Best Galileo Poems
Galileo Galilei
Often went out of his way
To explain helio-philosophy
In return he was accused of heresy.
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Contest: Clerihew Poetry
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Posted 26th December 2020
Glimpse a new norm that tells the truth,
Attend to sight that knows the stars;
Lift the old form that veils the proof,
Ignite a light with grace on par;
Lame no more then the cause most right,
Explore the skies in curious view;
Observe just when planets fill sight,
Gain learned highs in awesome hues;
A precious find you come to know,
Learn to know more this universe;
Ideas fill mind where genius grows,
Light bares and pours in-sync yet terse;
Endure the pains where blind men lead,
Induct most plain what true stars plead.
Leon Enriquez
02 May 2015
Singapore
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.
There is in circulation a video clip on whatsapp messaging service...
About a sophisticated attempt to vouch for Galileo's take on things that fell......
The learned man, bless his departed soul, bravely postulated to widespread awe..
That barring air resistance, all objects suffer the same rate of fall...
In a vacuum, a heavy ball and a wispy feather, they take the same time to fell...
It defies the everyday reality we observe outside when things fall...
Only goes to remind us, namely you and me, we have seen it all...
We are ordinary humans, we have never wondered at all why things fall...
Until the day another fella, Newton was his name, reasoned out why the apple fell...
Sitting under a apple tree, he chose to query the reason why an apple upon his head it fell...
To this day children the world over suffer to master the spectrum of scientific knowledge. ...
That good old Galileo and Newton started the day the latter questioned why the apple fell....
Of course, if they had not been around, science as we know it would be rather tame...
And Neil Armstrong would probably be an obscure name, bereft of his moon walking fame...
Mayday, Mayday Kirk!
Transport to Galileo
Needs energizing
Running on impulse
All deflector shields are down
And venting plasma
Possible core breech
Romulan battle cruiser
De-cloaked and attacked
They've taken the ship
Corbomite Maneuver may
Be the last resort...
I Passed out on the couch while the Friends song is on.
She said first you must love yourself, before you can give yourself to someone else.
My singular identity withstanding tragedy.
With only one life to live, you have to work hard to attain oppertunities
I wonder whether people consider what it would be like
to become a human stonehedge??
Because that is the type of person, that could withstand just anything.
What I really want is to take a walk hand and hand with my faults
Have a moment with my confidence and Pride.
Tell them that I love them and always to come out whether the world is rain or shine.
I want to tickle my shy, and chastize the sound of my dreary sighs
I want to set my sails high, so Posidon will blow his heaving breath pushing my doubts and
self pity away
I feel like a young Galileo.
Staring at the sun, while all the others played jauntingly along
It's going to take so long......
I have a foot race with me and only the course of time
‘ Does East Meet West ? … ’ ( A Galileolian Moment)
( Metaphysical Poem # 6 )
Does East and West, At One Moment Meet
Somewhere, at a Rendezvous Discreet ?
… A Preponderance Perplexity …
For A Galileo Feat – Temerity
Does an East and a West Path
Go Arrow-Flown to Infinity ?
Does Unseen Length Returns
to Repeat Its Continuity ?
Function of This Question
Is to First, Ply with More Unction,
and Look at a ‘Line’ and its Definite Junction
Mine - Line Definition: A Straight-On-Precision
Distance: No Resistance, Between Two Focal Points
Whether Large or Small, The Line Overall, in Vision
has as Depiction, All Along its Line, You Will Find
from Start to Finish, Line is - Undiminished & Joint
Yea … Joint. And Therein Lies the Gist… The Point.
Look To A Sky Line. Look Very Closely as though for a Sign
Go Back and Forth to View … and Someplace in the Midst, You
Will See A Focal Kinetic-Sharer … Let Me Elucidate Further:
If You Walk, Back and Forth, and Back and Forth
It Does Not Matter if Path is Long or Short
Or Whether It Is, East West, South or North
Here is Where These Words, Has Its Worth
The Connection, is the Center
Now, Let Us Look In A Mirror
like an Image in Mirror … Facing West
For the Merest Moment, The Image Was a Guest
For The Merest Moment … East and West has Met
Yet, if Two Mirrors Face Each Other, What Is Shown
Did The Fractal Vision Meet and Then Go On and On ?
