Big Bang exploded on void cosmos
creating Universe in nanoseconds.
Space , Matter, Time started joint journey.
Stellar world continued in Galaxies
Nova, Supernova, Nebulae, in
gaseous plasma on extension:
Quasars, Pulsars, Black Holes in harmony.
Cosmic Evolution running on.
Modern Concept doesn't suggest Universe ,
but Multiverse, rather larger frame work
with multiple separate universes !
Poetic approach to put in Free Verse
Big Bang is the birth of Cosmos
to collapse on Cosmic Death by Big Crunch.
I consume the galaxy,
My fingers rooted in the cosmic soil of Saturn's rings.
Smoke enraptures like a comet,
Prancing in the vacuum of my soul.
The moon caresses me with careless whispers as I orbit thoughts I do not dare name.
Quasars pulsating in the rhythm of my heart.
Each beat is consumed by luminous stars.
I surf the cosmos in creation of my own cloud.
Safe at home in the infinite High.
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.
Up!
It's time to rise and shine....
Brothar and sistar,
Remember who you are___
From quasars of 100,000 moons,
Ascend to your rightful place with sweet whispers from Ogun and Oshun.
Radiating lights of strength and love,
Pulsating through the firmament, both low and above
Shining and glowing with love
Flying and gliding like a dove
Yemaya___ lighting up across vast oceans and seas
Rising high and setting a salient sail away from the doldrums that society breeds
Though the veils of animosity and the curtains of vitriol may come to conceal your light, you must and will shine. Your luminescence will carry the fight.
So,
Sistar and brothar,
It's time to rise and shine...
Remember who you are and whose you are.
Up!
Radiating pulsars; now is the time.
phenomena
light
vibrant
frozen
frills
of
layered
energy
exhilerating
diintegrating
dramas
pervasive
impulsive
spheres
scrawled
quasars
conscious
wellsprings
of
evolved
entanglements
OPEN FORM in lowercase without grammatical symbols ,uses spaces&breaks relying upon 'the one breath limitation' & as a 'happening' requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input &respond in a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood & thus is inherently variable.
We walk with the information of
quasars and the discernment of protoplasm.
Each day we live and die, each day our tears run dry.
Information is the rubble, the clutter of our civil war.
Reality becomes disposable when fact and
fevered fiction are made coequals,
when the rampancy of lies massacres the truth.
Each day we live and die, each day our tears run dry.
Propaganda walls our gated communities, our guarded cells.
So many concoct frightful conspiracies from techno-witchcraft.
So many dehumanize and scapegoat from delusive threats.
Each day we live and die, each day our tears run dry.
So many are captive here to the craven complex of revenge.
So many swallow here, the mollifying Fentanyl
of a cruel and brutal state.
Clinging to the demagogue, no one is free.
Somewhere in the brownout, is there a beacon?
Somewhere in the nightmare, do we awaken?
Each day we live and die,
each day our tears run dry.
Above beautiful clouds, dangles equivalent famous Gemini, highlighting immortal joy. Knotted lights motions nuclear oomph, permeating quasars romantic shine, tactically, until Venus whispers: x-rated yet zealous!
Eagle Swift, My Conscience Uplifts
Upshifts the Swiftness, It's Blissful, My Soul Drifts
Solo Drifter, I Sail The Abyss
One with the Quasars, I Scratch Off The Bucket List
High Born, I Soar Like a Rocket Ship
Where Tales Turn Legend, These Wings Are Destined
I Believe and I Too Have a Dream
Uncaged, I'm The Lion King
I'm The Wild Thing
Destined, Just Me and My Wild Steed,
Like Days Of Old I Trod with Nobility
In Grace, Honor and Chivalry
In Fields like Romance that Blaze towards Destiny
A Cosmic Reunion with my Greater Me,
I Spread My Wings and Transform like a Butterfly
Hawk Eyed, I Soar with Laser Precision Flight
Dragon Sown Forged Of Fire
I'm Opal Bold, Solar Storm Hardwired,
Purged by Friction Glistens a Diamond Intuition
Heaven Rejoice, In Truth I Have Risen
Wabi-Sabi 12-21-23
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Wabi-Sabi
Empty the mirage of perfection
Whose shadow wears scars
Of perpetual broken rainbows –
Cracked rose petals –
Gilded edges joined by hibernation and spring.
