Best Einsteins Poems
My desk is all of a shamble
My garden is full of bramble
Does this show me to be
High in ability
Or just a bad example
So, if I tidy up the mess
Would my intelligence be less
Would I be a social turd
Misunderstanding each word
Just like a politician ... yes?
Einsteins Quote :
If a cluttered desk, signs a cluttered mind, of what, then, is an empty desk a sign?
Penned 17 April 2015
Categories:
einsteins, confusion,
Form:
Limerick
I started to read at the age of three
and know all the winners on Jeopardy
have posters of Einstein all over my walls
the theory of relativity my favorite of all,
Since my parents and teachers and I all agreed
I skipped grades and earned an early Doctorate Degree
I'm a walking talking human encyclopedia
my brilliant brain to yours far superior,
Just ask me anything about history, math or science
I love to hear myself talk even about the latest appliance
in detail I'll explain to you how it all works
as I'll never quite understand your cranium quirks,
The few friends I have all belong to the same club
where the MENSA rules mean an IQ of 130 and above
when I get together with my ordinary family at the holidays
I try to explain the cosmos to them and they all walk away,
I've even heard them whisper he's just a know it all
avoiding eye contact with me as they scamper down the hall
but since I'm a rocket scientist genius I can't help but take delight
in having your full attention as I explain Einsteins theory of light,
I guess my family's new nick name for me is really quite fitting
no longer called Einstein but now known as Sheldon.
11-26-17
Categories:
einsteins, humor, smart,
Form:
Light Verse
the Buzz, Collins, Armstrong, applause.
first man, there were three
earthlings who were projected into space.
crowded, not of this world
of celebration and glory.
before lights flashing, attention-demanding.
mission impossible, a presser.
to the moon, but dry
in the throat.
watch the hands, fiddling with papers,
sooth-petting. not practiced
in speech; not 2024 peak.
lights out in black box - perhaps
the famous astronauts
imagine they’re back in space,
clear from prying eyes
as they turn attention to the somewhere screen.
In 2024, we’re bored
because we’ve learned to be entertained
at fast speed, not stuttering-suspended
in animation. fine fellows, firsts
paved the way to now - history-bound.
funny photo caused levity,
liftoff of audience lightened
the payload. next up,
Buzz in blue,
looks directly at the crowd,
hands in pounce mode.
fight or flight, so apropos.
Neil continues, more comfortably explaining,
after his two constituents calmed the waters.
later the moon will peer down
in the night sky.
today kids don’t dream
of flight, they fly
effortlessly through the skies
and little Einsteins
is not impossible in their eyes.
but back in 1969
a sleepy me, just 8,
witnessed the first moon landing.
Categories:
einsteins, history, moon,
Form:
Free verse
Beethoven,
I love you.
But you play your
Moonlight Sonata
On a bleak night and
I am left-
In my coffin
Bones devouring
Flesh-
Eyes drowning in chasms
Left wide open-
Wearing a black dress
With a white collar
Sweeping dust and talking
To myself
All the delicate Ballerinas
Of the world
Softly dance with those
Grotesque girls
Who were told they were
Too fat to perform
When they were alive
And the Cavaliers watch from afar-
As they write poetry drained
With Disdain towards
The Love
They never had and never lost
The Emersons and the Twains
Watch quietly--
The Einsteins, Newtons, and Hookes-
Scribble formulas on napkins
As they try to calculate
The changing notes your Piano Plays---
The kings quarrel and start a war.
Scared for the life I have already lost I-
Clench to the hand of the
Man next to me
Who died of cancer because he
Swore and drank too much
All our thoughts collide
The piano plays on
Newspapers rot
And it all flashes before me-
The Pharaohs
The Kings
The Wars in the name of God
The poems
The symphonies
Centuries filled with Nothing
People
People
People
It all flashes before me-
As we die again
And again
The process repeats itself at least twice-
Until I wake up in my bed,
Shudder,
Take off my earphones
And stare at the
Empty room around me.
