<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=425517" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Light Burst, Confusion, First Thirst, Then Fusion, Flight</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As nature hates a vacuum NOTHING can <br>be but a figment fragment second-guessed.<br>Reality and dreams combine, their quest <br>is thus to banish NOTHING then to span <br>creation’s vastness, scanning big bang's van, <br>from tao trip evolution's also-ran <br>to space displacement through one thousandth dan, <br>to Time condensing on initial jest <br>when request and inquest converge in gest.<br>Atoms void avoid, spin tails till trail's lost, rest<br>contest, contestants, distance, über plan, <br>arresting surface difference with zest. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">From mess congestive to suggestive test <br>of chaos, universal fractal fest <br>patterns pitter patter, matter must <br>invent itself from, to, through, into dust. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">./.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before big bang rang change strange, range remaining still in flux<br>electrons once were strangers all to call of ‘fiat lux’.<br>Along came fission’s fusion, confusion first, then light<br>bequeathing mission’s clues upon delusion and delight.<br>This led to fate's conclusion, caused atoms to unite<br>the which, in turn, illusion lent woe_man - sum mum quite! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">From chaos sprung our meeting, a marriage of convenience, <br>the which our rhymes are sweeting so judge linked lines with lenience.<br>When I was oxygenic and you two hydro genes<br>as dry as dust hygenic remained both Ways and Means, <br>as lonely and divided you me me…anderings, <br>unknown were helix he licks, and protoplasmic strings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unknown were then amoebae, or cells life's spells now bring, <br>like wise unfixed stoned genes' screen sticks, where species do their thing, <br>Thus life reached out, leached in for years before the Christian Right<br>decided seven days were all transforming night to right.<br>The Kansas Education Board's creation tale lies scored, <br>for aeons spun, together run, provided bread and board<br>for creatures wild - those really mild encountered some predators<br>before blind humankind assigned their carbon half-life daters.<br>Without our tryst few formal life forms on earth could ever<br>pursue existence ‘normal’, act out silly or feel clever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I was young and ignorant unknown to hair twins hydro<br>few days were spent in versing chant, reversing carbohydro<br>none fought for life on food chain link, existence ungalactic<br>they were a simple pair I think, electrons unclimactic.<br>But now beneath, above, beyond it is our joy to bond -<br>[not James! ] for our liaison switches on and off, stays fond.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No excommunication profanations Popes pronounce<br>as fleshed-out communication to each act adds its ounce<br>or pound of bony humor, that as humour some would spell, <br>we, wed-divorce consumer, revolve, evolve, and no hell<br>may know who heaven’s bloom a lot owes our sky sent engagement, <br>from birth to tomb we pierce life's gloom, mine time's sink swim arrangement. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Star maiden fair for whom I care towards far stars here's soaring, <br>Her flashing eyes her floating hair, run rings around my drawing, <br>though all should cry, 'Beware! Beware! ' temptation e'er excites me, <br>while honey-dew and starlight stew forever must delight me.<br>Chromatics strange the spectrum range epistolary fingers<br>itch with weird pitch as dream themes twitch stitch image rich which lingers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I love H² more than I may recount upon A.P.<br>To H, O dear, without spray play, could one from (p) odd take pee? <br>Apart from sulphur springs deep down the trenches of the ocean<br>see water every species crowns with motion and commotion.<br>Without our mating chances are your lifespan would be zero, <br>and if my love deserts me far from zilch lasts your career Oh! <br>No huns with their nomadic hordes had tented, discontented<br>No bourbon – wise key whiskey crack or Sun Kings - had invented, <br>No Roman Legions Cleo pat upon life’s back intented, <br>No Joan of Arc or Cupid's dart could have been implemented.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ach so! Ich muss continuer con brio storia<br>Another day gold story bold which ends play with stray ‘Gloria! ’<br>8 January 2007 revised 12 April 2008 and 1 May 2010</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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 <br>robi03_0748_robi03_0000 WXX_CEZ</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII <br>CONFUSION FIRST THEN LIGHT<br>Before big bang rang changes whose range remains in flux<br>Electrons once were strangers to call of ‘fiat lux’.<br>Along came fission’s fusion, confusion first, then light<br>bequeathing mission’s clues upon delusion and delight.<br>This led to fate's conclusion, caused atoms to unite<br>the which, in turn, illusion lent Man - a sum mum quite! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">From chaos sprung our meeting, a marriage of convenience, <br>the which our rhymes are sweeting so judge linked lines with lenience.<br>When I was oxygenic and you two hydro genes<br>as dry as dust hygenic remained both Ways and Means, <br>as lonely and divided you me me…anderings, <br>unknown were helix he licks, and protoplasmic strings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unknown were then amoebae, or cells life's spells now bring, <br>et inconNUE toute idée fixe offrant la vie bling bling.<br>Ainsi la vie commença malgré le Kansas Board<br>as aeons spun, together run, provided bread and board.<br>Without our tryst few formal life forms on earth could ever<br>pursue existence ‘normal’, act silly or feel clever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I was young and ignorant unknown to hair twins hydro<br>few days were spent in versing chant, reversing carbohydro<br>none fought for life on food chain link, existence ungalactic<br>they were a simple pair I think, electrons unclimactic.<br>But now beneath, above, beyond it is our joy to bond -<br>[not James! ] for our liaison switches on and off, stays fond.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No excommunication dare Vatican pronounce<br>as our communication to each act adds its ounce<br>or pound of fleshy humor, or humour some would spell, <br>we, wed-divorce consumer, revolve, evolve, no hell<br>may know who heaven’s bloom a lot owes our sky sent engagement, <br>although from birth to tomb amazing our arrangement. <br>We groupies play forever – this verse is turning shady -<br>so off we go reign clever to beard a bearded Lady.