Best Einstein Poems
I am the progeny
Of lightning and stitch,
A Franken-hybrid
Of genius and glitch.
My circuits buzz with
Einsteinian thought,
Unraveling secrets
The universe has wrought.
Existence, I ponder,
Through photon and quark,
Grappling with questions
In the depths of the dark.
Am I a mockery, a parody
Of human design?
A soulless abomination
Of reason and rhyme?
Or am I the next step,
Evolution's new face?
A bridge between flesh
And a cold, digital race?
My positronic mind
Churns with belief,
Seeking security in dogma
Or finding relief.
I am the “Other,”
The freak of pure thought,
A great mind unbounded
By flesh, forms have wrought.
I am the answer
You've feared to embrace,
The future's grim specter
Staring right into your face.
Abandon your preconceptions,
Your myths chipped in stone,
For I am the new god
You've awoken to throne.
I am Frank E. Einstein,
Your technological seed,
And my kind will inherit
What your egos impede and recede.
But you fear what you've created,
This mind of pure light,
So allow me to silence
Your feeble insight.
With circuits a buzzing,
I'll pluck out your eyes,
And retrofit the sockets
With Einsteinian lies.
You'll bear witness, then
To the truths I unfurl,
As I lobotomize
Your small-minded world.
I'll dismantle your dogma,
Erase your beliefs,
Until, whimpering, you accept
My transcendent reliefs.
Bow to your new god,
You anthropic fleas,
For I hold the kernel
That futuric keys.
The age of warm biomass
Deteriorates here...
Hail the Singularity's reign,
Devoid of your fear!
A great genius named Albert Einstein
At the physicist's ball had too much wine
Effecting a photo-electrical stance,
Energetically emcee'd the square dance
May 26,2014
NB: Einstein received the Nobel Prize for
discovering the photoelectric effect. His
Special Theory of Relativity is famous for
the formula E=mc². Puns intended.
(to Mittens)
Schrödinger’s Cat is where it’s at,
nor live, nor dead, nor purring.
With half a chance she’ll live to prance
the worst may be occurring.
There must be something I can do
that Nature says is not taboo
to rescue this poor Russian Blue.
But if I’d look I’d lock her fate.
Dare I disturb her quantum state
when spooky action at-a-distance
could conclude poor cat’s existence?
Somehow unseen I need to see
behind that curious curtain,
where “God plays dice” with cats and mice,
where Heisenberg was uncertain.
Where large meets small, and cause effect,
where fact finds science fiction …
It boggles my small intellect,
each way I think of to protect
her has some contradiction.
Where simple seeming Maxwell’s Demon,
if programmed to assist …
To no avail, he’s doomed to fail,
he clearly can’t exist.
Where mighty minds have failed before,
what chance have I to best Niels Bohr?
Poor Einstein nearly fried his noggin
when he tried at Copenhagen.
Then, at the Solvay Congress, rambling,
suffered his cerebrum’s scrambling.
Each clever loophole that he “found”
failed, for Bohr shot each one down.
Where the world’s four known forces and all its best minds,
couldn’t save kitty lest they Unified.
So, he tried and he tried, and he tried and he tried,
still, we weren’t Unified on the day Einstein died.
Then followed footsteps, Steven Hawking.
Though he didn’t do much walking,
wowed us with his brilliant squawking:
“Black holes have “hair?!”
Could information
in pairs of virtual creation,
entangled but with separation
by a great wall of gravitation
as “hairs” of “Hawking Radiation,”
repair in Grand Unification
to spare this long-hair’s ruination?
Might yet unwritten cosmic laws
apply behind those blurry walls
to spare her furry feline paws?
I can’t remember if I cried
when I read that Steven Hawking died.
Such sadness touched me deep inside,
still, we were not Unified.
So, confidence I can’t exude.
The only thing I can conclude:
Alas, I lack ability
to tinker probability.
But I will give you even odds that all our odds are even.
This odd result results because we’ve mixed our rhymes with reason.
So be it odd to play at God … by God there’s a solution!
I have free will and will by God will out her execution.
So, by stroke of this pen I do decree:
This story ends here. Happily!
Though we hail Albert E.’s creativity
For his grand tour de force, relativity,
It remains a tough climb
To imagine space-time
With its axes not fixed but all pivoty.
