Best Geiger Poems
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Lest we forget the Bad decisions …
(Myxo the rabbit steal the Bagmans Bunny), first use of a deadly weapon
( Cane toads 4 cane beetles,)( 12 atom bombs exploded …what!!!)
Does anyone remember back in 1955 …
why we were blessed with atom bombs….
we are lucky to be left alive …
The Liberals said its fine…
No need to bloody worry mate….
12 atom bombs that’s all…
The Poms might us incinerate…(British)
And leave some mushrooms tall…
And we of the convict strain …
10 Thousand died that’s all…(bones kept 12 thousand suspicious deaths….)
Brisbane town a falling radioactive rain …
Geiger counter saw it fall……….tech guy couldn’t zero the counter it got worse near window,
rain in Brisbane…..1955/56
So I said to a Pom you dropped the bomb….
No, a tower they’d had a seat…
Strontium 90 in the milk for some….
Off the grass the cows did eat…….free milk for the school kiddies back then:(…
So the order of the garter …
Was given to some mug …
For atom bombs the barter….
And they surely burnt our rug.. :(
The master is there for the master….
To keep the worker down …..
To contract for the cheapest slave…
Like the business side of town …….
The CSIRO man Marston? In the fifties found enlarged thyroids in sheep he checked all over
Australia Found evidence of the radioactive poisoning of Australia …He tried to warn the
Australian public but only got his comments In some farmers magazine due to political
interference by the master …..
This is what happened and there is a documentry available in the Aussie ABC shop.
Categories:
geiger, adventure
Form:
Rhyme
courtesy of management in general
and particularly Jackie Geiger
assistant property agent.
One benefit living social
at Highland Manor Apartments
until decrepit and bent...
constitutes qualifying for reimbursement
direct deposited into checking
as chump change event,
hence one generic grateful gent
feels self satisfied as Clark Kent.
After broken wing and prayer
granted courtesy The Flying Tigers
at long last located valuable information
issued December of each year
surprisingly enough exactly where
social security (2021) 1099 form
remained untouched, I swear,
yet earlier yesterday April 5th, 2022
at 1500 hours though very near,
and finally located necessary documentation
(think rental rebate) here
with unexpected discovery
birthed following poem aware
many if not all avid readers
will not care, nor give rat's a$$
regarding humdrum minor dilemma
involving one bonafide
*****sapiens merely
bruising himself – common Joe
garden variety generic biomass,
nonetheless, he fetes, lauds, tauts...
rental rebate tantamount
approximating financial reimbursement
without being unduly crass.
Thus reasonable rhyme
yours truly doth aire
without stut... stut...
stuttering, yet no guarantee
wordsworth their weight
in gold will ring clear
more likely receive
frosty reception everywhere
across world wide web,
perhaps with unwelcome glare,
yet profuse apology
if man with wit - me,
(i.e. Whitman) didst unwittingly interfere
with unwanted distraction
courtesy bobbing square
pants donned sponge
soaking up precious time (yours)
foolish longfellow rushing in where
one capricorn long since wed
not nsync, but alone,
cuz angels fear to tread
"quod erat demonstrandum"
forgotten Latin accessed
at least once year
when yours truly crafts poetry
more familiarly recognized as Q.E.D.
(shares close pronunciation
with ska quid word)
ditch costs extra nay saying
horse sense according to Ned,
whoop sorry, I meant mister Ed.
Categories:
geiger, appreciation, april, blessing, celebration,
Form:
Rhyme
Schrodinger’s Cat Isn’t Both Dead and Alive
By Elton Camp
Physics claimed a particle exists in all states until you see it
Dr. Erwin Schrodinger, from such an inane error, did free it
In a box is radioactive sample, Geiger Counter, poison, cat
If the Geiger Counter sees radioactive decay, what about that?
