Best Hawking Poems

A  is for Anton van Leeuwenhoek- in his simple  microscope made him well-known,
B is for Benjamin Franklin who invented  the electricity ...

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Toxic Cake
       by Odin Roark

How drippingly fine
The words that coat
Such layered density 
Icing thick enough
To entice the fool
Along with...

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(to Mittens)

Schrödinger’s Cat is where it’s at,
nor live, nor dead, nor purring.
With half a chance she’ll live to prance
the worst may be occurring.

But if I’d...

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(ALLITERATION)
Cows milked: mitigated mooing in the meadows then
Weaving on the warp, some workaholic women

Harvest of hapless halibuts on hooks
Bookish book-worms buried in books

A palomino and...

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‘ In general, quantum mechanics does not predict a single definite result for an observation. Instead, it predicts a number of  different possible outcomes...

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I thought poetry is
-name of Mesopotamia which was the first civilization to emerge in human history
-ancient cave peoples surviving life struggle 

I thought poetry is
-an...

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Perched high upon the escarpment
of sandstone rubble, the boy sat,
shaded from the rising of the sun
in the shadow of Kings.
Sharp eyed he preyed 
upon the...

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A quantum bit of tongue in cheek
The physics of an ad to pique 

A trusted name to seal the deals
Stephen Hawking hawking wheels




18.02.05

Kim Rodrigues'
Poetry In...

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Ever flying, never ceasing, ever soaring, speed increasing,
Two sharp scythes by your side,
Leaving land behind

Journeying over land and sea,
Flying high, flying free,
Super speed, velocity,
Hawking prey...

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And from the tree of knowledge, a serpent slid into view 
He’d seen it all before, our future he already knew 
Moses on some mountain,...

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~ Papa ~


Dawn broke uneasy o'er damp, dreary lane
Fish markets open, the merchant a-bustle
Hawking his fresh catch to eke out a gain
Daily routine, one of...

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Sunday cockcrow nascent
aural essays reveal
laissez-faire raptures.
Enigmatic silken piece compost ushered in by
trenchant trademark tremulous signature.
Doe-eyed instrumentalist’s strident brass ensemble,
wakey wakey for the pier gazing loiterer...

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Dad hit me only once, an upper cut to the solar plexus. It nearly lifted me off my feet. I was 17 then and already...

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Quite simply, I miss you.
I miss your....
                everything.

I miss your...

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