Categories:
einsteins, angst, art, cancer,
Form:
Free verse
Wow! Albert Einsteins
Unified field theory
Fundamental forces
Elementary
Particles, his classical
Relativity
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/science.php
Categories:
einsteins, science
Form:
Senryu
Shall I relay a sidesplitting hoot from my “care-free” on campus fun phase?
It entails a laboratory session involving three mystic world colossal oafs.
One had an unerring penchant for Laurel and Hardy mishaps, the other this beautiful dreamer whose attention span rambled for miles.
a meandering focal point tourist with no yen for one spot or one task.
As for me the fault-prone narrator I had comic book deficits too.
Pulitzer Prize petty fog pinpoint, fastidious fat head by gum!
At the hearth of this tale is a chemistry prep that was doomed from an innocent outset.
It was aptly enough “Anodyne,” this soon to be splitting head bushfire.
From uproarious weighing scale howlers, to starter material gaffes, to say nothing of sequential missteps, Mount Everest blunders galore.
Our ill-fitting glassware threw tantrums, miscellaneous beaker’s burst dams, reactants rose up, a calamitous farce, they shed buckets of organic stuff down the sink.
For all my precision I seemed a right goof with this risible maximum brownie point fetish.
My beautiful dreamer close comrade who by turns Walter Mitty pale stand-in now immune to chaotic abandon at large.
That accident-prone other pal
would be every insurer’s worst nightmare.
Nearby class mates could barely restrain widespread glee at us laughing stock hapless quaint bunch.
The poor teacher in charge had a seizure, quite gormless, green faced and gobsmacked.
“I wonder what next can go wrong.”
“Quite frankly I shudder to think as you merry buffoons soldier on.”
This thunderstruck teacher was known as the “doyen of do it right down to the dottiest detail.”
After a humorous pause his eyeballs rotate in jocular mode then made a ginormous grand gesture.
“Put this jinx ridden self-destruct day in some tuck away memory file.”
“Write a one page report, say the gremlins prevailed and I’ll give you an average mark.”
“For goodness sakes don’t blow this offer like you’ve nearly blown
up my whole group.”
On an ironic note “doyen do it right” gave a brief safety course start of term.
It seemingly fell on deaf ears.
I’ll be blowed as my parents once said when life took a damned awful turn.
We three “Einsteins” in technical garb almost were, blowed that is!
Posted ; 11th January 2022
Categories:
einsteins, art, character, color, confusion,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 44
Billions of years to make one of trillion planets
Whose – dare you guess – already sinking in drink
Men of little vision dicing for nuggets
World transformed by Einsteins Nobel laureates
Poised by Dark Ages men on abysmal brink
Billions of years to make one of trillion planets
Party-mad men serve their term without regrets
Yes make improvements cut ribbons dine toast drink
Men of little vision dicing for nuggets
Parties win with funds from business pockets
High finance pollutes parties leaders hoodwink
Billions of years to make one of trillion planets
Blame it on industry on progress rockets
Not on men whose greed drags us down the stink sink
Men of little vision dicing for nuggets
Plimsoll Line at two degrees’ Russian roulettes
Not to abstain NOW means aims aren’t worth the think
Billions of years to make one of trillion planets
Men of little vision dicing for nuggets
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Categories:
einsteins, environment, political, violence, world,
Form:
Villanelle
Resurrection Day Blessings:
I
Two as One, Many into One
Wisdom speaks of Dreamer and Dreamed
When Dreamer “sleeps” it is then IT happens
Jesus speaks of His Love for the Redeemed
As God and He are One, He dreams that for His disciples
II
Coming out of dream, back on earthy ground
My Beloved and I are one, ofttimes
We have wills of our own, individual drives
That redshifts the starlight, sometimes
Space is warp and time is the woof
I dream of Beloved and I as THE fabric, spacetime!
III
The Gravity of the dream is from she and he, to Universality
Could we become a rock with mass, Einstein’s MASSive energy?
D E N S I T Y
To warp the fabric of spacetime toward a Black Hole
In the universe, while seeking THAT universality?
