Best Scienceworld Poems
A passer-by once told me that I’d “better heed and behold thee”
“For I transcend the spirits and I’ll show it all to you!”
When he said “Your spirits are gliding and they’re here be your guiding
Light, just close your eyes and drift into their realm” I scoffed: “F--k you.”
So I asked him for his evidence he then scorned my lack of reverence
“How dare you doubt my edict boy. You live in cold, cold realm!”
Stunned was I at Reason’s demise when starring into deluded eyes
How afraid its enemies seemed when they’re no longer at the helm
So it dawned on me The Passer, knew that logic was his disaster
“It is cold and lacks the mysticism, you just need to believe!”
So I faced this poor old mystic and I spoke in ways holistic
That he’d realise he was just another poor old man deceived
Does your world taste more sweet with angels circling your feet?
Does it seem a little bolder when you ride on giants’ shoulders?
Is it a cold, cold world when you are nowhere near the centre?
Don’t you realise your reliance on the logic of “cold science”
How the reality of its reason gives you medicine and knowledge
And the phone you’re always using “Oh the science is confusing”
Well when is the last time you saw spirits taught in college?
Is the rainbow so much duller when you learn why it has colour?
Does it seem much less poetic when it lacks the pot of gold?
And the planets all evolving, oh how wonderfully revolving
Without logic they’d still be mystic lights of ancient stories told
What else does this universe need to make it magic to your creed?
For it’s a crime to nature’s magic to glitter butterflies in bronze
If your eyes were opened wider to the reasonable provider
Known as science, you’d be free from those crooks and cons
Our lives still keep their beauty when we recognise our duty
That we take responsibility for actions which we take
No more gods to be our crutch, no more spirits and ghouls and such
It’s time to move in to enlightenment, reality, you’re awake
Does your world still taste more sweet with angels circling your feet?
Does it seem a little bolder when you ride on giants’ shoulders?
Is it a cold, cold world when you are nowhere near the centre?
A world within a world
Beneath the deep blue sea,
Diverse ecosystems.
God organized a mystery.
An ocean of stored water,
Recycles through the air.
Worlds apart, together,
Thriving without a care.
Rain to drop upon the earth,
As man and fish survive.
Evaporates, falls fresh again.
All glad to be alive.
Amid the food chain life goes on.
Automatically –
The natural world where life did spawn,
Continues genetically.
Eons passed, extinctions came.
Mankind thrived, explored.
Face to face, though not the same.
Two predators watch…in accord.
© May 25, 2011
It is the 2012 world scare.
I wonder how they dare,
They look at the Mayan calender of years past,
They say the world may end at last.
Do they not reason
Has it become a thing of this season .
The Mayan's were all killed off,
Is that not reason enough.
For you see the calenders were done in slabs,
Inserted in the form of tabs.
They were done in blocks of time,
If they survived all would be fine.
Then comes along another scare,
Again how do they dare,
Tell me the sun spots will hit the earth .
Please now I am full of mirth.
Roll of the dice, a trillion to one,
Please tell me if I am well done.
I sit and shake my head,
Foolish ideas I am going to bed.
You sit in a world of stasis,
Following the minute traces,
Seeing intangible, unknowable signs,
In infinite cosmic designs,
Leads to a dangerous and devilish crisis,
Where you get stuck in hidden places.
You miss the highs and the lows,
The morning as the cock crows.
The world will pass you by,
As insignificant alive or if you die.
No-one misses someone they've never known,
So you reap the seed you've sown.
I was told that those who do not learn history are doomed to repeat it. If so, then our
history classes must be rather thin. -
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Cycles, endless cycles and nothing new,
I hold this true; - every year holds an idea but nothing new.
Old ideas are dusted off, sprinkled with a flare;
perhaps reinvented and improved, but nothing new.
The Cycle of new ideas has ended; - this is true.
Inventors old, in their graves are shrugging;
trying for the times, to give a new idea to these
wasted minds; -nothing new, and this is true.
The newest movies, were from last century;
new actors, new roles but nothing new;
...-and this is true.
New products re-released and polished, always re-stocked but never unmade. Nothing truly
new is being made.
Things we've never knew, new concepts, new ideas; things that make the mind explode, the
infinite possibilities; ...-No longer so.
What happened to new ideas, to the future they foretold? Was the vision simply stifled or
was it
simply something more?
Brilliant Ideas from the past, lie ignored.
Untouched for centuries in museums gathering dust? Where's the must? Wheres the brilliant
mind to re-shape those?
Did they come when the path to new ideas was already closed? To stop the better
alternatives from being known?
The utter audacity, the vulgar disrespect.
That we should need to expect a flow of mundane boring filth before our eyes.
Non Ideas in a world without them.
A world without ideas, a world without a clue, how important ideas truly are; to whom? To
me and you, to whoever; we all need a glimpse of hope.
To a world that could be better, could be cleaner;
could be our own.
The world is black if you see it from earth
The world is white if you stand upon it
This world is the power
of the creatures of night
and it's king has the power
to lessen it's might...
This is the entry to the history of Lore:
the planet that give earth it's night.
and the birthplace of NightHeart.