It will then break the poison bottle and the cat thus dies
But without such decay, the cat won’t meet its demise
Those in error said decay had and had not taken place
So the cat is both dead and alive until you see its face
Common sense tells us this cannot be true
No matter how much speculating you do
The cat is either dead or preserved
Well before it has been observed
The Copenhagen view had a serious flaw
And that’s what Schrodinger wisely saw
The other physicists thus were bested
When by this thought experiment tested
(Note: This will be incomprehensible to anyone not already familiar with the subject. A basic knowledge of physics is needed to understand it.)
Categories:
geiger, science,
Form:
Rhyme
The Sodom and Gomorrah, vault,
the legends so long past,
Lots wife looked back, got turned to salt,
Atomic was it asked?
The Indus valley, vitrified ,
it even melted clay,
a rod of iron, Atlantean kind,
birds all turned white they say,
green of sand in Pakistan,
from the atomic blasts before,
nuclear winter, radioactive rain,
skeletons no gore,
Geiger counter lays the blame,
and Death he oversaw,
twenty thousand years ago,
and maybe bloody more,
pea brain man's end game!
The ancient boulder map is round
with map it's shown theron ,
shows Atlantis nearby found,
from south America, underground,
20,000 year or so old,
with artifacts so bold,
the ancient race did make,
don't listen, don't be told.
Don Johnson
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Constance La France, Robert Taylor and Faith Hope Charity Chapman like this.
Don Johnson see Atlantis to the right of America, and the Valixi aircraft routes in straight lines...only 20,000 years or so old...
.http://www.human-resonance.org/mana.html THE MAP IS IN THIS WEBSTE
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Categories:
geiger, adventure,
Form:
Rhyme
My name is Fritz, Shrödinger’s Cat,
I sometimes wonder where I’m at.
Within a small world I exist;
My master, he’s a physicist
Who talks of protons, neutrons too,
Held in place with magic glue.
He’s weird and in his element
Performing this experiment.
Trapped in a box and full of strife,
I feel I’ve only half a life.
My fate decided by old Geiger,
I wish I’d been a Bengal tiger !
My feline life hangs by a thread;
In two minds if alive or dead,
I muse “To be or not to be,
That, is the real uncertainty”.
His scientific articles
On sub-atomic particles,
Ionising radiation
And his famous Wave Equation
Earned Erwin cherished Nobel Prize.
I stare at him with knowing eyes –
He’s overlooked I have nine lives –
Against the odds, the CAT survives !
Categories:
geiger, animal, cat, funny, humorous,
Form:
Verse
My uncle went to West Point Military Academy,
Was the second US citizen to be a licensed pilot,
So I thought my knowledge would help everybody,
So I became an Eagle, an American RAF pilot.
We all signed up September 1940, keenly poised,
But did not attend school at Glendale until December,
In California where we flew in formation, noised,
And did some night flying and acrobatics, I remember.
Then we went to England, a very big adventure,
You were pretty pleased with yourself, I thought,
I felt obliged to do my part in this conjecture,
And I just hoped I could do it, ‘cos I was bought.
We didn’t feel that we were serving England only,
Just everybody, it was for everybody, my piloting,
But I got much guts and courage from old Blighty,
‘Cos the British people were resilient in suffering.
They would work all day and quench fires at night,
And sleep in the London subways, not embarrassed,
And brought me breakfast if I landed with a plight,
Away from home, they’d send me back harnessed.
The first mission was pretty scary, but you’d get it,
And then you’d be proud doing what you knew,
But in the summer of 1941 we lost 9 pilots, were hit,
And I went back for another, gave the Nazi’s a cue.
I was hit, over water which I hated, was scared of,
But I tried and tried to open my canopy, couldn’t,
Until at the last when the plane was near the shove,
My friend Gussie pointed to the corner, was prudent.
So my glass covering opened and I escaped glad,
Parachuted down down into the sea to be picked up,
By a German boat, they sent me away as a man mad,
To a concentration camp, for over three years, yup.
