Long Light speed Poems
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Car Trouble
The car started slow to go as cars go
Silent on the ride it motioned down the road
Leaves could be counted on the trees as I passed by
I counted every one just for fun
The pace picked up and time stood still
There was nothing to be done
It seemed a little odd at first
When the car traveled in reverse
And headed off the cliff into the universe
Falling off I screamed and cursed
Maybe the brakes gave out
Way beyond our system solar making many lefts
And when the auto made a sharp turn right
Exceeding light speed passing planets
I realized there were no street signs or people or roads
Everything was calm and normal in the void
A pleasant voyage but I had to wonder why
The Earth removed itself from sight
From my rear view mirror speeding out
I only paid five dollars’ worth of gas
Screaming past the universe unfolding
Collapsing there in front of me and dads jalopy
It seemed curious indeed
Will I make it home for dinner
Will I be late to the dance this evening
And will my parents be angry at me
The air condition stopped working hours ago
There are only foreign stations on the radio
Space ships pulled up next to me
Orange beings questioned why I drive so slow
Creatures with five eyes laughed at me as they rolled by
Silver androids stopped me for conversation
Space police pulled me over for speeding in wrong directions
For going ten thousand miles per second
In a three thousand speeding zone
They issued tickets for space ship violations
For speaking in a foreign tongue
And chewing gum without a license
And for being an alien without alien registration
Also for Improper lights in a speed of light designated zone
They sent me home with just a warning this time
I told them time had stopped
They wrote me up again for that and driving backwards
As I arrived back in time
Mom and pop stopped me on the spot
I forgot to take the trash out so I’m grounded
No more car or dancing with the stars
"... what I said was, The Tardis... and I'm the heir..."
Much more on the inside than you could ever imagine...
and Siriusly sweet with a passion
The juice in my Driver
is a River in tune
"... light speed isn't quite
what you envision..."
but it's faster than a broom
I'd say
And a smoother ride too,
you can cruise
on the inside and choose
any mind for a wind
you can be
and you can find
any one thing
in any amount of time...
I figure all you'd need
are the keys
and these,
appear
to be
mine...
"... screwdrivers are outdated
to traveling time
any way..."
There is no world beyond this one we know
With dominant bipeds and skies of blue
And lack of compassion and love we show.
Perhaps there could be life where the stars glow,
Blinking and pulsating their reddish hue.
There is no world beyond this one we know.
Do they have one arm where three ought to go
Or the same old three per side as we do,
And lack of compassion and love we show?
Maybe they just study the winds that blow
And believe this statement is likely true:
“There is no world beyond this one we know.”
Far away beings beyond sunbeam throw
Would not like me any more than they you,
Or lack of compassion and love we show.
We are building ships to make light speed slow,
To take us to the wall of time, and through.
Is there no world but this one we know,
with this uncompassionate love we show?
Einstein’s numbers predicted it.
Alas, this classic physicist rejected it.
Tiny, entangled particles in mutual dependence
Separated by the longest distances.
Spooky action at a distance,
We cannot grasp this miracle,
Yet, science verifies the fact.
Objects the size of Buckyballs
Can link trillions of miles apart.
This communication or teleportation
ten thousand times faster than light!
Yes, au revoir light speed,
From your limits are we freed!
Spooky action at a distance,
Engineers dream of quantum computers.
Might we also harness this quandary
To reach the outer edges of space?
Might this anomalous principle
Account for certain sky visitors,
Objects authoritatively recorded,
Abruptly perishing in our clouds?
Spooky action at a distance.
Her smile alone, that ONE that radiates uniqueness
bores down plummeting shafts into Earth's deepest
Her beam travels light speed to pierce our blackness
Cupid simply aims, adds us to his lovestruck Harvest
For Men are marooned upon the coldest part of Mars
Like Moths we are drawn to the warmth of her Stars
We rush headlong driving to unknown reaches our cars
Martians all, we leap foreloin in the search of being "ours"
But we know the tempests of Venus emulate their namesake
She needs time to fall Earthbound as a swirling Snowflake
Venus needs to flutter above, then hoover, maybe to partake
Aphrodite, so fragile, so tender her heart, needs much debate
Earthly bound, we can find our Middle Earth, our common ground
Her Goldilocks bound in the correct balance of momentum found
Martians, all you crowd, wait patiently, hush desire's blunt Hound
Venusians, lift your shroud, allow your discretion to come around
images are slow to fade, where did they go? why were they here?
pensive pen and ink, a gentle man of measure
pipe-smoke wafting cool blue persevering pleasure
cartoon humour designed with careful modest pride
arm-in-arm soothing his war-time petulant bride
oft-wiped canvas, woodland, moody misty scene
roaming through pale paintings where her lost man has been
merging ever always their special being; are they still near?