But Still In This Instance, I Bet … You Can See How It Gets
More Ease to Know and Yet … We Fail This Global Geometry-Test
We Pass East to West on the Street, Parallel Planes that do not Greet
Oh …Let Us Take Kindly Measure … And Get Back To Our Focal Center
We Can Go East To West, in A Radius- Come Full Circle where We Face Us
In an East to West Diameter … We Are Still In The Same Mortal Perimeter
So, Let Us Converge to Our East and West Midpoints and Merge
If You Are Almost on The Verge … May Galilean’s Moons Urge
A Surge and Fuse East to West … My Right Hand To Your Left
At Our Human Being Best … Facing Breath to Breath
And Heartbeats to Heartbeats, Completes …
Where East and West Halfway Meets
Yea … East and West Does Meet
As spring fades to summer, and summer to fall,
The world goes on turning, indifferent to all,
Not caring for emperors, peasants, or popes,
But forging fresh fortunes for scaling new slopes...
And so go our hopes.
Some stage a distraction, a senseless sideshow,
Insisting on missing its unflagging flow.
Some raise a resistance, a psychical dike,
Opposing by closing their minds all alike...
On motionless strike.
Bold bullhorns keep blustering feeble-brained views
With fists full of fury no proof can defuse,
Old wagons still wedged in the earth’s worn-out grooves,
Yet one thing is true, despite who disapproves...
It moves.
Metaphorical yet often rhetorical,
Thoughts prehistorical arranged in my cerebral by oracles,
Psychokinesis ability,
My articulate theories move mountains,
I counsel the councils,
Refurbished the vowels,
This may go over your head but I've said a mouthful,
Young Galileo,
I can decode the stars,
Rise among their reservoirs and continue through mars,
As a young black man,
They don't expect this intellect,
I'm between genius and brilliant,
How about I just let both intersect,
Perfect,
In retrospect but indirect like an architect,
Only twenty two years young but i'm the best in this dialect
There once was a man named Galileo.
To him, scientific knowledge we owe.
He was the brainy inventor
who said, "the earth ain't the center."
I guess that was his basic ideo.
There was a lady named Cleopatra.
She was sad, so I said, "what's the matta?"
"Caesar was stabbed by a brute."
Then, Mark Antony said "You're cute!"
And Cleopatra said, "right back at 'ya."
You may remember Jiminy Cricket.
His puppet said, "I sure like to lick it".
He warned Pinocchio,
"Wherever you may go,
be very careful where you may stick it".
Jiminy Cricket's first lesson for you
is he coulda lived to a hundred two,
but the sign said "don't walk",
so he stood there to gawk.
Now, that's him on the bottom of your shoe.
Christopher Columbus thought the world, round.
The King of Spain, thought his mind, not sound.
The Queen said that what he states
convincingly penetrates.
Chris now has ships to sail the world, around.
Man and feather from Pisa may fall same
Yet higher than Pisa's leaning fault, time
Defying gravity honors your name
And I disdainful of vital ooze, chime
The coming of the beast, the invention
Of your kind. I hail the focus of mind
That turned the heavens around the station
Of the sun, and made the West Bible blind
Straying from their own interpretation.
Indeed you proclaimed on sight, but Newton
What he could not see, followed your action
Inventing causes for effect, the sun
Cannot fall like feather or man, instead
Upheld, by the uninvented and dread.
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So once the heavens to criticism jarred
By the magnified reflection of light
The hand of God upon creation marred
Set you apart to make the gospel right
By twisting nature too, and both you claimed
Wrinkled by interpretation now quails
And you embellished, rise still bold, untamed
Reason replacing faith in the blind sails.
Yet something human brings me to your throne
And make me laud even errors explained,
And mind that God at Babel fain condoned.
What bright acolytes pant now in your train
To move not only sky, but God away
By man Enlightened who shall yet decay
There once was an astronomer Galileo,
Who was never particularly fond of mayo.
It reminded him too much of sunscreen,
Of which he was not particularly keen.
GALILEO
Galileo Galilei’s far-seeing ideas theoretical -
- Were condemned by the Pope as heretical
what love gather these
young stars above
in sacred harmony
the swift beat of the snare drum or
the warm heart of Galileo Galilee
...or What's science got to do with it?
Galileo looked through a lens one day
And, boy, was he astounded.
The Earth wasn't flat as he'd been told,
It was, in fact, quite rounded.
Pope Urban VIII then came along
And said, "No, that's absolutely wrong,
For, I, the Church, do not agree, and I'm the Wise One.
It's just as plain as plain can be why my pontifical decree's
The Earth is flat and ends right there at the horizon.
And for infallibility, you know, I am renownded."
So Galileo relented and recanted his boast
So he wouldn't be tortured or turned into toast.
A few centuries passed,
A new Pope said he guessed
That his theory might have been misjudged,
Since back then science was begrudged,
And the Church owed him a pardon,
Or a posthumous papal "perhaps", at the most.