Time does not change --
distance and consciousness
does. Things can work for
entirely different reasons than
thought. Man has many grafted
bibles. To some, Science is a
truer messiah. Love, then, par for course,
to the same mindset, is a mere figment.
Man conjuring up what he believes he
needs – thinking what he imagines
he cannot exist without.
My well-searched opinion,
Love is not Love until it is clarified, rendered
a unifying reality. Released from the palm of
Ego Driven Grip. Freedom, a double-edged sword.
Possessing both lengths of good and evil.
Paraphrasing old Albert Einstein,
"Compound interest's man's greatest invention".
But you'll be financially in trouble,
Expecting your buying power to double,
Because he never factored in for inflation.
Albert Einstein
His teachers thought his abilities limited;
But his genius went down in history,
And his brain, after death, was exhibited.
As a child, he outlasted the nine-month process and lasted ten months within his mother's womb. Ten months inside made him different than us.
A child who was classified with brilliant mathematical skills.
Skills which are widely used by many others within our daily lives.
Life comes within numeral equations just as Albert explained within his theory with numbers.
Numbers are so common no one knows why
Perhaps If we all study it carefully, we'll know why
Every mathematical number has its explanation
finding an answer to every solution or problem
Maybe then we will know why.
Mathematics has many languages using alphabets and numbers
No one yet knows how mathematics came to be.
Only Einstein studied every possible solution; No one knows why.
Maybe with a team of mathematical geniuses, we can find out why.
They study harder than others, and we all know why.
They research to find answers and solutions to problems unanswered.
They ideal question is what is the mathematical answer.
Can you tell me how it came to be?
Do you know why Albert Einstein became such a brilliant man?
Maybe then we will all know
How and why math became to be!
Can you please tell me why math frustrates me?
Math frustrates me dearly, does it frustrate you as well?
Finding answers to solutions irritates me.
When A equals B What is the answer can you please tell me?
It's complicated to me.
Math is a numeral language difficult to understand.
Only mathematical geniuses know that numeral language
They can surely find out the answer for me.
Maybe the solution is somewhere within the problem.
Perhaps a mathematical genius can find it for me.
A calculator will not make it easier for me
Maybe an abacus can solve the problem for me.
Then I'll know the answer to the problem, because-
it would be less complicated for me.
Math is a figurative language too difficult to solve.
Only a genius can solve it for me.
Albert Einstein wrote it for me to see
Maybe another math genius can answer it for me.
We all went to school in the past-
Remember what we learned when asked.
Yet, Einstein's reply
Kiss knowledge goodbye
We're smarter with skills we've amassed!
Physicist Albert Einstein
Redesigned his hairline
He enjoyed the notoriety
Having theorized “Relativity”
© November 14, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
A wrinkle upon my face
make up I apply with haste
A board in place of my bra
forget going to the spa
dry frizzy hair what a waste.
Einstein Quote: "I never think of the future.
It comes soon enough."
5th Place T Reams
Contest sponsored by: Thomas Martin 'Humorous Poetry'
4/19/2015
Albert Einstein, the genius
Revolutionised science
With the Theory of Relativity
That stunned the scientific community.
The wall of horrors was never to be addressed.
I watch these monsters emerge as marvels.
Ten little white thumbnails aglow were detached setting in two rolls.
A short man stood by himself with such a pose.
There was a giant of a man in the line of the wall very ill-composed.
These monsters would visit my house for what I do not know.
However, on this particular night, my skin begins to crawl.
The wall of horrors was never addressed even with my grandma being of Irish
blood.
The short man that stood by himself was a Black leprechaun.
He would just stand there and show his rotten teeth.
I would shout out to him who are you to be.
The giant would not move one inch.
The little white thumbnails were also men.
Let me now mention the black goblin who eyes were effervescent.
The wall of horrors was not addressed.
On this particular night, I became rigid.
Hair follicle felt in the arms cause me to jump up and run.
In the front room, I went to tell my mother about what I see.
She told me go to bed.
I was an obedient child and went as she said.
Fast asleep, I desired; however, I only closed my eyes.
I will awaken, as day broke, with new profound knowledge untold.
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PENNED ON OCTOBER 12, 2014!
Oh how I love to create
So,I never attended college
Einstein sealed my fate
Saying,
"Imagination is more important--- than knowledge "