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The universe grows with such momentum,
galaxies go where the big bang sent 'em -
expanding forever.
Bully for the universe,
but I feel I'm going in reverse,
fearing something worse
with no hope whatsoever.
I feel I'm not growing, but shrinking,
and I feel that I must be sinking,
see?
Galaxy-size problems loom,
and I can feel impending doom.
Will gravity one day consume
me?
Universal expansion, I don't begrudge,
yet, I myself cannot budge,
and as I give up all resistance,
Newton's force has me thrashed,
one by one my hopes are dashed,
and I am slowly, surely smashed
into one point of non-existence.
I’ve inherited contradictions - which could be genetic, original-personal failings, or the result of family dynamics - those are like the background radiation left by the big bang.
If you’re in school long enough, you take a lot of psychology tests. In my psychological makeup, a drippy sentimentality uncomfortably coexists with a cat-like indifference. This is probably my French cultural inheritance - is it too late to add that factor?
The seedbed of my current cognitive dissonance is time - I don’t have a lot of time for other people’s issues. Please accept these earnest, unfiltered insights - even if they are laced with caffeine.
I finally got some graded papers back - I wondered if they were shredding or recycling them. I did ok. It was an electrifying moment in an otherwise indifferent week.
Let’s wax somewhat poetically…
I’m loving the Université.
The architectural spaces,
the concertante ways people
move through functional areas
and the layers of differing sounds
- the heard-like, instinctive responses
to the triggering abstractions of universal signage
- going up or down, yes, no, stop, go -
that send us in well-practis'd directions.
I find the colour and movement,
the fashion mix of high and low cultures
lush and satisfying but you can never get
a cup of coffee large enough.
enough of THAT.
I’m not a poet at all. You’ve heard of method actors? Well, I’m a method writer. I fully inhabit my one and only character who, in turns, charms, repels, embarrases and delights me - just like everyone else in my life.
Would you buy defining yourself, in little vignettes, as an audacious act?
I write ‘flash fiction,’ I’m told, because it presents only one person’s perspective - but I do it with forensic precision - and present it all with the narrative negligence that defines my work - it’s art, people - on a time budget.
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Songs for this:
new friends by flowerovlove [E]
Tokyo Lift (5am) by Cautious Clay
I Should Be Home by Balu Brigada
Atheists open letter to God
Dear God
I don't know how to begin...let's see
how are you today? (no he doesn't exist...oh yeah)
I am writing you today...to clarify a few things!
First of all, the fact that I am writing you this letter,
does not in any way shape or form indicate, confirm,
affirm, or testify, or give testimony, or bear witness
to a belief or conviction that you exist, in any form whatsoever!!!
Speaking about your existence...I have denied your existence
and I wanted to know why you have not accepted my denial!
Don't you understand that my denial of you, (now as a consequence
of aforementioned denial) you are hereby obligated to not exist.
My detailed analysis of facts as I understand them lead me to conclude that there is no Creator, no Intelligent Designer, and also I concur, believe, am convinced, have the conviction, that we(humans) are the product of evolution and random selection, after the big bang event.
So in conclusion, I would like to ratify my belief that you do not exist, I concur, and agree, and am bound by this letter witnessed by me, stating categorically, unequivocally, that you do not exist.
Please refrain from indicating, manifesting, proving, supporting, in any way that you exist. Please respect my declaration of your non- existence and comply forthwith.
Not yours, not so sincerely,
An unbeliever
P.S If by any chance I am wrong...please disregard the aforementioned letter
with my most sincere and humble apologies.
John Derek Hamilton
July 20,2016
*Image of The Big Bang Theory giphy by CBS.
Coronavirus: COVID-19
A knock upon my chambered door, silence foregone, it goes ignored,
Too feeble I, coldness instills, lain I awry e'er filled with chills,
Vice convince spree goes on toiling, thrice has it been, owned its spoiling,
My eyes have seen, I've read the news, tried ears have be, shunned knocked sound blues,
Scores abound knocked chambered door, roars I cannot, for I am sore,
Then suddenly, a stillness had come, my chambered door, went silently numb,
So I, read on, of coronavirus, tis recent so hence be it naught an antivirus,
Kept abreast of things albeit online, inducement, the spread, signs, all be I fine,
Cawing gawked my chambered window, peering through midst raised crescendo,
A black raven tis annoyance it is the calling, disturbance afoot, perpetual cawing,
A chapter be read, of the ailment, fear breeds in verses, amongst confinement,
As a bird scrutinize, belittles my illness, with a litany of awk, pesty nuisances,
Fatal passages beset home and town, beat I the averages, best all around,
A door and window, be I immune, alas, a dreaded raven befalls its lampoon.