Categories:
geiger, appreciation, character, courage, death,
Form:
Quatrain
Breach alarm klaxon blaring
There’s nothing to see ...
just pretend like you didn’t hear
that warning sound
Don’t be alarmed:
Take a couple of these Valium chill pills
to help calm your nerves down
Do you like the soothing, Geiger music in the background,
can I get you anything synthetic
to make your erratic heartbeat soften it’s amplified pound?
You’re in a Purge secure panic room;
chaos-protected from any anarchy seepage,
radioactive harm
Tho’ civilization as we know it
has burnt down —
There’s nothing to see ...
so don’t be unduly alarmed
A fearful leader hit the wrong button,
that’s all ... sparking
a uranium enriched squabble
Some say a societal reset is a good thing,
how a dem dim bulb
made the accidental right call
Lobster lab coats say
there was simply too many ape crabs clamoring —
everybody wanting a big banana chunk of it all
Some forward leaping tech frog,
who wasn’t thinking pond small,
took a backwards Stone Age prehistoric swing
Now we few special survivors
can turn out the lights for a lil’ wink while,
and rest regal like Egyptian kings and queens
Take a nuclear winter nap in pyramid style
So don’t be
claustrophobically
alarmed —
a-keep your fear volume dial tone decibel low
Unauthorized high-pitched voices
will get cast out into the chimera yellow snow
Categories:
geiger, allusion, imagery, truth, wisdom,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Doctors (particularly biomedical engineers)...
really trolley train hard to keep track of patients
Eye tell ya we (spuds)
pulled up stakes after four yar
and zero scores ago living in Bryn Mawr
salutary heart and lungs figurative
storied Main Line Health medical network
latter part of June tooth thousand seventeen
approximately July first
same year bidding au revoir
bid good riddance account
to slumlord - hood did spat and spar
moved to Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
unsafe to ride bicycle without handlebar
economical, geographical, practical...
subjected by Grosse and Quade tyrannical czar
dom low income facilities housing
nattering nabobs of nihilism whose intellect subpar
candidates vetted by Jaclyn Geiger registrar
courtesy nepotism unexceptional manager
thanks be to her papa, she drives fancy car
unlike this pauper and the missus
limited to schlep near and not far
afforded by rattletrap motorcar,
no driving prohibitive number of miles,
crossing sketchy territory warning signs
picturing dangerous avatar,
(especially during inclement whee thar)
determining risk to forego
top manic kin Michelin
money grubbing cannibalistic
surgeon's earning equivalent silver star,
or comparable civilian rating touting specialists
while bonafide topnotch indivisible tailors swifty
stitch ink, viz tattoo back parlor shop whar
exemplary Patients Matter Always
buzzfeeding, inoculating, kickstarting...
healthy medical network,
hobnob, kibitz, schmooze...
drown lackluster lovelife at the bar
parting paramour with such sweet sorrows par
for the course during pouring rain how bizarre
necessitated our lucky find locating physicians
supreme nsync with Google high reviews
receiving, scoring, nabbing,
incorporating... truevalue re: vector and scalar,
we veteran trooper seasoned renters
luckily blessed chance
cost us pennies on the dinar
general bang for buck amazingly
found yours truly strumming his air guitar
pleasantly situated among picturesque poplar
resort within Skippack Village, a tourist
mecca for devout or
secular gourmandizing, earning
catering and acquiescing savoir
ole mighty faire Benjamin
legally tendering expensive bazaar.
Categories:
geiger, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
A cosmic gulf of enormity besets thee,
as intellectual relevancy re-entry
splash down in a vast sea of ignorance
The empirical wherewithal to muse observe,
with keen, hydrogen-based acuity,
is nary an airy given oxygen insurance
Doth not the face of the southern sky
tans thy northern confidence?
