From Blinded by Love or Science

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From the Smashwords collection of poems

Blinded by Love or Science


THE BIG BANG


Listen to the Big Bang:

crackle, crackle, fizz, pop -

Come up with me in my balloon

and listen to its constant tune.

 

Crackle, crackle, fizz, pop

- it means the universe is sure

to go on till the end of time

and then a little more.

 

The universe it flat (my hat).

There’s nothing that can stop it now.

There’s nothing that can pull it back

to what has been before.

 

Crackle, crackle, fizz, pop -

The echo of its cold weak voice ... -

crackle, crackle, fizz, pop -

... is saying that it had no choice.

                                  

The Big Bang set this all in motion

at just the right velocity.

It was the right kind of explosion,

the only possibility,

 

to spawn the Universe as we know it

(with nothing above, or beyond, or below it).

 

In 1998 the International Boomerang Project launched a balloon equipped to measure the cosmic background radiation caused by the separation of photons from other particles of matter some 300,000 years after the Big Bang.

Its findings suggest that the universe is flat, and not curved, as a rival theory conjectured.

THE UNIVERSE IS FLAT (MY HAT)

 

The universe is flat, my hat;

it spins as it expands

like a lump of pizza dough

in the caring, agile hands

of a nimble-fingered God.

 

THE THISTLES

BLINDED BY LOVE?

SPRING

 

What name shall we give

this purple-headed thistle?

Among the multitude in yellow and white.

Proud, and silver-crowned it stands:

an unloved prince

of an alien empire.


LATE SPRING/EARLY SUMMER

 

Nobody who has seen their

stealthy ganging-up along the river bank

any longer believes

in the innocence of the thistles.

 

So stealthy, their slow assembling here;

their pose, so nonchalant;

So menacing their attire...

 

 

HIGH SUMMER

 

The air is busy

with so many flying

and floating things.

“We buzz, we hum,

we flutter and fly, all

of us, to the thistle field.”

So full of summer life! Such

power of attraction! They must have

some hidden charm, these thistles.

 

 

AUTUMN/WINTER

 

Frail, brittle,

Old-man Thistle

bows his bony head towards the earth

for which he yearns.

 


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YOUR FRIEND

 

I left your party on a number nine bus.

Just slipped out quietly; didn’t make no fuss.

Didn’t want your friend to tell you I had gone away.

Didn’t want to tell you I had had enough today.

 

Your friend was friendly when she showed me to the door.

Just followed out behind me when I walked across the floor.

And because she was so friendly, couldn’t look her in the eye.

Just mumbled I was going, thank you, and goodbye.

 

If I see your friend tomorrow, I will tell her I was pissed,

Ask how late you stayed up, and about the fun I missed.

I’ll ask her if you’re coming round on Tuesday as we planned.

You know you said you’d always come if I need a helping hand.

 

Your friend seemed sympathetic when she saw I had to go.

She must have known what’s going on but didn’t let it show.

She’s always been so close to you. I wonder what she felt.

She smiled so understandingly. I wonder what that meant.