Best Copernicus Poems
The world’s astronomers after a tumultuous debate
have decided to reduce the number of planets to eight.
Little Pluto out in the reaches of the solar system
has been the subject of controversy and criticism.
This body orbiting out in the deep solar space void
is now classified by earth’s sky watchers as a planetoid.
Since the solar system was discovered by Copernicus,
it’s the second time something has lost planetary status.
The object named Ceres was considered as planetary,
but was lessened to an asteroid in the last century.
Some astronomers suspected another planet did dwell.
The search for “Planet X” was begun by Percival Lowell.
The orbits of Uranus and Neptune showed perturbations
by some outer unknown body pulling with gravitations.
For many years, the world’s big telescopes were aimed at the skies.
It was a long and frustrating search causing some tired eyes.
Many astronomers hoped to find this mystery body.
Clyde Tombaugh finally discovered it in 1930.
Pluto has a very large body called Charon for a moon.
A highly eccentric orbit brings it closer than Neptune.
It’s far away where our sun is shining with just a faint glow.
These are a few of the facts astronomers would get to know.
Pluto’s considered one of many things called a “Plutrino”.
It’s the largest of bodies orbiting in the “Kuiper Belt”
Reduction from planetary status is what they all felt.
Categories:
copernicus, space, body, planet,
Form:
Rhyme
Eureka - a love song Tanka series
~ art by Edward Burne-Jones ~
It's a fair question:
as you smile that smile, you ask
how much I love you…
"You are constant as the sun
...and I am Copernicus"
As you close your eyes,
you ask how far I'd travel
to show I love you:
"Love, you are the seven seas
...I'm Ferdinand Magellan"
"Why do you tell me
I'm the apple of your eye?"
you wonder out loud.
I say, "You are gravity
…and I am Isaac Newton"
You furrow your brow
asking why I pursue you.
"It's simple", I say,
"you're 24 karat gold
…and I am Howard Carter"
You crinkle your nose,
"Why do you never give up?"
you ask me coyly.
I say, "You are a light bulb
… and I'm Thomas Edison"
You get somber and
ask if loving you is such
a good idea
to which I say "Eureka!"
… for I am Archimedes
written 29 Jan 2022
Categories:
copernicus, love,
Form:
Tanka
The birth place of world war II
after an invasion void of any declaration.
Stamps on history’s book by feminine hands
to ascertain the first death sentence of the same human disaster.
A time frame marked its stolen identity
signifying its absorption into the world map
when three neighbouring nations rolled dices on its existence.
Roman Catholicism is advertised by the sun
in this place where it’s the pioneer of oil refinery
and the continent’s most important reproductive clinic
to border-crossing summer birds.
The father of Europe in king Kazimierz Jagiellonczyk
married off his three seeds of fertility
who were carrying rich humus
to the germination of Europe’s greatest dynasties.
Another king flatters history when he re-based back to his origin
to honour a coronation conflicting the poles’ election.
The heart of the world of European Jews
where their rescue during the holocaust was second to none
where the first artificial language, created and sustained;
and having a patriot decorated five times on physical masculinity.
It is the home to the famous Nicolaus Copernicus
and the birth place of the globally applauded Marie Curie.
The last will and testament of the expiring country
marks the first European constitutional state.
The underground salt cathedral is significant in its global age ranking.
The Bialowieza Primeral, epitomizes the continent’s last ancient forest
and the piwnica Swidnilka ranks the first
in the pride of the continent’s aged restaurants.
Its historic medicinal use of vodkas
and the blossom to the stem end direction
of peeling Bananas ready for consumption
beautifies the grit of a nation which stood firm
even after a forty and three attempts of invasion.
Categories:
copernicus, community, education, environment, history,
Form:
Ode
An ideal renaissance man
A polymath
Did you know a Mona Lisa
Leonardo
You have a beautiful mind
They said the Earth was the center
You said the Sun
On your death bed you published truth
Copernicus
You have a beautiful mind
You have wrote classic symphonies
You can not hear
You still had faith in your music
Beethoven
You have a beautiful mind
Most people are oblivious
They can not see
Only concerned with frivolous
People
If you only knew beauty
All knowing transparent eyeball
You see nature
Remind us of why we are here
Emerson
You have a beautiful mind
Eighteen hundred poems hidden
A chest of words
Treasure, you'd rather be the one
Miss Dickinson
You have a beautiful mind
Chasing after a beam of light
An abstract thought
You understand our universe
Albert Einstein
You have a beautiful mind
Categories:
copernicus, beauty, funny love, people,
Form:
Free verse
An avid student of Copernicus
And keen observer of the universe,
The founding father of astronomy,
Philosopher and polymath was he.