Giving a crescent grimaced, eclipse grin perchance
Concealed thoughts art so hard to glean
in the constellation of troublous times
Orbital doubts waver on the lunar surface parlance
Pioneer tech eyes trail blaze sunset westward,
leaving an easterly wake of dawning Luddite uncertainty
Meteoric progress ever on a pagan retrograde dance
Neanderthals rule with nebulous, idol impunity —
cave men-tality motions on an elliptical path of descent
Lovers of cascading idiocy tales, comet tarry in an illiterate trance
Count the stars ...
notice the varying magnitudes of wisdom
Blind faith getting led by a Sirius cane
Gravitational scars ...
trust falling in arrears create a void schism
Enlightenment on a neural pulse wane
Celestial numbers shine unfathomable,
Mendeleev Geiger counters never stop clicking
Differing degrees of sage brightness at a Cassiopeia glance
Art thou Arcturus views aurora noble,
doth thy vow to seek knowledge require asking?
Galactic dark matter will arise from a stony heart romance
Categories:
geiger, symbolism, truth, visionary, wisdom,
Form:
Tristich
Chronicler of History
History goes back as you might guess
Through vast tracks of time out there to be cataloged and measured
And a couple minutes more, before the universe was born
It discovered Hobo Jack at home within one millisecond
Put him to work to make a list of dark matter, plants and planets
(Planets are the smaller ones)
And all solid things that mattered and had form
Hobo Jack was given birth and raised on Earth
His first love was lamps and gold
Accounting became a knack in natural fashion
With a history of his own
And as a matter of fact he was good at keeping books
Lists of animals he encountered were quickly jotted down
From dinosaurs to platypus
Geiger counters became a fad
So ancient coins, doubloons
Spanish treasures made his day
Hobo Jack and his long white beard
Led their way through history
Among archival masters Jack was the best
He chronicled everything in life then passed away
Categories:
geiger, adventure, age, celebrity, character,
Form:
Didactic
Inside me is a box, my personal paradox
Inside this box there is me, my poison of loss and the decay of time
When time ran out, my loss became too great, I died
Yet I do not want to look, frightened even terrified
But this is merely theory? Surely not a truth
When really my box contains only uncertainty, not knowing what will be
Would I live or die, could I do both? I already did the later
So perhaps it is true, I am both states
Or has my box a new name? Pandora may fit
And so I lock it tightly, I will never open it, to bring more hurt to my world
I have pain enough
2015
Schrödinger's cat (a brief explanation)
Imagine that a cat, poison, a geiger counter, radioactive material, and a hammer were inside of a sealed container. The amount of radioactive material was minuscule enough that it only had a 50/50 shot of being detected over the course of an hour. If the geiger counter detected radiation, the hammer would smash the poison, killing the cat. Until someone opened the container and observed the system, it was impossible to predict the cat’s outcome. Thus, until the system collapsed into one configuration, the cat would exist in some superposition zombie state of being both alive and dead.
Many people incorrectly assume Schrödinger supported the premise behind the thought experiment, he really didn’t. His entire point was that it was impossible.
A small joke
Schrödinger's cat walks into a bar
And doesn’t
Categories:
geiger, angst, bereavement, hurt, loneliness,
Form:
Free verse
stories that hurt
heal the soul
if your heart can listen
to a sky full of scribbles
stretched o'er a
sketchy road
you know I
never wanted a cancer story
but now I
know it's easier
to fight the kiss of death
than what eats my soul
for the withered spirit
of stunted dreams
who feels no pain
letting life trickle away
there is no cure
only
perched upon the precipice
of eternal night
the instinct for survival
staid death's yearning
from my
stony heart
not caring
somehow
made me care
made me care---ful
full of care
for you
for ours
it was
the almighty
grinding clanking
industrial whirring
particle accelerator
isolating protons
that cured me
but it felt like a
reckoning
day after day
after
ninety of them
and the crystal revelations
have not ceased
since the last Geiger counter beeps
comforted my soul
now
more than ever
my love
(and you ARE my love)
I need to give you the sun
and stop craving the darkness
yes
I made lots of windows
and plenty of room for your light
and never intended
it blind me so
but I pray fervently now
to the voice in my head
please put back the universe
for I am a fool
to believe
these derelict dreams
are my soul
and we live (and die)
together
with all that we touch
with ALL
that we touch
no
my love
(and you ARE my love)
you are my dream
and we only LIVE
together
to stop needing the ray of you
that shatters my darkness
is
to drown in a hopeless sea of binary code
.....slowly sliding off the refrigerator door
to put a keyboard to my head
and commit
poetry
for you my love
for you
Categories:
geiger, cancer, care, dark, light,
Form:
Free verse
Gather ‘round the global table —
All ye kings of the earth,
and ye queens of the dirt
The self-anointed,
the ballot appointed
So much kilt kill filth is on your skirts!
