Singularities Poems | Examples

An Unseen Tapestry, Woven In Stars Retreating Backwards Into Time

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.

Einstein Rosenberg Bridge

I dream in tensors, sleep in curves,
A fabric bent by mass that swerves—
Space and time, a unified song,
Where gravity has whispered long.

A point—no width, no height, no breadth,
A singularity spells time’s death.
But in the depths, a passage hides,
Through quantum seams, where dark divides.

A wormhole yawns, its throat aglow,
Two mouths that neither age nor know
The clocks we trust—what if they lie?
And stars are tunnels in the sky?

Where would it lead, this bridge we name,
From here to there, through flame or frame?
Perhaps to you, or somewhere free—
A loop in space, where I might be
Not bound by now, but yet—to be.

One petal alone opens

A lone petal unfurls
not a bloom,
not a flower,
no use to bees,
as one decrepit. 
It's on its knees 
trying to please
all alone.

It's an echo of a question,
yet to be asked.
It's a pose, unpoised, unprompted. 
It's one eye, nose, or ear, 
in defaced mask.
It's a one-handed clap,
an air-kiss from poked puckered lips
It's a hand-shake request 
never returned. 
a promise never spoken
a swing never swung
a trip never begun
a tear shed in solitude
a wave goodbye, never returned,
It's a mantra or 
a musical note recited only once.
All these are clones of 
of singularities, 
koan and kin.

Black Hole Stare

there's a death in your glance
that i have welcomed
in all abandonment
and in every instance
that i had become
a planet astray

i feel free in your gravity

there's a mischievous chance
fleeting and random
across the firmament
that you may look askance
so i may fathom
the depth of your gaze

your eyes hold singularities

and i am 
already within horizon
so drag me along
my deconstruction

i'll let you murder me
with the stars
with all the lights of an ending night 

i'll let you pull me in
through the hours
past the shards of a collapsing sky

and i am
in retrogade towards nowhere
helplessly ensnared
in your black hole stare

draw me in

there's a death in your glance
and i hope it's mine

Tweets

I, too, dislike poems.
I’ve tried runes (and rampikes)
but that’s affected
rather than merely effete.
So I call them
figments.
When people query
What do you write?
at a barbecue or birthday party
I say soliloquies,

fractals,
fragments.
Self-similarities,
singularities,
sculptures (scriptures), geometric shapes and series,
three dimensional triangles, spheres
and differential equations,
fractured fairy tales,
Rocky and Bullwinkle,
rectal impactions.

On the other hand,
bits, bots, bytes
remnants, scrap, earth
gobs of phlegm in grains of sand,
shards of glass in a slice of hell,
hunks and clumps, curds and whey, sleet and pain, slap in the face
sub-atomic particles, cell organelles,
chunks of energy, cookie crumbs,
rusty trucks stuck in mud, dustings for ghosts,
just plain dumb luck, rocks, concrete, but not tweets.

Cosmic Patterns

(dancing
celestial
objects)
o--*--o
******
o--------------------o
o--*--o
_______!_______


....}~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~{....


(revolving
sea of
stars)
o--*--o
******
?_____________?

o--*--o
_______!_______


(cosmic detonations)
....{~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~}....
[!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


(devouring
dark 
singularities)
*--o--*
**--**


**


*

.

Telescopic Echoes

Concrete entities
dead grass singularities
subliminal quakes

Black Life's Matter-

Black Lives Matter

Bleak moors secure. No!
Legislative restrictions restrict. No!
Artificial equality marble. Yes!
Current runs last. Shooting blacks may be running or not. Why?
Kinematic singularities extend. Politicians and scientific contending?

