Best Annus Poems
March is a time of transition
winter and spring commence their struggle
between moments of ice and mud
a robin appears heralding the inevitable
life stumbling from its slumber
it was in such a period of change in 1905
that the House of Physics
would see its Newtonian axioms
of an ordered universe collapse
into a new frontier
where the divisions of time and space
matter and energy
were to blend as rain and wind
in a storm that broke loose
within the mind of Albert Einstein
where Brownian motion danced
seen and unseen, a random walk
that became his papers marching through science
reshaping the very fabric of the universe
we have come to know
we all share a common ancestor
a star long lost in the eons of memory
and yet in that commonality
nature demands a permutation
a perchance genetic roll of the dice
which births a new vision
lifting us temporarily from the mystery
exposing some of the roots of our existence
only to raise a plethora of more questions
as did the papers of Einstein in 1905
SAN DIEGO 9/05 Philosophy of Science Portal
Tim Ray Poet Colleague
i was working as a "Stringer" for the above blog searching the Internet for articles on physics and philosophy and was asked to write this as part of a celebration of the 100-year mark of Einstein's papers. i do not do requests but i conceded for reasons. my claim to fame herein is a poke at Einstein's statement that God does not play with dice, however, was not he a permutation in the scheme of things? and lest we forget he objected to the Big Bang theory holding onto the Steady State with other scientists because it was too much like Genesis. and lost to Bohr over Quantum Entanglement, settled by John Stewart Bell...but who is counting? and these peccadillos stand in little shadows of those papers in 1905.
An empire on which the sun never set
became her commonwealth.
A kingdom of four crowns ,close held
her fiefdom and her realm.
Politicos by the dozen ,came and went
her sense of duty stayed,from heaven sent.
Family failures&tragedy tested this resolve
for many years ' horribilis'.
Ninety now ,to Elizabeth we lift a glass
long may she live&reign in 'annus mirabilis'
The bad year befell when the prior had passed so well,
With no warning night descended and a charmed existence ended
As a starving bird of prey came to roost one average day,
Ate the blue out of the sky, pecked the sparkle from the eye.
It dragged its talons slow across the life I used to know,
Never paused to catch a breath, simply put the world to death;
Relentless and remote, ripped the soul and sank the boat,
Black reposed and ghoul surveyed all the changes it had made.
The bad year befell and with it tumbled hell,
Crushing love and passion dead beneath a fire and brimstone tread,
Breathing poison to erase all designs without a trace,
Until all it left to hold were some ashes sour and cold.
Looking back on everything with a future painted grim,
Thus conclude and contemplate on the cruel hand of fate;
Rise to curse complacency, that Achilles heel decree,
Who foresees without a doubt when time is running out?
The bad year befell with a parable to tell
That no matter who you are you can push your luck too far,
And no matter what you do you are always left with you
And despite your best endeavour nothing ever lasts forever…
A
pound
Sterling –
two forty
Saxon hammered coins;
silver pennies or “little stars1”.
It
was
Offa
of Mercia,
eighth century king2,
first issued the silver penny,
and two hundred and forty weighed one pound or libra.
He
copied
the Roman
denarius coin
so one penny became “1d.”
and twelve of these equalled one solidus, or “1s.”
And
thus
became
L.s.d. –
Pounds, shillings and pence.
Sad
day
annus horribilis
nineteen sev’nty one
when decimalisation came
and Great Britain lost her monetary heritage.
It was the year of the scorned Princess
when Di did on Charles and Camilla dis.
But Liz in her dis-dain
who through it all did reign
couldn’t save her Annus Horribilis!
Written: June 2015
At midnight tonight, adieu 2015!
The scandal that’s 1MDB, with its many twists and turns, continued throughout 2015…
Venomous charges and contercharges hit the headlines unabated through this year..
The on-going saga, with its numerous side developments, serve up a fascinating read…
Day after day, to this very day, there is typically only unflattering news about 1MDB…
At midnight today, adieu 2015!
We may not recall the date May 4th but we do remember a most dastardly deed in 2015…
When 4 armed gunmen stormed a restaurant in Sandakan, Sabah in the crime of the year..
The gunmen made a mockery of our heightened security, the dusk- to-dawn curfew…
The Malaysian army, police and navy were caught napping in the face of this kidnapping…
At midnight tonight, adieu 2015!
Political fanfare took a back seat when something catstrophic happened in mid 2015…
18 climbers were killed in rockfalls while up on the slopes of Mt Kinabalu, early dawn of June 5th..
When a 5.9 Richter scaled earthquake hit mountainous Ranau, and triggered mudslides…
Tales of heroism and individuals acts of courage catapulted mountain climbers into hero status..
At midnight tonight, adieu 2015!
Most Malaysians are going to stay awake to bid goodbye to the year that was 2015…
The optimistic ones will be looking forwards to the dawn of a brand new year in 2016..
With the many horrible stories and bad news that have assailed Malaysia this year..
Most of us will not miss 2015 for this annus horriblis is best be forgotten in earnest…
At midnight tonight, Adieu and Good Riddance 2015!
Welcome, Welcome, Happy New Year 2016 !
Immaterial Soul
A sprout abundant of immortal hope,
a search of a pulse of love in his heart,
an empty threat vivid in a man of a dying soul,
as the echoes in his heart race to slay him whole.
Hope arrives within stone’s throw.
A shining star at the groove of absolute all-ness,
a crowning jewel for the kin Vincente’s,
the only appetite tis’ sole aspirer, to be one with all my family,
so shall it be my destiny found.
My greatest fear is death, the unknown timelessness of eternal life,
where confinement and salvation touch shoulders.
Immortality is a remote axiom, an alchemists’ fame of soul remembrance
A mortal’s search of Tipler’s omega point,
the last hope of salvation adjacent to this point,
tis not found but earned long as: the moral laws written on thy heart ensue.
Gilgamesh first state awed his last, the divines’ gift to he, astray,
the fountain of eternal life alludes his last state tis’ only hope is consciousness of thy neural network
Annus Miribalis hath hope for Gilgamesh’s immortal life.
So set him free. Let angles guide thy through the herculean task,
strength and honor hear of Gilgamesh’s survival, his sink in armor of humility indulgence, a chain of association whose lineage is of no close origins.
For gins today “weakness” in armor flourish as strength in fame of tomorrow.
A peerless thought patrols Gilgamesh’s talent, change the world with a breadth of “élan’ vital”
Annus Miribalis hath hope for Gilgamesh’s immortal life.
Through the looking glass of all mortals dogma,
Faith model give rise to sovereign heavenly body in one piece.
Tis thy divine decree. Sole talent forge the apples’ fruit skin,
Gilgamesh’s purpose put to bed past regret.
To unite, to end suffering and shatter all man-kinds intrinsic prisons.
Gilgamesh's journey tips the edge…
Year 2022 has come and gone
Annus horribilis some say it was
A beautiful year yet for others
But that year is now history
The new year is here!
Embrace and savor it
New opportunities stare you in the face
Seize them while it is still day
The new year is what you make of it
Do not cling on the events of the past
For today is opportunity
And tomorrow a mystery
God the creator of the universe
Thank you for the breath of life
That keeps hope alive!
Let this year be good!
Annus Horribilis until the birth of our Great Grandson, who brought love and joy to everyone.
Riley Beau Brooks, Born 17th December, 2023