The Big Bang
November 2018
#119
Imagina El Universo
Visible por todas sus épocas
Los dolores de lucha
Escritos en estrellas
De nuestra historia
Los placeres de amor
Sostener nuestra marcha
Creado como las
Estrellas llamadas
Los Tres Reyes
Imagine the Universe
Visible throughout its ages
The pains of struggle
Written in stars
From our history
The pleasures of love
Sustain our march
Created as
Stars called
The three Kings
© 27 dec 18 Ángel L. Martínez
The Bread is Rising Poetry Collective
Bang! Bang! Bang!
In Memory of Joe Cuba and Jimi Hendrix
An El Barrio son who sang “Bang, Bang” in the 60s
“Ah, beep, beep, ah, beep, beep” Bang, bang
“I’ll never go back to Georgia”
“Ah, beep, beep, ah, beep, beep” Bang, bang, bang
A raven flies above us
Walking towards the seven hills beneath Lake Washington
Since the early afternoon, I have traveled on the Amtrak rails
To Seattle, East meets West
The Sun us light
Times passes since the late Sixties
Where I first met you at the Café Wha in Greenwich Village at Macdougal Street
Before you reach toward the stars in England and the world
And later Canada and America
It was a beautiful moment when you were on stage
Blowing an electronic guitar
Music flowing in soundwaves beyond our dreams of yesterday and today
And on this Tuesday on your earth day, Jimi Hendrix
The Sun, the sky flows in its own orbit
In honor of your 76th birth
You gave the world something worthy of life
And every time I walk by 118th Street and St. Nicholas Avenue,
It’s an image of rebirth, remembering
All Along the Watchtower, there must be something said the Joker
Walking to the rising hawk
On the 49th year of the National Day of Mourning in Pawtuxet
In honor of all ancestors who gave life to the living
In a powwow that forms a circle
To heal one more time
The cold must go away
As you walk in silence
As the smoke of sage surrounds us
And today is a day rooted in the pasty
Standing as a guardian spirit for Brother Leonard Peltier
Who will see the light of freedom
And soon we will face the East and pray to Maintou
To be in harmony with the Universe
© Carlos Raúl Dufflar November 27, 2018
The Bread is Rising Poetry Collective
The Big Bang
The big bang, the clang
as the penny drops across the floor
like a drum roll ending with a clash of symbols.
First, on hands and knees,
crawling fingers just touching the edge
of this out f reach world.
Then, laying prostrate amongst the dust and crumbs,
a discarded roche, the dog hairs (or worst)
and lord knows what else,
trying not to inhale.
Under this setter this penny temptress lays face up,
a siren to my need to have her,
this Queen of the underworld,
within the black hole where all things finally go.
The big bang, the clang
as the penny drops but no drum roll or symbols,
just an awkward silence with far and anger
hanging like a swarm of disturbed wasps around my head.
I've tried to sway this issue away too many times before,
ended up stung hoping this will solve itself.
Your face is a picture I want to forget,
twisted, distorted, turning 54 shades of red to purple,
fit to burst, exploding like a supernova.
A grown man beginning a five year old's tantrum
declaring "so that's it then"
You walk towards me with that look but I'm beyond the scare
and I walk straight past you, up the stairs,
to sit in another universe with star tears,
guts churning, heart beating,
the dogs are silent but poised for your next move
but it doesn't come.
The big bang, the slam of the door
and puff, you're gone.
Mary-Jane
Stevenage Survivors, Poetry as Healing
Our Animals
The way they were
The way they are
The way they feel
The cries they make
“Fireworks”
They may be pretty
But the noise they make
Sometimes hurt your ears
Sometimes make animals fear
and paranoid
“It’s not fair”
Please, stop the noise?
Make them silent
The suffering fireworks bring to our animals
We may not be able to change the past
But we can our future for these poor animals
“Animals matter just as much as humans”
(C) Josie Lawson 11/11/2018 All Rights Reserved
GROW
The Big Bang
The Big Bang, the single, sudden event that marked the beginning of the Universe and everything contained within it, such is the common belief among Scientists. I may not be a Scientist myself but I don't believe that, in fact I don't believe the Big Bang ever happened, at least not out of nothing or for no reason at all. This stance of mine is based on the fact that something does not and cannot just happen out of nothing as nothing can ever come from nothing. Even if there was no matter at least, there would still have had to have been some form of energy as energy cannot be created or destroyed, it can only change form so it is still there regardless so there is still something there. If the Big Bang did happen, my theory is that it happened as a result of a previous Universe contracting and that the cycle will continue if our Universe did the same. I even think it is possible that our Universe is everlasting and is n ot the only one of its kind. Call me a crackpot but this is my stance and stick to it I shall. Maybe someday, Mankind will discover the ultimate truth about the origin of our Universe or at least something close to it? Maybe the one to discover the truth or something close to it will be my cousin Matilda, already aspiring to be a scientist at the tender age of 4? Let the doubters have their fun, I believe she can do it!
Michael Bungay
Stevenage Survivors
Event Horizon
If this was a sci-fi movie, we might be
a black hole, or a bubble with no escape,
but there’s no internet, no way of checking,
and we have better things to argue about.
This was meant to be our honeymoon,
and it was perfect for about six hours.
A meal, a few beers, some dancing,
then all the lights went out in Havana.
People started phoning cousins in Miami,
same story there, everything knocked out,
Police vs Looters on the streets; the stage
manager mandating Maximum Darkness.
Staff and drinkers debated a big blue flash
somewhere across the ocean; we didn’t
notice, but we did hear Surprise in several
languages, then absolute silence for a while.
My wife said “ Whose bright idea was Cuba?”
then a voice out of the darkness in the bar,
“And what do you think is left of Miami?”
So we drank rum and warm beer till dawn.
Now, we just wait for Fidel to re-appear
and tell us what our future holds, the radio
to give us an evacuation plan, or convince us
an orange sky and black sea is not The End.
Brian Docherty
Shorelink Writers
Making Big Bang Map
The earth Thunder sat down sudden hilt
The heavy clap tap of the dancer
The musican bringing holy the thud
To match the dancing in the hornpipe
Rainbow bursting blogging sound banging
Banking tills bang down crash crush rivers
Cancer candy in big big bang gasping air
The planets danced in the heavy toil sir making
Powering power devolved devil's token heat
Lightening striking clap tapping rapping
Apps download in musical knocks
The drum oil volcano exploding coal
Soot melt through snow rain frosted fire rock
Inside outside big bang bolt shot fired
The hammer jammed horizon glared flares
John Joseph Sheehy