Punished by Urban for his heresy,
For his heliocentric the-o-ry,
He appeared before the Inquisition
Which required his public recantation.
Imprisoned, muttered :”and yet it moves”
But this false recantation nothing proves.
Categories:
copernicus, history, stars,
Form:
Rhyme
10/4/19
"A Better Person"
Long ago I learned it
Nobody on this Earth is
Perfect
That's for certain
I'm determined
To be a better person
As I continue workin'
Ready to handle any burden
Not yet affirmative
We're still not so sure of it
If elsewhere life stirs and exists
A solar system full of curses and gifts
All these strange occurences
In a world that can be merciless
Below and above all surfaces
People being wasteful and others conservative
Food sold with and without preservatives
The first to quit
Far too often people see no way out, instead of the alternative
Stop doing yourself disservices
And making foolish purchases
Focus on virtousness
Considering that nothing remains in a state of permanence
Do you know who Tyler Durden is?
Are you familiar with Copernicus?
Sometimes disasters could've been averted if
People came together instead of trying to worship myths
Anything against the church, king or queen got discouragement
A sudden current shift
During a storm, waves continued to turn and flip
Nearby a ship was about to swerve and tip
So many serpents
Others being impertinent
And then there's those that want to put you in the dirt quick
Yet another work shift
Involving vertebrates
At times, limbs in dire need of a tourniquet
Planes in mid flight, occasionally hit with turbulence
Violent crimes causing mass hysteria and disturbances
Ever occuring festivals and tournaments
Homes with or without trees and ornaments
The greedy take it all, while others get nothing
Even though they earned a bit
At least a third of it
Some of which is interpretative
All these true stories and even more myths
Shout out to a select few herbalists
And journalists
I haven't yet discovered what my purpose is
But, it's all good, I'm still looking with earnestness
Prosper
Appreciate what this globe has to offer
Goodbye, I'm now six feet under where the surface is
Now you know, if you haven't yet heard of it
By: Dalton Ogletree
Categories:
copernicus, dark, poetry, rap, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
Flat is my world
as the sun passes by
each day
inspite of all Copernicus
had to say.
Perception deceptions precede
the paranormal state
while souls traveling light years
in a parallel universe
gather in the air to stare.
My head snaps
looking into emptiness
while the hair on the back
of my neck ruffles
in response to those watching.
We are connected
as the atoms of our being
swirl through galaxies.
Atoms that appear in an OBE or NDE,
as UFO, ESP, PSI while
the CIA and the DOD hope to keep
all "discoveries" to themselves.
The cover-up of the coming
of the commonplace is
like a dog who has always known
when their owner is coming home.
We already know ... more will be revealed.
Categories:
copernicus, faith
Form:
Free verse
They are not natural enemies,
nor were they ever meant to be ....
True, for a time when Faith was strong,
Science was bound, cowed, driven down--
until Science began its growth spurt:
by leaps it enlarged, pulsing, tumescent,
fed by Galileo, Copernicus, Newton, Pasteur,
Madame Curie and sweet old Einstein...
then came Oppenheimer with his Big Bomb.
Now Faith is scorned by most scientists,
an unreasoning as they see it--
closing their minds as tightly shut
as did the padres of the Inquisition:
they worship Reason, whilst claiming
believers drown in imagination, fantasies--
a Big Guy God, a soaring soul?
Show me! Prove it! they shout out
like excitable children. 'Reason be all!',
they exclaim fervently--yet...
yet sweet Science grew on the strong back
of Imagination, and real Faith loves Reason
like a sister, for we are the seeing ones,
and we are also the blind ones--
every single one of us....
We may hear God's whispers but then
are often deaf to the pleas of angels.
And what we think we know is never,
never enough-- we are always left
wanting....So we can repair a torn
and damaged heart but cannot open
it to love's incessant pulling....
