Best Geniuses Poems
SPELLING TEST (there are over 30 words contained within this poem that are often
misspelt by the common man)
We all do on occasion temporarily misspell.
Amateur or connoisseur of language,who can tell?
Conscientiously piece together,peculiar bits of rhyme.
Manoeuvre letters gorgeously for others to refine.
Discipline and experience,all apparent to you and me.
Pronunciation not enough to spell linguistically.
Skilful realignment of the letters needs addressed.
Paralytic implications quintessentially expressed.
A ricochet of rhythm,sabotaged in a queue of verse.
Cacophony of tone with their spellings unrehearsed.
Is your spelling kamikaze,a haemorrhaging of ink.
A karaoke nightmare,communication on the brink.
So literary geniuses,i am all apologetic.
If my utterance is rabbled and my spelling is pathetic.
You see,many words i utilize in this poem i create.
Have been misspelt for centuries,the most common is
separate
Geniuses are after wisdom
Clever people are after knowledge
Fools aren't after anything
for
they know everything
thus spend their time criticizing
everything and everyone!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
02 August 2020
I remember the days
before technology
before computers
before cell phones
before smart tvs
In particular
I remember one summer day
when I heard on the radio
that the microwave oven
had been invented !
I really thought this was it ~
they had finally invented
every possible thing
but then…
they put a man on the moon
and it was only the beginning !
How our world has since
spun out of our grasp
illusions of grandeur
never nearly big enough
exploration beyond our universe
trying to connect with aliens
when we can't get along
within our human race
Priorities askew ~
Who cares about
this endless technology
What if our geniuses focused on ~
feeding the starving nations
sending all children to school
caring for mistreated animals
fixing the environment that’s
damaged beyond repair ~
They could try solving greed
and cruelty
and selfishness
for starters
The countertop microwave oven affordable for residential use was introduced in the late 1970s.
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on September 18, 2020 for contest A HISTORIC EVENT sponsored by WILLIAM KEKAULA - RANKED 3RD
and on October 2, 2018 for ALL 'DIM ONES AND ZEROS - A PROGRAMMING CONTEST sponsored by BRAHN BAILEY
We marvel
At the genius of madness
Gush over its select few
Brilliant stars that shine a bit brighter
Through eyes that see the unseen.
Their talent unbridled and raw
Craftsman of unparalleled weaving
They fill our minds and hearts
With laughter, wonder and awe.
We applaud them—we adore them
Their gifts set our souls afire.
They, our privileged artisans
Their serenity often ruffled, and disturbed.
We witness their surging creativity
But is there a cost to shine so bright?
Is there a debt bought for such privilege?
Or is madness the price we assert.
To us it seems the noise grows louder and louder
Until their peace is drowned out.
Perhaps the work of “tortured geniuses”
Awakens spurts of madness that create a space to be filled.
Are they attempting to tame their ferocious mind
By falling into an addict’s bubble?
Committing destruction against their souls
Loneliness is their constant companion.
Helpless, we watch them, predicting their demise
Watch them spiral into decline
Spinning through addiction and struggle
Until they succumb to a grave end.
Too soon,
we say,
They’ve gone much too soon
Our mantra for these lost souls.
Inspiration sighs
For yet another white dwarf star
Still we honor their creativity, their work
Long after they have gone.
Newton and Leibniz,
both creative geniuses,
birth the Calculus!
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.
I received my report card today
and "damn" was all I could say.
Where am I going with all these grades?
A child like me, what have my mother made?
How can I ever look anyone in the eye
when all I had to do is get my grades high?
And how will I cope when I already failed?
I was the head, now tip of the tail.
Maybe I was distracted and couldn't think
but all these months are gone in a blink.
I want to change...but it's too late
because this report already determined my fate.
Now I am lost, I couldn't try more
because nothing is interesting, everything's a bore.
I had dishonored my family and let down my life,
and to no man could I be his wife.
For who would want a disgrace as their dear?
and neither do I want to be their burden nor fear...
What can I do without a qualified mark?
The only place I belong to is the dark.
I tried so hard and got nowhere.
Should've realized life was never fair.
Those who did least, often got the best
and those who tried best always got detest.
It's a trend, an agonizing rule
that turned these geniuses to idiotic fools,
that broke their heart as the clock ticks,
that made healthy minds corrupting and sick.
The time has come to make up my mind
to face reality or hide some place only Death can find.
Maybe this temporary regret would remain
and make me suffer from inevitable pain.
Impress me...
Along the path planet Earth once spun
Exists an empty orbit around the sun
I’ll give you nothing, but stardust
To recreate a haven, to pass this test
Surprise me...
I’ll give you nothing, but primordial soup
A desert, a rain forest, to evolve an ape
Out from thin air, capture a lightning bolt
To power all your future needs on this planet
Learn the secrets of the universe...