old parental faces time-spun and woven under my skin
memories upon memories, changing I, changing me
stories upon stories pile up, changing they, changing we
falsehood flailing, transition, turbulent knowing
transcendence, my mind, your mind, all minds are growing
we are mid-paced sampled brethren, thinking anew
significance in what we say and what we do
personalities on kindred journeys beyond kith and kin
kick string-strung corporeal cans down the celestial street
where the multi-dimensional membranes quiver
where energy swims across the quantum river
where slow light-speed traverses the nebula face
where superpositions collapse with certain grace
where fine bits of information feedback feeling
where negentropy out-runs chaotic dealing
pick soulful sounding song, counter-rhythmic orchestral beat
sprung from the fundament, nothing always trumped by something
prime numbers inflate unfolding untold troubles
universal endurance, containment bubbles
pushing, pulling fields, filaments of flexing shape
veils warp and wrap around a wily cosmo-scape
intelligent infant guises, gaining in-sight
impressions crossing chasms to inform the night
lives on holographic film, many melodies to sing
I hear them now, voices blending the chords of man and wife
I feel their presence, though they are forever changed
I know they are transformed, molecules rearranged
I share their warm substance, two people that mattered
I care for their essence, they will not be scattered
I record them in words, the library of thoughts
I sense they are near and far, few and many noughts
I am listening out for them on the other side of life
Taken a light cosmic journey in a
hyper-luminous light vehicle.
I view space grandioso of "light bulb,"
blue big blazing bedazzling beacon;
a brilliant bright behemoth blistering.
Warp to a Pulsar star:
I view its pulsing light;
projecting prominently, its
pinpoint precision is like an atomic clock timing
Light-speed to:
Magnetars: mighty magnetic magnets.
Neutron stars, neutralizing objects.
Quasars, with their active-galactic beams
beaming like a gama-ray space spot-light laser.
I sling past Black-Holes that warps space-time:
they bending back all light matter,
behind their total black darkness horizon capture.
I continue warp-speed throughout space with
the use of fusion and some anti-matter.
I, a frontier intergalactic astronomical time and space traveler.
Homebound now; this of sometime in the far future.
Feeling a little cross
I gave out to god
For piling different shapes
upon my hod
To think, we never had
any future plan
So made one up
with the home insurance man
Anyway, I'm covered
for a sudden leak
But excess is high
and outlook pretty bleak
With water damage
undermining my eyes
Canopies atop
fail to keep me baptised
In a world slowly spinning
time arcs from view
I lose my line of sight
as payment's accrue
My policy reneges
states I'm in arrears
Offers me (a one off fix)
then disappears
Like most chancers in life
I accept the lump
My hod full of shapes
forming a concave hump
Light recedes slower
through an inverted mind
Come take a look
I'm not the one praying blind
Still, I could sit with Jesus
and chat all day
Til our questions
compel each other away
Faster than light speed
(dark energy) recedes
To voids so distant
god awful truth precedes
Vanishing points converge
as minds can't make sense
Mine's light years away
nailed to a cosmic fence
Insurance man tries
to sell me empty space
He's the devil
I bought it all just in case!
If anyone’s reading this poem, your somewhere in my past
I’m in the future for these ‘right now' moments never last
But still this is your present, such is the way time flows
All relative to the observer, every day comes and goes
So what am I doing right now, as your reading my poem
Perhaps going down a grave, most likely you’ll never know
We share the same planet, occupying two different worlds
One is in our head, the other one continuously unfurls
No matter how life is perceived, were merely passing time
That second hand keeps ticking, whilst hours happily chime
Seasons come and go, putting another birthday in the bag
Our circadian clock slows down, toned faces inexorably sag
Oh time that great leveller, eventually catches up with us all
Greatest force of nature, indifferent to light speed, or a crawl
Who started the clock ticking, or is all just radioactive decay
Countdown has only one direction, sorry there’s no other way
So onwards and upwards, past the stratosphere we will go
Back to where it all started, about fourteen billion years ago
And then what happens, that’s what you really want to know
I’ll let you in on the secret, perhaps not, will only spoil the show
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06/11/21
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essentially (non fatal)
lottery mania flows
within my entire being
from head to
fungus infected toes
whar this old rattletrap
spews castles in the air
akin to a house of cards career
ring into scattered mess
(resembling 52 pickup),
thus unknown reader
dune hot dare
casinos, gambling halls,
horse racing, et cetera
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an immobilizing, yet fear
lee innocuous diagnosis,
asper in do sing glare
ring bug eyes,
plus affecting a hair
reed styled, and swiftly tailored
demeanor accompanied
with Scrooge (tiny lee)
intimating lurch
ching, and ogling
qua monopolistic greed
expending every last
red cent indeed
finding one
impoverishing themselves
at light speed!