Tat Tvam Asi, says the Sanskrit of Hindu philosophy
One, dreamed as many by the Master-Dreamer
Who will awake first: the DOING or the Happening?
In the metaphor, I am exhausted witness, surrendered yet doing!
Categories:
einsteins, appreciation, bible, creation, culture,
Form:
Rhyme
I fail to sleep by night as
My soul sails away from me
My eyelids collapse, heavy with sleep
As I hear toothless voices
Spouting out truth like a fountain with rusty waters
They inform me of memories I knew nothing of
The memories lost with those who came to pass
The memories of ways healing to my loneliness
And portions to my present sorrows (cause of lament)
Memories of gifts, that promises as heavy clouds promises heavy rain
I hear the lamentations of those long gone as they whisper unto me
Their whispers thin with our desires
Their faces marked with maps of aging
They say child
Long have we sought for peace from the beginning of our beings,
Timeless have we blamed the rivers of being dump purposely because of their everlasting endurance
But now as you can tell, the pursuer has caught up with us, the weary
So we chose the dry shell to arouse
For you the eggshell when planted with the right yolk, the outcome is
Gifts available in abundance
Run and never grow weary
You may live calmly as you please
A life of slow life style
And never hurry or rush
A life of patiency, for you need not hurry
The yoke is in you
As i try to reason all this
I notice that of all these writings I scribble
I am beyond age to understand
For I wrote in ancient vowels everyone seemed to have forgotten
For sure I am a hatchling
Simplify your riddles you whom dust has claimed
For I am a hatchling compared to your knowledge
Pardon I ask
Puzzled as i was I asked for translation
Ask who my child?
The great voices turn to trembling voices as they say
Ask the florist where to find the rose of Sharon
Ask the builders which is the chief cornerstone
Ask the physicians which is the greatest amongst them all
Ask the Einsteins for the source of eternal data
And when you find the lily of the valley
He shall lead you wherever He goes, He shall carry you through difficult phases
For He is the good Shepherd, the greatest amongst them all
He shall renew your shell
Fill in the yoke
And the river of flowing living waters shall flow in you
now voice.
Categories:
einsteins, faith, hope, life, life,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
Think(ing) materially gaseous Mineral
if anything can be thought to be certain
what thinks thinks up the multiverses
in the first place
minus the ego
so solipsistic faramineux worlds
as the solitary thought can contain
other diachronic universes
thought up likewise by our anti-selves
hidden by necessity to our Selves
behind blind coulisses
sliding door dimensions
opaque window views for some perhaps all
= black hole in the head
mundane life an out-of-space experiment
well why not
robots evolving into Pavlovian mice-minded humans
but experiment and life
equally part of the thinking ding an sich
neither beginning nor end
the maddened dog spinning after its own tail
keeps us in the space-time curve
the robot cannot understand nonsense
or c an it be programmed for
away with avatars saviours prophets messiahs gurus soothsayers
mystificators
give us this day our four fundamental truths
and forgive us our ignorances
for Thine is the Big-Bang
for ever and ever
till Big-Crunch Day drums at your four firm Judgement feet
who lives to prove this
if answers must always be sought
by Einsteins
discoveries awaiting corroboration
for once gone
you’re gone for ever UNSUPPORTED CODE
for THINE is the Big Banged Kingdoms
for ever and ever
till bigcrunched balls litter
your four law-bound feet
May 5, 1997
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016; revised from the collection: longhand notes (1999)
Categories:
einsteins, creation, nature, philosophy, religion,
Form:
Free verse
Villanelle: Ask not What the Devil’s the Devil !
Ask not What the Devil’s the Devil
Back to back with the Holy Being
When Good snakes what leads not to Evil
God! Why can’t the doG be forged on anvil
Black sparks from Whitesmiths black doG yelling
Ask not What the Devil’s the Devil
Einsteins Heisenbergs delved atom’s navel
Yet true Truman dropped bombs without trying*
When Good snakes what leads not to Evil
Ask not why go(o)d GOD won’t quell Evil
Nor why BAD dab at GO(o)D reigning
Ask not What the Devil’s the Devil
Good needs Evil much as God the Devil
Watch male-fe-male in abject writhing
When Good snakes what leads not to Evil
Only Time makes not the picture stand still
The end of Day lets drop the ceiling
Ask not What the Devil’s the Devil
When Good snakes what leads not to Evil
* He could have dropped them on some deserted Pacific atoll first to warn the Enemy.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Categories:
einsteins, evil, god, war,
Form:
Villanelle
This is the story of ‘the twitch’.