Everything known is powered by solar energy, a clean fuel
All the molecules that don't understand this are fossils
Your cocoon is launched, your womb safe from harm
The mother ship preserves your life like a sacred farm
Brightest your tomorrows...
I’ll give you only 23 chromosomes to evolve 100’000 genes
An infinite number of mutations to birth all manner of geniuses
Build me metropolitan cities from caves and burrows
Give me a substance, to launch dreams out of this furrow
Day in and day out, white coated lab rats try chopping me into smaller and smaller pieces as if I was no more significant than a carrot or an onion. Enough, already.
But there’s more. Those irrational humans throw piles of money at
Elongated underground tunnels for the sole purpose
Of smashing me into nano-somethings.
I could think of better ways to spend a Sunday.
When those “geniuses” get bored with trying to split me,
They attach little circular imposters together with pins.
Why they revel in their intelligence by playing
With clown noses is beyond me.
To be born an atom is exhausting,
But I’ll outlast every one of
Those meddling humans.
You’ll see!
In snooker there is but one rule
To play your best at the crucible
Professionals play under extreme pressure
For the crowds joy and immense pleasure
Fifteen reds set up on the table
Potting away at different angles
Six different colours to add to the score
A 147 break and the crowd just roars
The talent so hot, competition is fierce
These geniuses play without any fears
The crowds are gathering to take their seats
To watch the rocket increase his lead
Ronnie stoops down to take his shot
Suddenly a noise in the crowd, oh' he’s shocked
Michaela raises her voice, calm down please
To late the distraction unsettles his ease
In an effort to continue he chalks his cue
Playing for green, his minds on blue
He strikes the white and hits the green
But it rattles in pocket, he's caused a scene
He knows he’s missed even before the shot
His concentration gone, another frame lost
Due to start a another frame now
Selby to break, the crowd crying out
Commentary throughout has been superb
The skill of these players we've observed
An absolute brilliant entertaining game
especially that last twist in the final frame
(Oh' Wait a minute, I think we've been snookered!)
Copyright © 12th February 2014
K.C.Leake
All Rights Reserved
FAT BITCHES DIVINE
What is so exciting about life is that we only live once, and that once is a lifetime.
Therefore, we must fulfill and enjoy our time here–on earth.
Dance for the hell of it…
Never condoning a flicker of insanity.
Let your hair down and wipe all of the frowns to a clown face.
Wouldn’t you rather become a ventriloquist instead?
Shout to the stars and tell them who you are.
Once is only a lifetime to enjoy.
Living the hell out of life.
Taking what is ours and not looking back.
Singing our hearts bound because we are here to inspire.
Warning ourselves that we must not deny life.
Eating what we want.
Watching our weight, of course.
Body is our focus.
We want meat on our bones.
We have only once in a lifetime to explore.
We are the Fat Bitches.
Body delicious and pleasing the women.
Brained as geniuses as life itself with meaningfulness.
Masterminds of sexuality and high preference to the quality of our togetherness.
We mate well.
Therefore, we love who we are with.
Heaven bound now.
Profound mavens standing their ground.
We can do that and never back down.
We love our women unsound.
This give us power in the world as connoisseurs.
Laugh if you wanna, but we are the ones that will not be destroyed.
Fat Bitches will move-on and all these skinny men and skinny women life will be bygone.
This is when skinny better Slim Jim as brothers and Virginia Slim as sisters.
Otherwise, divinity belongs to the Fat Bitches.
Star crossed champions of mirth
Wild hair and wild eyes, both
To the world they say with arms raised to the sky,
"What a pity, for we dearly love to laugh!"
Arm in arm, singing their favorite show tunes
But in the voices of Donald Duck and Calamity Jane
Gallivanting through the city, doing the Charleston in the street
These two have no interest or talent for growing up
And made the world lighter because of it
Willy Wonka in his purple jacket,
Holding the door for her with his cane,
Him with those dreamy eyes
Pale eyes that swim in her perpetual smile
A smile, a voice and a soul that lit up everything for miles
She sits, glowing in the window,
Like a princess in the white room, wearing her little barrette
But she isn't well at all
And so she left this world, Roseannadanna did, one morning
And the twinkle in his eye twinkled off into space
With her dimples, impromptu cartwheels and spinning skirts
Four years wasn't enough to fill up the laughing box
The glass elevator is lonely looking down on the world
Wait, wait, wait, BAM!
Would she want him sinking there in his spats?
A wop, bam, boo! No, choose instead to keep that wicked grin
Dance down the aisle of the plane, show that funny funny face
Embrace each Saturday Night gone by
To Gene and Gilda, geniuses of love and light hearts
Pop the cork on the champagne and roller skate through this life!
