars, planets; in some cases………..LIFE!