Best Genius Poems
Our poetry genius has come back in view.
He is lost in the haze and still has no clue.
With one shot of bourbon and three fingers gin.
He is back on the blogs to give us his spin.
He comes out of the gate with thoughts of his own.
As he puts them in words his cover gets blown.
A shot of vermouth might help him stay true.
Only he sees his halo with its golden hue.
Now he insults, what he cannot comprehend.
Instead of giving support, he chooses to offend.
I see nothing wrong with speaking your mind.
Just be careful with those words that are easy to find.
Words are for all, so feel free to choose.
Write how you want, there is nothing to lose.
There will always be haters that lurk on this site.
They are jealous and petty, and here every night.
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!
The little girl
set free the red balloon
it flew over a certain death
free from the pain
of auction
the little girl
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Nikola Tesla came to America in the 1880's to work with Thomas Edison,
a lot of his brilliant ideas getting patented by others who had a bank run,
today being the anniversary of his dying poor in a hotel in New York City,
a pioneer of a/c transmission and wireless technology he will always be a genius in history.
1-7-17
Addendum: Tesla was born in Croatia on 7-10-1856 and died in NY city on 1-7-1943.
Inventions:
A/C power transmission
Death ray machine
Fluorescent lights
Induction motor
Radio
Polyphase a/c system
Rotating magnetic field principle
Telephone repeater
Tesla coil transformer
Wireless communication
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.
* Written for Elly's "At Least Three Proverbs and One Quote Contest" (Modified Haiku with rhyme)
Aristotle quote: “There was never a genius without a tincture of madness.”
American Proverbs
Edgar Allen Poe: “I remained too much inside my head; I ended up losing my mind.”
Robin Williams: “You’re only given a little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it”
Marilyn Monroe: “Imperfection is beauty; madness is genius.”
can genius be found
if you fail to look around
head buried in ground
to stay in my mind
others may think I am blind
label me maligned
welcome is madness
if you believe it’s genius
and make others guess
shall I cling to it
this madness, every last bit
to genius commit
imperfection reigns
for people who play mind games
desiring acclaims
I must not lose this
ties to poetic genius
deep in mind’s abyss
*Written October 4, 2014
The two words are “genius” and “madness”
First two verses are a play on Poe’s proverbs
Third verse is inspired by the Aristotle quote
Fourth verse is a play on Robin Williams’ proverb
Fifth verse is inspired by the Marilyn Monroe proverb
Sixth and final verse is inspired by the Poe proverb
Thin line of perception between genius and mania
Monsters in misunderstood minds
More fearsome than Transylvania's elite
Rebellious Van Gogh’s indignation
Self portrait of passion wedded with lunacy
Artist’s perplexing break from reality
Edgar Allen Poe's addicted brain
Dark-natured creator of horror, suspense
Played mind games unprepared to lose
Suicidal tendencies' unfortunate genes
From grandfather Ernest to Margaux Hemingway
Key West writer plagued by instability
Jim Morrison rode on a storm to death
Drowned by drugs, setting sanity afire
Icon loved two times more when he left
Revered, young president’s enigmatic mistress
Irony in her last film “The Misfits”
Marilyn remembered most as a temptress
Creativity's oft' inevitable fee
Extraordinary spirits pass untimely through heaven's gate
Covet such genius? Think twice
Athletes of intellect ponder difficult questions
Cortex’s quiver to cerebral suggestions
A genius theorises with a deepening frown
Well, how come my toast always lands face down?
Quantum conundrums confoundingly dreary
Cynical scientists dismiss a new theory
A mastermind clutches his head in distress
Well, if a crab has no shell, is it naked or homeless?
Wisdom, the child of mental ability
Science, the offspring of cranial agility
Empirical evidence so hard to collate
Well, why does sour cream have an expiry date?
Catty is my genius cat
Who stopped chasing naughty rat
She prefers reading good books
Down at her favorite nooks.
She always wears eye glasses
To read more stories, not less
Sitting calmly in her poise
In a place far from noise.