2020 March 12
*2nd Place*
Coronavirus COVID-19
~~Team PoetrySoup: Judged 2020 May 12
She was asleep
but her gaze dragged above,
and a shadow was drawn with them
she let him make night
swathing her in darkness
planting nebula in sockets,
he watched galaxies grow
as a yawning black hole
revealed destiny
he made moons of breasts
the big bang started low
in on her belly,
the Louvre hung a milky way
under the pyramid of glass
she became another universe
rolled out as Tibetan prayer mat,
worshipped from the beginning
a religion of the ancients,
and demon in dark ages
comets shot to fizz
and suns burned
till Eve’s eternal blaze ended
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shimmering in black velvet
licking rice from suns,
I stoke the fires,
of the inferno
blowing the everlasting breath
smoothing meteors,
in the nuclear fusion of solar wind
but I am cold
shooting comets erupted
and dead stars were born
over and over
I craft a tide in astronomy
forever swathed in the blackness,
and around the pillars of creation,
as shadows ripple
along hem of Nyx,
my shoulders rest on hands Divine
I am a blizzard; you are a flurry:
you are the tea leaves, I am the teapot.
A Lancelot and Guinevere combo:
you're the key; I'm the lock to Camelot.
I am a fantasy; you are a dream:
you're a blazing sun; I am a lit match.
I am a firefly; you're a twinkling star:
you're an itch; I'm a satisfying scratch.
I'm the universe; you are the Big Bang:
you're a shooting star; I'm a starry night.
I'm Quasimodo, you are Notre Dame:
you are the main course; I'm the appetite.
I'm a violin, you're an orchestra:
you are my melody, and I'm your song.
I am a tango, you are a ballet:
not quite the same; that's why we get along.
People with choice they call freedom
What once was now history past
Breaking down of society cold war fought
New gen, feelings hurt as truth hidden
Speak no words that they offend the obvious
No longer mankind, words we fail to live
PC (Political Correct) we watch world's dissolve
We dare to speak of reality realistic
Condemned all that we believe in ourselves
That we are wrong, not to fall weakness
Society ways and sin I do not deny
I turn eyes, unable to run from lie's
We, the racist ones ridicule
Because we are not like them I stand
Different man not of woman am I to be
I, the fallen victim of society doing
It's they who are racist a statue falls
Blacks oppressed, even bird name offends
Ones heart not pure that hatred lives
Behind fake smile, closed door person exist
South, a target when all world is guilty
The same as others, still a slave in conviction
But the flag you fly, guilty be price of freedom
PC (Political Correct) control, gun's, want your soul
God's denied, big bang reason of existence
Not chicken before the egg we decide
Upon ourselves, theory of opinion is pushed
Not all that we was built or created
But optimistic belief to falsely accuse truth
We condemn thee, you do not side with world
But cause you are against the world you are not correct
The big bang theory is overwritten,
then the dream weaver gave us illusion to be smitten.
Rational thoughts in metaphysics science concludes,
mathematical proof with its astonishing effect interludes.
Thesis of melting mozzarella galaxies become a degree,
omnivarcities playing relativities monopoly.
The nerd’s comic book philosophies have endless pages,
societies applause and rewards with scientific titled wages.
When nucleus and electrons play imaginary ping pong,
it takes a wizard to know what is wrong.
Then the law of Pythagoras states that half eggs do not roll,
as gravity and centrifugal objectives have its toll.
All inferior struggle combined have its expressions,
taken brother Grimm’s stories to new invention as obsession.
Non existent ego’s are in desperate need to proof,
that black holes are the center of the macaroni far above.
While the Andromeda bubble just popped by an idea,
new planets are on its way take away all fear.
Enthusiasm and exiting possibilities to face,
relatives like tiny earth in cosmic space.
Gods grace and sensitive great humor parody,
in the eternal divine comedy.
I dreamed of a night for many years
Wandering far from home;
When I could stand and stare at the stars
Silently, on my own.
Head uplifted, eyes open wide;
Points of light eternal
Racing through darkness
Into my eyes.
Desiring nothing
More than this:
To gaze upon the universe
And know its kiss…
Sweet upon my soul within
Lost in limbo there and then;
‘til pierced by the light
(Photons abound)
Filling my soul
With mystery profound.
By gravity’s grace
On this blue and green sphere
Leaving me to wonder
Why everything’s here.
And how long have you traveled
Harbinger of life
Through light years of space
In the dead of night?
Did you begin in the Big Bang
Or perhaps, before then?
Did you see the face of the Creator
And intrinsically know Him?
Or are you a more recent arrival
In the Milky Way Realm?
Did you come from our own
Next door neighbor, the Sun
Or have you traveled farther still,
Out there on the run?
Have you seen other civilizations of people like us
In the distant reaches of time and space
Swarming with stars and planets,
Made from the megalithic turning pin wheels of gasses and dust?
Did you know Andromeda, Orion, Cancer and Crater?
What of Corona Borealis, Draco and Cassiopeia?
Did you fly by Delphinus and Gemini, the Twins,
Past Pegasus and Perseus on your way to Microscopium?
I could ask these kinds of questions
Until time stands still
But we’ll be long gone by then
And I will have never been quite filled
With all of the wonder
Life in this Universe brings
Me to the end of another good day
Far better than the best of all dreams.
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
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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!