Fate chosen leaders hellbent
to take their loyal legion of followers
on the final dark descent
As the nuclear fires of rage ascend
from the bottomless pit
of unrighteous warmongering
So be the firmament decree:
Let the last conflagration begin
Assemble together ‘round the tilted spin —
All ye lying kings of the crimson earth,
with your lyoness queens of the red dirt
The peace usurpers,
the armistice pretenders
How much bloodshed is of profitable worth?
Abyss power surges through your collective soul,
as the covetous spindle madly turns out of control
Dark reign clouds veil the brimstone sky
Ember vestiges of humanity’s lost virtues
are left blowing in the wind ...
never to be candlelight found again
Only exodus death seen mushrooming,
the last conflagration is fiery furnace starting
Pyre heaps tragically rising
from the fervent vows of heated confrontation
Heart wrenching cries is the drenching fallout
Every good hope dies
in the nuclear ashes scattered about
There won’t be enough Geiger counters
to measure the rad level of grief: A cratering shout
heard in that mourn awakening
Of this, there’s no doubt:
Nagasaki memories
are amnesia tucked in
Hiroshima dreams
Who will truly remnant cry
for the lullaby masses
on that final underground migration?
As the awful burnings above
end all the clashes
Tear reckoning be strange love
Weeps heard in the last conflagration
Categories:
geiger, truth, visionary, war, wisdom,
Form:
Narrative
fairy wings
can you find fairy wings
in the aftermath ash,
settled like glistening bits
of Tiffany’s glass?
or unicorns in defoliated forests
weeping golden tears
upon the last blades of grass?
will a geiger counter, still count
the heart beats of giants
fallen to earth?
the pied piper play
to his starving mice
when all of the fields are brittle
burned to a crunch
oh! what glory will we see
when we eat the mushroom
Alice…
Categories:
geiger, allegory,
Form:
Free verse
I am seven.
It’s a sunny, autumn day in 1948.
The sky is blue, the air is crisp
And Old Man Ironton’s leaf piles await us.
Manuel, his handyman, has carefully raked them into
Inviting, leafy mountains
In his mansion’s spacious front yard.
They look like termite mounds on the African plains.
I go next door to get Guy Geiger
And together we run to Old Man Ironton’s front yard.
We like to play spider and fly.
Guy is older and he’s always the spider.
The leafy piles are his web.
He closes his eyes and I bury myself under one of the piles.
The leaves make rustling sounds as I mound them on top of me.
They smell like Halloween.
Guy has three tries to find which pile I’m hiding under.
I hear him attack the first,
Yelling and throwing the leaves into the air.
I stifle a giggle.
Then he attacks the second with the same results.
I begin to laugh out loud.
Have I just given myself away?
But I’m sure he knows where I’ve been all along.
And then he jumps on me and we roll around on the ground
Laughing and throwing the leaves into the air.
Old Man Ironton parts his curtains
And watches us through his front window.
He knows Manuel will fix the damage tomorrow.
I’m sure he knows we know he’s watching us.
He smiles. We smile.
Life is good.
Categories:
geiger, life,
Form:
Free verse