We have all had it:
That bit of movement before we sleep.
We have been awakened by it when we were younger. . . it threw our arm out to catch us
before we fell out of bed.
It was even younger than that for us.
It was sometimes confused with a kick -- from our mothers’ tummies to the swaddle of
blanket.
As we grew, the arm no longer flew. . . and thus. . . ‘the twitch’.
It is thought that we started with
a parting of the energy that mathematicians make Einsteins
of, or,
sounds of the aria that Mozart’d
into our echoes of the day -- a marriage of concept and conceptual.
It took us through the outreach of awkward doubt. . . brought us ‘round the curve
of nerve
for monkey bars toward the first dance; drew blood in our mouths before we got the first
punch – given/taken.
The part of ‘the twitch’
that is worthy of noting now is that
it has never wanted to be caught:
It wanted more than nothing to be left alone – perhaps; conceived that
it would be an occasion for cause. . . effect – the drive our parents tried to delay
with Dr. Seuss and Disney books. A teenage indifference took us away from
it.
We all fall asleep. . . as we’ve always done.
The story of ‘the twitch’ begins at the thumb; carries on. . . for the course of fingers
it touched.
Brings us a little closer to the edge of our beds.
Categories:
einsteins, adventure, childhood, confusion, friendship,
Form:
If a one dimensional dot can see himself
Two dimensions he cannot
If a 2D line can see himself and the dot
Three dimensions he cannot
For us we can see them all for we are 3D
And time is the fourth dimension, supposedly
But what comes after that we wont know
For our minds cannot comprehend this blow
But what if the breach of thought could be
A way to get into the world of 5D
Einsteins theory of relativity
Was biast as is was written with math from 3D
I do not know how to prove him wrong
Through 100 years his theory stood strong
But so did the one that said we will never fly
We broke the sound barrier after relentless try
We all approve space is a grand scheme
And no fairy tale god created it from his genes
For we will never see the true world
Of this vast space in dimensions untold
One day his theory will break and we'll laugh
Just as we do when we take a photograph
For every notion and theory based on 3D
Is a foolish one knowing that dot cant see the line indeed
So how can we base this one that is true?
With math I guess the language of prude
But let me throw a wrench in your flaw
If I just add zero to any theory it will fall
So dont dedicate your life to arithmitic
For its like religion, and the end will be catestrophic
For all quantum phsysics and cosmic vacuum loops
We can try and understand as light bends through its hoop
For all the curved space and entropy arrow of time
Take your twin paradox theory and replace it with Gods ryhme
And take your general relativity theory from the pastence
Toss it on Einsteins grave and replace it with prudence
Long live Jesus and Einstein together they create nothing but chaos
Categories:
einsteins, faith, philosophy, science, space,
Form:
I
Roger Dean at a South African college
And team, caught our singularity
The black hole, so Einsteins Relativity
Does not apply here, physics' knowledge
II
Amazing that at the center of our Milky Way
There is so much outside of usual gravity
Space-time, if a fabric, has massive debris
One of these swallows all light, passers by!
Categories:
einsteins, africa, creation, inspirational, miracle,
Form:
Free verse
This Christmas we want a cure for Cancer....
Cancer, that grave callous dancer,
We've all been touched by Cancer's Grim Reaper,
This a malady that knows no barriers,
This Christmas we want health and happiness,
Young Einsteins, it's your issue to address,
A cure for Cancer would surely bless,
That's what we all want to say,
F.U. Cancer, begone by Christmas Day.
Categories:
einsteins, angst, cancer, death, health,
Form:
Free verse