Sometimes she crosses her legs
Don’t disturb her, I do beg
If you want to read with her
Stay and slump at one corner.
While reading, she drinks coffee
But she prefers hot green tea
So conscious of her diet
I’ll just smile and keep quiet.
Catty imitates grandma
Her ways are felines’ saga
Doing great jobs not to impress
But for wisdom and success.
Quite a statement to make
but Einstein was prone to them
he always makes one think deep
so you need your mind kept open
everyone thinks a genius isn't them
something greatly marvelous surely
not the ordinary things of life
but the simple things makes one securely
Take the simple illustration of a fish
if that fish could actually climb a tree
now the thought of it I know is nonsense
so why waste time for its sheer ability
Now the fish would live its life
thinking how stupid can I really be
many a bear and monkey does this
but not me for I need water you see
So old Albert has made a point
when you think through his quote
everyone has its own place to live
these fish love to swim under your boat
Quote:
(" Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.")
- Albert Einstein (1879- 1955)
Some get things right the first time.
Most of us do not.
Mistake. Mistake.
A rubber cake.
Okay, it is not edible, but if we roll it into balls, can we bounce it?
Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.
What did you do wrong? My mother asks me.
If I knew that, I would be able to make a fortune.
Nine bouncy balls out of a cake mix.
Imagine how smart that is.
Mistakes can be wonderful!
My friends and I follow my cake down the sidewalk,
Not eating it.
But enjoying
it
with
a
real
fondness
Sheer genius her nudity
It scared the neighbors
Frightened them into their houses
Allowing her to enjoy uninterrupted meditation
Sheer adoration, her garden
Faeries free to show themselves,
Knowing she was the exact right human
At the exact right time
Sheer creativity, her bold strokes,
Her mixed paints, and her wildness in adding
Glitters, and sawdust, and other oddities to her canvases
Sheer wisewoman, revered by her children,
Adored by her grandchildren,
Left alone unless she crooked her finger,
Indicating she wanted company
Sheer genius, her spiritual relationship with
The woodland creatures, and the dragonflies who revered her.
Sheer genius her self-love,
Which allowed her to show herself, on her own terms.
like a dying flame
looking down
from
a
fired coloured
sky
a visionary
in his earthly
life
mysterious
in every detail
tempetuous
and yet
subjective
a lonely genius
mused
by fierce
inspirations
tearing
imaginations asunder
visions
of paradise
in near
abstracted clouds
of colour
delicate
detailed
often sombre
the spirit
of a willing mind
writing
designing
engraving
printing
copper plates
on a rolling press
&
a poet
so sublime
none-the-less
genius and crazy fit together like a puzzle
perfect and tight, cuddling up in a perfect fit.
if you do not have a bit of them both, you
will never know what poetry, art or music is.
imagination thrown in makes the perfect fire.
the comics, the dreamers, the dancers, the schemers know it.
you do too if you are truly living your life.
To God I am thankful for many gifts;
But none more than a creative mind,
And the hands which are the finest tool,
With abilities to create that I easily can find.
As a child I first learned to cherish
My God-given opposable thumb,
Knowing how versatile a device
It is for whacking a fortuitous homerun.
And stubby fingers were early to meet,
And with artistic freedom employ,
All the many vividly colored crayons
To make graphic forms and scenes to enjoy.
And off running into the world of nature,
My hands kept quite busy in work and play.
Without them I found that I couldn’t climb
Nor protect myself in the occasional fray.
My hands loved to tighten and repair my bike,
Seeming to be a mechanic of special training,
Taught by a higher intelligence unknown
For handling every task without complaining.
With maturity the hand becomes more adept,
A magical marvel for all creation to behold.
And in God’s world of many forms to grasp,
It becomes an unique gift worth more than gold.
Then you find there’s nothing your hands can’t do,
‘Cause God has made them in His special way,
With the same loving care you make toys for a child,
Who might find nothing any better for hours of play.
We need to show God that we feel very blessed,
That He was the architect of this precious treasure;
So that we may join with Him in majestic fashion,
Giving the world with fervent impact endless pleasure.