Categories:
copernicus, allusion, faith, inspiration, love,
Form:
Free verse
in Florence, Italy,
the Museo Galileo
houses the middle finger of
Galileo Galilei---
enclosed in a glass case &
sticking upright at the sky,
it not-so-subtly signifies
the wonder that came in
insisting that the sky did not
abide by the dogmatic assertions
made in the big fat work of fiction---
instead,
following in the footsteps of
Philolaus, Heraclides Ponticus,
Aristarchus of Samos, Hypatia,
Ptolemy & Copernicus,
Mr. Galilei defended the idea that
this little rock we all reside on,
revolved around the sun &
not the other way around, as the
cunning catholic church
wanted us all to believe---
and though he was found
by the Inquisition to be
“suspect of heresy,”
forced to recant all that
he had said &
afterward was forced into house arrest
for the remainder of his day
on the condition that he would
read the psalms specific to him being a
bad little boy,
he is regarded as “the father of
modern science, physics & astronomy” &
is revered by anyone who seeks truth
through rigorous experiment &
the accumulation of evidence.
Categories:
copernicus, life,
Form:
Free verse
maybe the ones who have left
us early by the malice of their own
hand knew what matters most:
procreation; the evolution of
planetary life amply illuminated, steeled
to survive in our natal fount or
with mastery of the universe poised
at the precipice of infinitude.
the greatest of these is escape
abandonment of the world one
has been born to
and from.
because:
carbon
avarice
religion
atheism
swarm behavior
there is no heaven
for:
practice makes perfect
preppers will kill you
one good turn deserves another
dust to dust
white sky
mystery
tribes
due to:
8 billion humans
5 billion years
smokey the bear
ember orange horizon
super volcano
chicxulub
since:
science
orbital decay
copernicus-gallilei-keppler-newton
rutherford-bohr-einstein
fermi-oppenheimer-hawking
"war is hell"
"mars needs women"
as:
reality trumps fantasy
euphoria is temporary
mortality is enough
i'm writing a poem that no one will read
i'm writing an ur-poem
poetry has never existed
because I'm writing a poem.
Categories:
copernicus, angst, death, earth, hyperbole,
Form:
Free verse
On last night's news I heard
of an engineer named K_____ who
invented the microchip and changed
our lives. How the chip now contains
a billion circuits which I still don't get
but what I do perceive is this engineer's
(a man modest in pride, fame and wealth)
achievement of Teilhard de Chardin's vision
of a world that is one organism and a single-
minded mankind.
Also mentioned
were Edison, the Wrights and Ford,
oddly not Einstein, Galileo, Copernicus, Newton,
Hamilton or Jefferson, Christ or Buddha,
or the unknown gatherers and traders
who invented agriculture, money.
8,000 generations and each individual
an experiment gone well or wrong, a chance
to respond with love or grief to the universe's effort
to extinguish us.
Family of weasels, young ones playful.
One reference says they're vicious murderers,
killing for sport. Absurd, I think, in the wild.
Another clarifies they eat ½ their body weight daily,
extremely active, high metabolism, hunt all their caloric needs
before eating. And, like the raccoon, ferocious defenders
of their young.
Categories:
copernicus, change, family, grief, love,
Form:
Verse
One day, watching a reddened evening sky
over the western horizon, it’s peculiar though,
a thought that is so preposterous suddenly came to my mind
and that was the earth is not revolving. Is it because the world was
too quiet? Or the world was too chaotic.
Once this absurd thought ran through my mind,
neither of those great names, Copernicus nor Galileo
bore weight on me and their heliocentric theory faded away
as well.
The papal absolution bestowed on Galileo after four century’s
long years of silence, to me, was not only the meaningless gesture of
such an arrogant God’s institution but was the subversion of God’s majestic power or it means that God was ousted from his throne and became subservient to his own creature, man.
After all, it can be said that then,
it was not because the earth revolved on its own axis, time flowed,
or the earth orbited the sun, seasons changed. But because I think
time flows, the time flows. I feel seasons change, the seasons change.
For my wildest notion came to this far I felt uneasy inside. I wanted to hear sound of passing clouds, I was keen on seeing winds pile up under my feet, in this utter stand-still-soundless world.
That is why I thought I should spin earth with all my strength,
though I was weak and flabby. I pushed earth leaning myself
against air, I pulled it, I tried to carry it on my back, but, alas, earth did not move.