Late starts resume. This a life, Yes!
Independent runs extend. This is a life Yes!
Very vitals snuff. What percentile is enough is enough
Extraordinary prerogatives exploit. What's the matter with us
Short sprints mean. Don't walk, run or talk be still innocent

Many moors tramp. racism trumps running rapidly distrust
Anti separatists endure. let us all come together 
Tribal Bantu carry. More physical than physiological Don't know?
Those tortured vitals incline. Whose drawing the line and when?
Essential singularities run.
Racial equality bleeds. Let's end racist please





6/20/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©

Planetary Catharsis

This kindred of separation
this breed apart
this top of the food chain
and its self distinction by the manipulation of thumbs

This arrogance of intelligence
with its pocket-sized reasoning of knowledge
and by default applies its logic
this incongruent species of taking everything for granted

These nations of waring factions
and the tyrannies of their religions
and all their obsessive obsessions with death
and all their cognitive dissonance of life

All the distractions
the desperate intentions
to impart some measure of meaning
some inkling of purpose for a life they have never really lived

Predisposed to elitism
by their own sense of division
this bipedal predator of vertebrate mammalian
assumes all of creation was only created for them

And in their frustration
and with their playground experience
they build all manner of weapons
to beat the crap out of the people living with them

Still the sun shines
and only by its grace do they continue to exist
all the quantum theories and universal singularities
do not help them with catharsis
they survive only by the elements of a planetary symbiosis

Singularities

7/26/16


I'm not kidding you
This is true

Be wary
Things rarely happen fairly
On either side of the estuaries

Will you do what is necessary
When looking into the face of what is scary?

I wouldn't be carefree
Or ever underestimate any adversary

Therefore the burden shall be carried
Across the entire prairie
And across waters frequented by ferries

Not all are buried
Inside a cemetery

At times I barely
Made it out, and was very
Close to death, took a breath to help prepare me

Meanwhile in space there was singularities
And breakthroughs being made simultaneously
All though some end up being only momentarily

At times the outcome apparently
Went terribly
Temporarily changed the environment and air we breathe

By: Dalton Ogletree

Space-Time

Wormholes winding wackily in space-time
Time twists and turns endlessly in space -time
Pulsars pirouetting with perfection in space-time
Singularities sitting silently waiting in space-time  
 
Nascent nebula nestling together in space-time
Galaxies gorgeously gleaming spinning in space-time
Asteroids appearing aimless moving in space-time
Comets creating chaos as they travel in space-time
 
Divine deity’s design or quantum chance space-time
Universe unfurling unabated creating space-time
Bejewelled beauty begotten of space-time
Only a poet can promise perfection to match that which we dwell in.

Power Series

From April to
September
our children’s ages
comprised
a power series - 2,
4, 8
then 8 turned 9 
and the series
crumbled
though  2 & 4
remained
but in February - 4
turns 5
and all is lost
until April 
when 2 turns 3
and we have 3 & 9 
until September
when all
permutations
disappear.

Acquaintances,
including my wife 
think it’s peculiar
that I  
a) note,
b) remark, and
c) write a poem
on these vanishing
singularities
Maybe they're 
right.

Age Cannot Wither

Longing floods my soul
For that first time we met
In our secret sylvan grove
Far from prying eyes
Where you first uncoverered 
To me your silky  alabaster globes
With their darkly crimson rings.

Then did the whole world seem alive 
As every fibre of my being danced
In our communion with nature
In the union of our bodies.
How rich was that moment
As we lost our singularities
To become truly one and universal.

Now frailty enfeebles my frame 
And I recognise that never again 
Will we relive that glimpse of eternal ecstasy.
But the flame lives on in memory
And it will brightly burn
As long as our hearts beat true.
Never will I forget you.

Singularities

I love this silence
It must have been like this that night
When God gave evidence
Of time hidden in eternity
And said: let there be light
Only God could mute
Immutability, and refute nothing
With his presence absolute
For what absolutely is must
Exist alone, and with nothing else
Can be but cannot be known
And even so I, another creator
Using words to make galaxies
Out of dream, must forever  be
Alone. Writing is a silent art
But wait until I speak my mind
Aloud, wait until the lightning
Before the thunder roars
I shall be suddenly still.

Pent Sills

These graphite singularities
contain universes
unconceived,
awaiting
the Big Bang
of inspiration, but
narrative particles
escape like
Hawking radiation --
gravity’s diminution
evaporatively slow,
nearly virtual,
and random.

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