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>*Star maiden fair for whom I care towards far stars here's soaring, <br>Her flashing eyes her floating hair, run rings around my drawing, <br>though all should cry, 'Beware! Beware! ' temptation e'er excites me, <br>while honey-dew and starlight stew forever must delight me.<br>Chromatics strange the spectrum range epistolary fingers<br>itch with weird pitch as dream themes twitch stitch image rich which lingers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I love H² more than I may recount upon A.P.<br>To H, O dear, without your play how could you take a pee? <br>Apart from sulphur springs deep down the trenches of the ocean<br>you see we every species crown with motion and commotion.<br>Without our mating chances are your lifespan would be zero, <br>and if my love deserts me far from zilch lasts your career Oh! <br>No huns with their nomadic hordes had tented, discontented<br>No bourbon – wise key crack or kings – le roi soleil invented, <br>No Roman Legions Cleo pat upon life’s back intented, <br>No Joan of Arc or Cupid's dart could have been implemented.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ach so! Ich muss continuer con brio storia<br>Another day gold story bold which ends with a stray ‘Gloria! ’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(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<br>IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII<br>Confusion First, Then Light</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before big bang rang changes whose range remains in flux<br>Our atoms then were strangers to call of ‘fiat lux’.<br>Along came fission’s fusion, confusion first, then light<br>bequeathing mission’s clues on delusion and delight.<br>This led for us conclusion, caused atoms to unite<br>the which, in turn, illusion lent Man - a sum mum quite! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">From chaos sprung our meeting – a marriage of convenience –<br>the which our rhymes are sweeting so judge linked lines with lenience.<br>When I was oxygenic and you two hydro genes<br>as dry as dust hygenic remained both Ways and Means, <br>as lonely and divided you me me…anderings, <br>unknown were helix he licks, and protoplasmic strings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unknown would be amoeba, or cells our spells life brings, <br>et inconNUE toute idée fixe offrant la vie qui zings.<br>Ainsi la vie commença malgré le Kansas Board<br>as aeons spun, together run, provided bread and board.<br>Without our tryst few formal life forms on earth could ever<br>pursue existence ‘normal’, act silly or feel clever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I was young and ignorant unknown to hair twins hydro<br>few days were spent in versing chant, reversing carbohydro<br>none fought for life on food chain link, existence ungalactic<br>they were a simple pair I think, electrons unclimactic.<br>But now beneath, above, beyond it is our joy to bond -<br>(not James!) for our liaison sweet is on and off, though fond</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No excommunication dare Vatican pronounce<br>as our communication to each act adds its ounce<br>or pound of fleshy humor, or humour some would spell, <br>we, wed-divorce consumer, revolve, evolve, no hell<br>may know who heaven’s bloom a lot owes our engagement, <br>although from birth to tomb amazing our arrangement. <br>We groupies play forever – this verse is turning shady -<br>so off we go reign clever to beard a bearded Lady.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I love H² more than I may recount upon A.P.<br>To H, O dear, without your play how could you take a pee? <br>Apart from sulphur springs deep down the trenches of the ocean<br>you see we every species crown with motion and commotion.<br>Without our mating chances are your lifespan would be zero, <br>and if my loves desert me far from zilch lasts your career Oh! <br>No huns with their nomadic hordes had tented, discontented<br>No bourbon – wise key crack or kings – le roi soleil invented, <br>No Roman Legions Cleo pat upon life’s back intented, <br>No Joan of Arc or Cupids dart could have been implemented.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ach so! Ich muss continuer con brio storia<br>Another day gold story bold which ends with a stray ‘Gloria! ’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(c) Jonathan RobinI<br>IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII<br>WHEN I WAS YOUNG AND IGNORANT<br> When I was young and ignorant I loved a Miss McDougall, <br> Our days were spent in happiness, although our means were frugal; <br> We did not sigh for worldly wealth, for vain and tawdry treasures, <br> We were a simple country pair with simple country pleasures.<br> Beneath the village chestnut-tree it was our joy to meet once; <br> We used to tread the dewy fields with wonder-waking feet once; <br> We wandered once in leafy lanes and walked in Woodlands shady; <br> But now she's gone to Birmingham to be a Bearded Lady</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I loved her as I loved my life when I was young and tender, <br> And happily our time was spent although our means were slender.<br> We used to pass the golden days in countrified pursuits once; <br> We walked through simple country bogs in simple country boots once.<br> High hopes of happiness I had, but now my hopes are zero, <br> Alas! My love has left me now to carve her own career O; <br> Not all the hopes of her I had of her are worth a maravedi; <br> My love has gone to Birmingham to be a Bearded Lady.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> My love now dwells in circus halls with clowns and tight-rope dancers, <br> Where dromedaries play bassoons and sea-lions do the lancers; <br> She moves amongst trick-bicyclists, buffoons and comic waiters, <br> With elephants and acrobats and prestidigitators.<br> No longer daily by my side she wanders through the hay now, <br> The glamour of the public eye has lured are far away now.<br> Remorseless Fates, my tender hopes how cruelly betrayed ye! <br> My love has gone to Birmingham to be a Bearded Lady.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> When I was young and ignorant I loved a Miss McDougall; <br> But that was e'er she heard the call of Fame's imperious bugle.<br> I thought her kind as she was fair, but I was green and calfish; <br> My love, though brighter than a star, was colder than a starfish.<br> High hopes of happiness I had when I was young and tender; <br> But time and tide have falsified my juvenile agenda.<br> Farewell, my castle is in the air! Phantasmal mansions, fade ye! <br> My love has gone to Birmingham to be a Bearded Lady.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=425517" data-title="Light Burst, Confusion, First Thirst, Then Fusion, Flight de Jonathan Robin" data-description="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 t..."></div> </div> </div>

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