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Light Burst, Confusion, First Thirst, Then Fusion, Flight - Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

As nature hates a vacuum NOTHING can
be but a figment fragment second-guessed.
Reality and dreams combine, their quest
is thus to banish NOTHING then to span
creation’s vastness, scanning big bang's van,
from tao trip evolution's also-ran
to space displacement through one thousandth dan,
to Time condensing on initial jest
when request and inquest converge in gest.
Atoms void avoid, spin tails till trail's lost, rest
contest, contestants, distance, über plan,
arresting surface difference with zest.

From mess congestive to suggestive test
of chaos, universal fractal fest
patterns pitter patter, matter must
invent itself from, to, through, into dust.

./.

Before big bang rang change strange, range remaining still in flux
electrons once were strangers all to call of ‘fiat lux’.
Along came fission’s fusion, confusion first, then light
bequeathing mission’s clues upon delusion and delight.
This led to fate's conclusion, caused atoms to unite
the which, in turn, illusion lent woe_man - sum mum quite!

From chaos sprung our meeting, a marriage of convenience,
the which our rhymes are sweeting so judge linked lines with lenience.
When I was oxygenic and you two hydro genes
as dry as dust hygenic remained both Ways and Means,
as lonely and divided you me me…anderings,
unknown were helix he licks, and protoplasmic strings.

Unknown were then amoebae, or cells life's spells now bring,
like wise unfixed stoned genes' screen sticks, where species do their thing,
Thus life reached out, leached in for years before the Christian Right
decided seven days were all transforming night to right.
The Kansas Education Board's creation tale lies scored,
for aeons spun, together run, provided bread and board
for creatures wild - those really mild encountered some predators
before blind humankind assigned their carbon half-life daters.
Without our tryst few formal life forms on earth could ever
pursue existence ‘normal’, act out silly or feel clever.

When I was young and ignorant unknown to hair twins hydro
few days were spent in versing chant, reversing carbohydro
none fought for life on food chain link, existence ungalactic
they were a simple pair I think, electrons unclimactic.
But now beneath, above, beyond it is our joy to bond -
[not James! ] for our liaison switches on and off, stays fond.

No excommunication profanations Popes pronounce
as fleshed-out communication to each act adds its ounce
or pound of bony humor, that as humour some would spell,
we, wed-divorce consumer, revolve, evolve, and no hell
may know who heaven’s bloom a lot owes our sky sent engagement,
from birth to tomb we pierce life's gloom, mine time's sink swim arrangement.

Star maiden fair for whom I care towards far stars here's soaring,
Her flashing eyes her floating hair, run rings around my drawing,
though all should cry, 'Beware! Beware! ' temptation e'er excites me,
while honey-dew and starlight stew forever must delight me.
Chromatics strange the spectrum range epistolary fingers
itch with weird pitch as dream themes twitch stitch image rich which lingers.

I love H² more than I may recount upon A.P.
To H, O dear, without spray play, could one from (p) odd take pee?
Apart from sulphur springs deep down the trenches of the ocean
see water every species crowns with motion and commotion.
Without our mating chances are your lifespan would be zero,
and if my love deserts me far from zilch lasts your career Oh!
No huns with their nomadic hordes had tented, discontented
No bourbon – wise key whiskey crack or Sun Kings - had invented,
No Roman Legions Cleo pat upon life’s back intented,
No Joan of Arc or Cupid's dart could have been implemented.

Ach so! Ich muss continuer con brio storia
Another day gold story bold which ends play with stray ‘Gloria! ’
8 January 2007 revised 12 April 2008 and 1 May 2010

Parody Patrick BARRINGTON see 'When I was Young and Ignorant' below, Coleridge, Eliot, Hood, Swinburne et alia 2008 version entitled Confusion First, Then Light , initial version entitled Evolution 8 January 2007 modified and expanded 12 April 2008 - see below for previous versions

n.b. Introductory Sonnet included see Noting Nothing Not Knot, Ting, Gel, In Gelignite Ignite Night Nothing Noting 18 February 1995 revised 6 May 1995 previous title Not[h]ing retitled 28 August 2009
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CONFUSION FIRST THEN LIGHT
Before big bang rang changes whose range remains in flux
Electrons once were strangers to call of ‘fiat lux’.
Along came fission’s fusion, confusion first, then light
bequeathing mission’s clues upon delusion and delight.
This led to fate's conclusion, caused atoms to unite
the which, in turn, illusion lent Man - a sum mum quite!

From chaos sprung our meeting, a marriage of convenience,
the which our rhymes are sweeting so judge linked lines with lenience.
When I was oxygenic and you two hydro genes
as dry as dust hygenic remained both Ways and Means,
as lonely and divided you me me…anderings,
unknown were helix he licks, and protoplasmic strings.

Unknown were then amoebae, or cells life's spells now bring,
et inconNUE toute idée fixe offrant la vie bling bling.
Ainsi la vie commença malgré le Kansas Board
as aeons spun, together run, provided bread and board.
Without our tryst few formal life forms on earth could ever
pursue existence ‘normal’, act silly or feel clever.

When I was young and ignorant unknown to hair twins hydro
few days were spent in versing chant, reversing carbohydro
none fought for life on food chain link, existence ungalactic
they were a simple pair I think, electrons unclimactic.
But now beneath, above, beyond it is our joy to bond -
[not James! ] for our liaison switches on and off, stays fond.