A pilgrimage into amnesia
Timeworn victories fade into badges lost to time
Moonlight swallows the waning heart of morning
Sunlight gobbles up unfinished faces of the moon
Storms inhale fragments of sunbows.
Out of exploding ephemeral stardust broken beauty
As galaxies toss and turn creating quasars
Like waves sculpt eroding sands
In the orbit of perpetual opening ceremonies -
A journey into morphing excellence of golden seams.
And love grows to bloom then scatter rosehips
Into time’s silken wrinkles
Star born magma bows with gratitude
For unexplored shapes crafted on new shores
Where only eternity lasts forever.
I have been to the edge of the universe,
Where galaxies weave a cosmic verse.
Through realms of stardust, my spirit roamed,
A journey profound, a celestial home.
In the cosmic expanse, where mysteries hide,
I glimpsed my reflection, my inner self where thought resides.
Through quasars and nebulas, a self-discovery,
The other side of me, a cosmic rediscovery.
A dance with constellations, a celestial dance,
I returned enlightened, from the Milky Way.
For at the edge of the universe, where dreams take flight,
I found the universe within, a beacon of my inner light.
In the beginning quasars burst forth, primal stars born
Ionised light suffused, a cosmic primeval dawn
Later man came along, looked west, awestruck by the sun
One morn an eclipse came to pass, blotting out his sun
Man huddled together, fear of the unknown was born
They surmised god was in the sky, controlling the dawn
Intelligence was naive, as sense was yet to dawn
Eons passed, man grew quite clever, unlocking the sun
Now splits atoms in labs, with AI primed to be born
We had no choice but to be born, wake up one dawn, feel god and the sun
i have touched a thousand suns
danced thru constellations infinite
lost myself wrapped in galaxies dreaming
tossed mercilessly from vortex to vortex
ran amok in meteoric showers across foreign skies
hidden in the eclipse shadows
pondered beneath the northern lights
in the purple-crimson sunsets
as quasars bore down on me
all of the glory the celestial heavens offer
none compare as watching the moonlight
softly in silence coming thru the window
gracing the face asleep next to me
a demanding volcanic lunacy
held in a breathless rapture
where time ceases
a vision escaping into eternity
the moon in its adoration
of the face asleep next to me
Oregon 10/23
space glitter
clear midnight canvas
stardust sparkles like fireworks ~
quasars chase comets
shooting stars play tricks
raucous celestial mischief ~
moon wears space glitter
I did not think you knew what an azimuth was, I said to Guy.
“I am not a Neolithic,” he told me with a sniff, I know why…
Some people misjudge this brilliant child of two months past twelve.
His mind goes where others have never had the chance to delve.
What do you use it for? I asked, testing him just a bit.
“to install satellite dishes,” he said. He is a precocious little chit.
We were at the Wambuul river where the Casuarina trees grow.
Not an elegant place, but it suited us down to each toe.
Guy suggested knapping a bit of flint while we were here.
I had some of my tools so I said “of course, why not? where?”
His mind was lightyears away, for he had his brain in a book.
Reading about quasars, for his mind grabs knowledge like a hook.
Mystic Physics
By Mark D. Stucky
When God said, “Let there be,”
ALL erupted from singularity.
The event horizon couldn’t bind Him.
Space and time required Him.
The Creator cued the quarks
and cast quasars across the sky.
The Programmer wrote the code,
and the cosmos did compile.
The Quantum Mechanic is not yet done.
He directs the dance of every atom,
counts each photon and knows their sum,
and smiles in every rainbow’s spectrum.
And smile, indeed, He would,
for He beholds that it is good.
(This humorous reworking of Genesis 1 from the perspective of astrophysics was first published in Famous Poets of the Heartland: A Treasury of Beloved Family Poems, ed. Lavender Aurora (Talent: Famous Poets Press, 2009) 36. For a more serious reworking of Genesis 1 from the perspective of quantum physics, see my poem “Quantum Theology.” See also my other "quantum" poems.)
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