Long Neutron Poems
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Difficult to parallel paradigms when
Their shifts are juxtaposed, but with
Gravitational references giving respect
To weightlessness and the weighted
Historical baggage of American racism,
Cosmic and terrestrial revelations
Become as enlightening as the stars.
The anti-gravitational pull
Of weightlessness in outer space
Theorizes well, the upward floating
Away of justice for blacks down here
Spaced-out in oppression on planet Earth:-
Indeed, the weighted historical baggage
Of oppression carried on the backs of blacks
On the planet Earth, is aching to the pull of gravity
On the revolving service of the launch pad at the
At the Kennedy Space Center in Florida with
A teaspoon of a neutron star sitting atop it!
Yet, over the many centuries of rising and setting
Suns in our revolving sojourning flights across the
Space of injustices on Earth known as America, we
Remain as a shaking “people soda” with the cap about
To pop releasing long-awaited shooting star liberation.
The lack of or the gravity of attention given to
The overall injustices and inequalities of wellness
On planet Earth is as easily seen as are its constellations
When viewed through the telescope of monetary distributions
Geared towards solving problems down here “vs” those up there:-
In three billion years the sun dies, Earth with it and the ring around Saturn too.
When will the apple fall?
Will it fall close or roll?
The apple rots eventually, the tree forgets and fly’s brains are too minuscule to understand at all how to mourn.
Grey hairs mean death.
It starts with the milk teeth twisted out, in blood and pain - experience is necessary for the end, I suppose.
How feelings infect the stomach then implode in a cloud of stardust that consumes Neptune’s ice cold handshake.
All this inevitable, repeatable for a few billion years.
And yet we worry of what is to come in the next fifty or so.
A death in the family - dominoes topple.
A spanner in the gut that wrenches and pulls and ties in knots all coherent thoughts.
A language of dashes and dots rattles with haste before the soul, mind, brain, spirit, heart and living tissue rots.
All the while pulsars rotate with a common rhythm but how beautiful it is that we must do the same:
To live and to breathe and to walk amongst start dust we must all just be dying stars.
A second in a black hole bends to a year.
A neutron star collapses a decade to a minute and we worry when or why or how the future may proceed.
As does Mars when his soul settles down and he marries, starts a family, then worries of his daughter’s daughter’s marital status.
The apple that hit the nail on the head rolled down the hill and was kicked into space to orbit, forever, Gaia’s deepest woes.
The same dust that it conceived flows through our veins today.
The pulsars vision of a continued rhythm is humanity’s constant dream.
All cosmic terror and dread, worries the same as an apple that is used to be bitten, a human that is conceived to indulge themselves in a pool of lifelong anxiety and a pulsar dreading the next time it beats.
That beat may never come.
Mrs. Hickey, you’ve been on my mind,
just like a ball of twine
on a spool that never ends.
Though I’d never clapped an eye on you
my hands explored you:
feel the knees on me!
Hey, baby, let’s take a chance:
I left the condoms in my other pants.
Rollicking times,
late November back in sixty-three,
that’s when I shot John F. Kennedy
(superstar, but he didn’t get far).
Olivia Neutron Bomb,
you can ring my bell.
Gonna take a trip to Lonesome Town,
gonna stay at Heartbreak Hotel.
The aerial’s broke
can’t watch ‘Gunsmoke’
how are we gonna get by?
No BBC no ITV
above us only Sky.
Gypsies, stamp your feet.
Scrape that muck off your face.
Take your teeth out,
tell me what’s wrong.
Don’t go painting with emulsion.
Ain’t no sausages now.
There’s a ghost in my house.
Just one look and I can hear a bell ring.
We’ve got a liberal dad and a bachelor pad
and we do it.
Four hundred children and a crap in the field.
I can see Deirdre now Lorraine has gone.
I didn’t get the point
of Barton Fink, though.
I think I’m turning Japanese,
I really think so.
Neutron binary star collision
Drifting in the ether, most of my adult life
Drawn toward a magnetar, she's a prototype
Exotic matter unimaginable, powerless to repress
Mercurial wondrous, one time star has turned goddess
Imploded onto my scene, light weeks ago
Contains only neutrons, emits an ovulating glow
Trapped in her energy, I've become a willing feeder
Stripping off my outer layers, every orbit I come nearer
Accretion disc envelopes me, she siphons off my matter
Relentlessly devouring, inexorably I'm growing flatter
An inverted death embrace, drains the life from me
Oozing radioactive plasma, overcome by gravity
Nothing left to give our marriage, togetherness remain
Resting on her surface, satisfying each others pain
Pulsating forever, orgasming every few seconds
Lovers radiate jets, ejaculation going errant
Originally written 08/30/21
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 10 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
07/27/22
There is hidden beauty in the darkness of space,
That carves amazement on each scholar's face,
Where stars are born of nebula and fire,
Where gravity ruthlessly bends space to it's desire,
Heaven's eye explodes into a supernova so bright,
It's dying breath radiating both destruction and light,
From death the phoenix is reborn based on mass and gravity,
A Neutron star or Blackhole from mass, G-force and density,
Older dwarf stars cry out with their dying glow,
As they cool down slowly while losing light to show,
Gracefully aging as their light dims and fades,
As young scientists study them to get better grades,
Luminous Quasars still radiate their blinding light with such intensity,
As we witness through telescopic lenses the brightest light to humanity,
Through the metal satellites with lenses that hover and rove above
We get a glimpse into the ancient story of our creator's love,
We see the ghost of time reveal our future, past and our present place,
As we witness galaxies in the universe expand from the forgotten embrace,
The Big Bang brought out the true echoes of eternity,
Of a universe endlessly expanding into the dawn of infinity.
From her delicate wings a fine powder exudes and lands on the ground
by the light of the blue harvest moon a touch of Pixie Dust, in nimble magic !
Harmonious weaving, intangible strands of music coming from the sphere
sweet and beautiful arias, melodious twittering from a fairy wing's enfold
Wings not made of nylon, cellophane nor iridescent tulle but made of silk
like spider's webs tough and resilient from the Master Spinners pedipalps
Appendage wings made from embryonic liquid from ejected Neutron Stars
like butterflies they flit and fly through air currents, landing on little twigs;
Fairy dust of old as ancient as the parallels from this world to the next
dare say I, ... if ever you have been subjected to their fairy dust appeal
then flying limbs you shall receive and like it or not you will fly away
inside a land of pure magic where every thought is like a sweet reveal
From her delicate hand a sweep of the wand resting easy on your shoulder,
one single dose is feathered on you and suddenly, you are able to hold her !
Atatine .00999 parts per million
Enough to power four continents
With my Matron Disstule Generator
One ounce can power enough energy
For one large city They laughed at my
Science and ridiculed my beliefs I offered
them money, they said it was evil.
I trick them by giving them pallidium
Knowing they would have to use me to
refine it. Fair, fair, I was fair I asked for
there lands to began mining. I made them
Wealthy people When some refused the deal
I smiled and walked away And one night
I heard the gossip of cackling hens, speaking
Of me as foolish and how they wished to exploit
Me. I created the Scarecrow in response. My
Need to exist before all others. My wife lefted
divorced me and married my enemy. One July
Fourth she came to visit me crying.Asking me
to again trust her. She had fallen on hard times
I took her in, for months it was like when we
Married. One night I was in the warehouse and
I heard giggles, I tiptoed to we're the noise was
and there she was standing . I asked her what
she was doing there she dropped her robe to
Inside me. I went to her and suddenly a large
Man grabbed me. I woke up tied to a chair in my
House She and her husband making love before
Me. I reached into my pocket and grabbed my
Neutron fazor. And then suddenly to my surprise
Through the wall he came to rescue me, My Scarecrow,
My Scarecrow had come to life!
Atatine .00999 parts per million
Enough to power four continents
With my Matron Disstule Generator
One ounce can power enough energy
For one large city They laughed at my
Science and ridiculed my beliefs I offered
them money, they said it was evil.
I trick them by giving them pallidium
Knowing they would have to use me to
refine it. Fair, fair, I was fair I asked for
there lands to began mining. I made them
Wealthy people When some refused the deal
I smiled and walked away And one night
I heard the gossip of cackling hens, speaking
Of me as foolish and how they wished to exploit
Me. I created the Scarecrow in response. My
Need to exist before all others. My wife lefted
divorced me and married my enemy. One July
Fourth she came to visit me crying.Asking me
to again trust her. She had fallen on hard times
I took her in, for months it was like when we
Married. One night I was in the warehouse and
I heard giggles, I tiptoed to we're the noise was
and there she was standing . I asked her what
she was doing there she dropped her robe to
Inside me. I went to her and suddenly a large
Man grabbed me. I woke up tied to a chair in my
House She and her husband making love before
Me. I reached into my pocket and grabbed my
Neutron fazor. And then suddenly to my surprise
Through the wall he came to rescue me, My Scarecrow,
My Scarecrow had come to life!
When neutron stars collide they
unleash immense energy plasma
jets, creating conditions extreme
enough to produce heavy elements
like gold, A single collision can
generate gold equivalent to several
Earth masses, outshining entire
galaxies in the process;
An armageddon of brilliance
may well one day fill the heavens
the blinding age of enlightenment
in the end as neutron stars collide ~ I fear a great healing old nick
hell shalt get a golden sarcophagus ~ several thousand miles thick
said god to satan arc welding his eyes ~ with plasma rich alchemic
Good News Trinities:
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Fold
UnFold
+1
(-)0
(-,-)binomial/double-binary 0
Positron, function of restorative reaction, informating
Neutron, function of bilateral mid-way action
Neutrino, function of result, exforming, intrinsic/implicate binomial
Trust
MisTrust
AntiTrust
Uracil
Adenine/Guanine midway balance
Cytosine
Brahman
God
Allah
Brahman, function of ReGeneration
Vishnu, function of ReStoring Primal Relationship
Shiva, anti-function of DeGeneration-Retribution-Loss-Jihad
Yagna, function of ecological relationship
Tapas, spiritual function of nature/spirit primal relationship
Dana, function of cooperative relationship--ego/eco positive health trends
Father, Creator/Way
HolySpirit, Humane-Divine Life of Relationship
Son, Patriarchal-Messianic TruthMentor-Teacher,
with Virgin Womb EarthMatriarchal Original Intent
Goodness of Natural Ethics
Truth of EquiValent Symmetry
Beauty of Nurturing Aesthetic Spirits
Happiness of Yang-Way function, external
Life of Healthy Balance
Liberty of Yin-Truth function, internal
Fraternity of Humane Nature
Equality of Nature/Nurturing Spirit
Liberty for Sacred Nurture
Ego, Left hemisphere, language
Id-entity Womb, Matriarchal/Patriarchal
Environmental Eco, Right hemisphere, function of SuperEgo
+ thru (-,-)
Body of YangEgo, patriotic
Spirit of Ego-Eco BiLateral Consciousness
Mind of Yin EcoLogos matriotic
Soil, function of Sacred MotherEarth-external
Soul, function of Ego/EcoLogical CoOperative Balance, Win-Win
Society, function of Brahman-internal restorative regeneration
Bad News Trinity:
Commodification of Goodness, myths and power and religion and nutrition...
Capitalization of Truth, merit, values, investments, aesthetics, attrition...
Secularization of Beauty, logos, ecologos, Earth, Eden, restoration,
health, reforesting, purpose, justice, vocation
relationship, synergy, gardening, reversion...
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