No excommunication dare Vatican pronounce
as our communication to each act adds its ounce
or pound of fleshy humor, or humour some would spell,
we, wed-divorce consumer, revolve, evolve, no hell
may know who heaven’s bloom a lot owes our sky sent engagement,
although from birth to tomb amazing our arrangement.
We groupies play forever – this verse is turning shady -
so off we go reign clever to beard a bearded Lady.


*Star maiden fair for whom I care towards far stars here's soaring,
Her flashing eyes her floating hair, run rings around my drawing,
though all should cry, 'Beware! Beware! ' temptation e'er excites me,
while honey-dew and starlight stew forever must delight me.
Chromatics strange the spectrum range epistolary fingers
itch with weird pitch as dream themes twitch stitch image rich which lingers.

I love H² more than I may recount upon A.P.
To H, O dear, without your play how could you take a pee?
Apart from sulphur springs deep down the trenches of the ocean
you see we every species crown with motion and commotion.
Without our mating chances are your lifespan would be zero,
and if my love deserts me far from zilch lasts your career Oh!
No huns with their nomadic hordes had tented, discontented
No bourbon – wise key crack or kings – le roi soleil invented,
No Roman Legions Cleo pat upon life’s back intented,
No Joan of Arc or Cupid's dart could have been implemented.

Ach so! Ich muss continuer con brio storia
Another day gold story bold which ends with a stray ‘Gloria! ’

(c) Jonathan Robin - Parody Patrick Barrington, Coleridge, Eliot, Hood, Swinburne et al first version entitled Evolution 8 January 2007 modified and expanded 12 April 2008 - see below for previous version
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Confusion First, Then Light

Before big bang rang changes whose range remains in flux
Our atoms then were strangers to call of ‘fiat lux’.
Along came fission’s fusion, confusion first, then light
bequeathing mission’s clues on delusion and delight.
This led for us conclusion, caused atoms to unite
the which, in turn, illusion lent Man - a sum mum quite!

From chaos sprung our meeting – a marriage of convenience –
the which our rhymes are sweeting so judge linked lines with lenience.
When I was oxygenic and you two hydro genes
as dry as dust hygenic remained both Ways and Means,
as lonely and divided you me me…anderings,
unknown were helix he licks, and protoplasmic strings.

Unknown would be amoeba, or cells our spells life brings,
et inconNUE toute idée fixe offrant la vie qui zings.
Ainsi la vie commença malgré le Kansas Board
as aeons spun, together run, provided bread and board.
Without our tryst few formal life forms on earth could ever
pursue existence ‘normal’, act silly or feel clever.

When I was young and ignorant unknown to hair twins hydro
few days were spent in versing chant, reversing carbohydro
none fought for life on food chain link, existence ungalactic
they were a simple pair I think, electrons unclimactic.
But now beneath, above, beyond it is our joy to bond -
(not James!) for our liaison sweet is on and off, though fond

No excommunication dare Vatican pronounce
as our communication to each act adds its ounce
or pound of fleshy humor, or humour some would spell,
we, wed-divorce consumer, revolve, evolve, no hell
may know who heaven’s bloom a lot owes our engagement,
although from birth to tomb amazing our arrangement.
We groupies play forever – this verse is turning shady -
so off we go reign clever to beard a bearded Lady.

I love H² more than I may recount upon A.P.
To H, O dear, without your play how could you take a pee?
Apart from sulphur springs deep down the trenches of the ocean
you see we every species crown with motion and commotion.
Without our mating chances are your lifespan would be zero,
and if my loves desert me far from zilch lasts your career Oh!
No huns with their nomadic hordes had tented, discontented
No bourbon – wise key crack or kings – le roi soleil invented,
No Roman Legions Cleo pat upon life’s back intented,
No Joan of Arc or Cupids dart could have been implemented.

Ach so! Ich muss continuer con brio storia
Another day gold story bold which ends with a stray ‘Gloria! ’

(c) Jonathan RobinI
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WHEN I WAS YOUNG AND IGNORANT
When I was young and ignorant I loved a Miss McDougall,
Our days were spent in happiness, although our means were frugal;
We did not sigh for worldly wealth, for vain and tawdry treasures,
We were a simple country pair with simple country pleasures.
Beneath the village chestnut-tree it was our joy to meet once;
We used to tread the dewy fields with wonder-waking feet once;
We wandered once in leafy lanes and walked in Woodlands shady;
But now she's gone to Birmingham to be a Bearded Lady

I loved her as I loved my life when I was young and tender,
And happily our time was spent although our means were slender.
We used to pass the golden days in countrified pursuits once;
We walked through simple country bogs in simple country boots once.
High hopes of happiness I had, but now my hopes are zero,
Alas! My love has left me now to carve her own career O;
Not all the hopes of her I had of her are worth a maravedi;
My love has gone to Birmingham to be a Bearded Lady.

My love now dwells in circus halls with clowns and tight-rope dancers,
Where dromedaries play bassoons and sea-lions do the lancers;
She moves amongst trick-bicyclists, buffoons and comic waiters,
With elephants and acrobats and prestidigitators.
No longer daily by my side she wanders through the hay now,
The glamour of the public eye has lured are far away now.
Remorseless Fates, my tender hopes how cruelly betrayed ye!
My love has gone to Birmingham to be a Bearded Lady.

When I was young and ignorant I loved a Miss McDougall;
But that was e'er she heard the call of Fame's imperious bugle.
I thought her kind as she was fair, but I was green and calfish;
My love, though brighter than a star, was colder than a starfish.
High hopes of happiness I had when I was young and tender;
But time and tide have falsified my juvenile agenda.
Farewell, my castle is in the air! Phantasmal mansions, fade ye!
My love has gone to Birmingham to be a Bearded Lady.


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