~For Heather Ober's Famous Couples/Duos Poetry
Contest
Women Inventors/Creators Of History
In Honor of the following great women inventors and creators:
(*Vera Rubin, Cecilia Payne, Chien Shiung Wu, Nette Stevens, Ida Tacke, Esther Lederberg, Lise Meitner, Henrietta Leavitt, Joyce Bell Burnell, and Rosalind Franklin)
Lost in oblivion, tossed into the abyss
Sisters of creation missed their mark
Stripped from the pages of history
Removed, dismissed, buried in the underground, in decay, lost identities
These ten, not even remembered as a myth
Gone without a kiss of recognition
The wave of time waves good-bye to these fine women
Denied their recognition and place in time by men
Oppressed and overlooked
Vast and noble discoveries
Contributions to the human condition
Created by their genius minds
Now covered by the abyss of ignorance
Cheated, removed from the book of time
Their names should be memorized by children
But they reside in the trash bin of history
A catastrophe on a monumental scale
Advancements claimed by others
Who deserves this mistreatment?.... Not men…
Smart women in this world remain unclaimed
Lost like luggage on the brutal side of life’s airplane
Crashed with no survivors
And how disturbing to be deprived of such monumental findings
Their works turned over to incompetence in vile form
Discoveries in the sciences and nature simply blind sided
Where is their truth? Where is their justice?
Men, culture, ego and shear ignorance, persists, prevails
And who permits such atrocities as this but us
We wage war against these geniuses
In our silence is our shame
Removed from the pages from history are their names and fame
Blame humanity as we forget these ladies
Denied the truth and beauty of their contributions
Their names are not remembered
We can honor them here and now
By not hiding them on shelves
Teach the children. Educate them and ourselves
There is nothing like discovery
There is nothing quite like the truth
The Salt of the Earth
Who is the Salt of the Earth?
Is it Pakistani musicians making music with pyramids and suffering?
Is it Pakistani musicians finding suffering in heart problems and untimely
hospital stays?
Is it Jordanian warriors tied to their culture, but yearning for the love of the world?
Is it soft hearted geniuses doubting their own efficacy but yet affirming my soul?
Who is the Salt of the Earth?
Is it Divinity Students weighted down by the complexities of a God who would
forsake the downtrodden?
Or good hearted economists calling them commies?
Is it bow tie wearing conservatives who feed my mind yet bring a wry smile?
Is it Lesbian ethics professors who wage war on injustice?
Who is the Salt of the Earth?
Is it Jewish prophets of industry who volunteer to fight on the front lines and
receive stress and conflict in return?
Is it Jewish prophets of industry who write with courage and integrity to
publishers who shun the very idea of the Divine?
Is it cross wearing angels of administration who work behind close doors of
schedules and student suffering?
Who is the Salt of the Earth?
Is it Buddhist clinicians who start health care programs and help the unfeeling to
feel?
Is it loving pastors who pray with sincerity and conviction?
Is it a woman on the street teaching the rest of us to be grateful?
Or is it some wonderful euphony?
Or is it some wonderful euphony of people in conflict, yet all serving the same
goal?
Or is it some wonderful sound, as a sweet incense that though we refuse to
understand each other or consider the others vantage, together because our
hearts are good,
Together because our hearts are good.
Together because our hearts are good, we become a sound.
We become the sound of rushing water, and preserve the earth as one.
*no outsiders allowed inside
a lone rule breaking in
a no rule zone
nowhere to go in an open sea,
lost with somewhere to go
a sleepless dream
or was it a dreamless sleep?
getting confused with the steadiness
of finally feeling a constant heartbeat
slowing down in the fast lane...
unpredictable in the land of inevitability
the silence of the heart
thunders
in the mind
niggling...refusing to accept
what it all means, what it implies
denial or is it blindness?
putting up a **deep facade
but really
just floating--
feet on the clouds
with head in the ground
solid stone crumbles to dust
as ice melts the fire
of resistance--now sputtering,
sparkling shyly
as diamonds would
upside down
right side up
downside up
up side left
head tucked in
with neck sticking out
heart in throat, swallowing it
getting thirsty in the rain
fools made out of geniuses
or is it
geniuses made out of fools?
love~
so many are lost in it,
puzzling the mystified
and the rational
yet many understand it
when things fall into place
but
once a missing piece does fit,
it only finds other mysteries
stumbling on answers
in organized chaos
no wonder
people go crazy over it
Jan. 25, 2010
ok writing this sort of confused me lol
* found this posted on door somewhere here
** snatched this from Chris Aechtner (sorry Chris you're
like a mushroom here, so used it without permission, hope that's ok ^_~)
haha wrote this before a parent's meeting so have to rush out of here--
heehee trying to squeeze in an entry in Kristen's Oxymoronica contest :)
will try to catch up on comments soon, promise :) thanks!!
ok Wilma sticking with this title, thanks Missy :)