I was, therefore, all run down, and that’s why I laid on the ground
staring at the sky and grumbled just like that cowardly Galileo muttered
while exiting from a sacred and inviolable court of the Inquisition after his recantation, “E pur si mouve”—[But it does not move!]
As I grumbled, I heard the sound of drifting clouds,
I saw flowing water resting on the corolla becoming clear dew,
I was stepping on the pile of fallen leaves blown by the passing winds. And even, before I was aware of them, I noticed that stars were twinkling in the darkening sky high above.
Categories:
copernicus, earth, metaphor, seasons, ,
Form:
Free verse
Madness is placed in the faith of the few,
And truth in the faith of the masses.
Keeping their pompous parochial view,
The pagan put off, the pastor surpasses.
Human proportions, put in our classes,
Planning the form of our own execution.
As children, belittled for wearing their glasses,
Thought must endure through the day's persecution.
Life must convert from this cold constitution,
The populace pressing their policies made.
All will be faced with their own retribution,
When fallacies fall, and fantasies fade.
Theories abandoned, abundance forbade
The wisest of people to pierce through the veil.
For many a woe the "Copernicus" paid,
Awaiting the proof of "Columbus's" sail.
People still search for the Lord's Holy Grail,
Yet cast a cursed eye at the alien sought.
Insanity heard in minority's wail,
Reality marked in majority's thought.
Categories:
copernicus, religion, socialfaith,
Form:
Rhyme
When their daughter asks them about the Renaissance,
they’ll tell her about Da Vinci’s ‘Last Supper’, Andreas Versailus and Nicholas Copernicus but I wish them to tell her how Galileo Galilei was imprisoned by the Priests for declaring facts against their theological principles and how Martin Luther led the Reformation.
I need them to tell her how Michelangelo wrote a sonnet about misery and the distasteful side of his work on the Sistine Chapel ceiling.
Will they tell her about the barbarous Crusades right before the Renaissance and the French wars of religion?
I want them to tell her how Mussolini came up with something as inhuman as Fascism and how Hitler killed Yahudis for being who they are and how it’s recognized as the most unfortunate event of the record.
I want them to explain how religion played an appearance in most of the disastrous wars in the history, but they won’t.
I want to her to learn about Humanism before any other ism but they won’t tell her about Secularism.
They’ll teach her religion and how supreme their religion is, but they won’t talk about Communalism because they’ll be too apologetic.
She’ll read about the Indus Valley, the Mughals, the Marathas and the British. She’ll ask them about the Partition of India in 1947 and they’ll address it to her as history but she’ll also ask them about the 2002 and 2020 communal riots in the country and they won’t reveal about it. They won’t discuss it to her as history because they’ve been a part of it, their families have been the reason.
I want them to tell her they were too busy getting tattoos and piercings done, figuring their lives and love of their lives out and that they were extremely busy plotting their Vegas trip and when she demands them about the Renaissance in India, I wish them to tell her how they’ve been performing their roles by spreading communal hatred through social media stories and electing Fascist leaders.
They’ll keep feeding their religion to her
so they can use her as a medium against secularism
and finally one day
when she chooses to not support them any longer,
She Will Become The Renaissance.
Categories:
copernicus, community, death, freedom, humanity,
Form:
Free verse
Reacting to every stimulus
Passing judgments with every thought
This is good, I'll say
And that, well isn't so hot
Now words are coming back to me
So deep they haven't budged
And cliche til my eyes glaze over
Judge not lest yet ye be judged
But perhaps I've been too hasty
Reacting against my brainwashing
And maybe the true meaning was lost
To a consciousness in infancy
And if Einstein is indeed correct
With the Theory of Relativity
Then a strong case has to be made
That things are not as they seem
Always we think we know
With a label, judgment sets
Not taking into consideration
The million variables not thought of yet
As Copernicus proposed the radical theory
That the Earth orbits the Sun
Just one of infinite awakenings
And this journey has just begun
I remember my blazing insecurities
When adhering to popular beliefs
And the emptiness of talking parrots
Living the definition of insanity
This happiness I am now living
In the face of such disharmony
I propose a new dimension may await
For those preparing to release all beliefs
Categories:
copernicus, imagination, philosophy, visionary
Form: