Best Scientist Poems
Professor Abdul Kalam the luminous brilliant star
I pay homage to you from here in Dar
Great brill scientist in the field of Aerospace
A noble man with an intellectual mien and grace
Aeronautics and more were his speciality wow!
He's referred to as India's best known nucleur Scientist.
An inventive mind has passed away now
Lets celebrate and commemorate a great catalyst
He did India proud and did a lot for her
All Indians who know him will concur
Elected as her great President as well
Sad now to bid him adieus and farewell
Yay, the Indian soil has now a brilliant hero in her bosom indeed
I adoringly salute this great man of my race and my creed.
When a scientist dies it is a great loss for us all
May God raise more like him after his inevitable fall
But he can now repose in heaven's lap
On earth though he has left a mighty gap.
God I believe, loves those who utilise His gift of brains
Meditation releases us from earthly fetters and chains
Science and learning works your mind ; the brain needs exercise too
So I thank God for scientists , for scientific minds
That help to illuminate and enlighten this world, for me and you.
DECLARATIONS OF A SOCIAL SCIENTIST
Indeed, I am that Poet and know it.
Just in transition to a more enriched poetry form.
I want to talk about life, politics, and religion.
Maybe not simultaneously, but how I am feeling today.
I tell you life isn't a bowl of cherries.
I am not harvesting berries.
I live a vivacious existence.
I nature walk and take beautiful pictures.
I thrive in my leisure time.
Even more so, I work until my mind unwinds.
I am just a thrill seeker but not an extremist.
I am an illustration of well-being.
In fact, I am striving for better physical dexterity.
In all, my body desires more agility.
To eradicate the clumsiness,
My ability to monitor my own quickness is propensity depleted.
My mind, body, and spirit have superseded.
Oh, I am told that it is all right to be big headed.
Of course, gloating is good for your inner being.
Dwindling is not something I will let occur.
I am the booster of morale.
Be assured that I am there for others who seek a physiological mental form.
Do I appear to be titivated?
I am what I have stated.
Doubtlessly, there will be jealousy.
Without doubt, they will envy me.
Undoubtedly, this will not hinder.
I have overcome obstacles since the being of my existence.
Liberated from birth via a nation of government, I am free.
I can wave my hand and be seen.
I can stand up for what is right.
I can ignite the political fire.
I can educate my mind to genius.
I can defeat enmity.
Negativity may come but I disallow it to be a formula.
I am abreast.
|_____________________________________|
Penned on October 31, 2014!
I stood at the top of the mountain
Giddy, grinning— panting like a fiend
And thought of O2 sat.,
Allostery,
Polyporphyrin rings
And, in time, I thought of bottomlessness,
Half-filled glasses
Stars exploding through the ineffable blackness
And thought, underneath it all,
What’s the vastness even mean?
I began climbing slowly down from the ego of my dream
And asked
What for?
Nothing more
But a flag stuck in the ground?
To calculatingly defy gravity
As it mercilessly tugs us down?
And then I wondered, ponderously:
Am I a prophet
Or a god?
Is there a defined mind to our brain?
Dimension to our façade?
A man behind the curtain?
A voice within the sky?
An ultimate time and place?
An adequate answer to “why?”
I sat on the mountain, tortured
Like the archetypally wise
And knew then that all life’s purpose
Had been imparted through desperate lies.
--
Note to those not familiar with Biochemistry:
The first stanza refers to hemoglobin's decrease in oxygen affinity in response to high altitude/ low atmospheric pressure. This is accomplished through the molecule's allosteric conformation change. Hemoglobin's molecular structure consists of a porphyrin ring.
Take a second look at me, for beneath this midriff flab
and balding pate and wrinkly skin you'll find a science lab.
And though all may seem quiet, it may come as quite a shock
to find there are experiments going on around the clock.
Take off my shirt where buttons strain and you will plainly see
the man-boobs test which does defy the laws of gravity.
This pinkish skin in standby mode can shift to deathly white
when I've done wrong and run at over twice the speed of light.
The stomach has increased in size, approaching critical mass
fermenting water, malt and hops delivered by the glass.
The bowel is a reactor , shutting down I'm in no hurry,
as testing is ongoing on the half-life of beef curry,
results have shown it could have blown, with lager mixed for fission
but all the same I still get blamed for resulting emissions.
If trapped inside a lift with me you wouldn't stand a prayer,
but I don't think I've made a dent in the size of the Ozone layer.
I don't believe the Nobel prize I'd win for all these tests
my missus says to keep my findings secret would be best,
and though in all these subjects there is no award for me
she says at least between us both
we've still got Chemistry.
the human being
a miracle of science
god the scientist
to be man or ape
it is our conscience only
progress or regress
=====================
Placement:1st ; (August 2011)
Contest:Natural and Beyond!!
Sponsor:John Freeman
It's hard to breathe-poor respiration
Stomach hurt due to a combination
Of starvation and constipation
I feel like bad inflation
I need deflation
Get me a doctor to perform the operation
To make it in this world its mad desperation
I refuse to make adaptation to nonsense and instigation
I'm so sweaty more wet than condensation
Precipitation
Evaporation
Body so glossy it's like anatomy lamination
So I dry off like fabrication
I wish I was make-believe like animation
My own choice my own obligation
First start with an observation
Then evaluation
A problem in the atmoshere? Bad radiation
In 360 circulation
Earth's manipulation
Creates a bad situation
For the population
To feel a bad sensation
Like planet domination
Due to poor human reputation
The ultimate retaliation
Is Revelation
...As the #1 selection
Regardless of complexion
Object of every girl's affection
Lookin for the best connection
As a correction
From going in the wrong to right direction
It's like an infection
I want success so bad I get an ********...
In addition
To my subscription
To a perscription
To my addiction
Of the worst possible condition
Avoid the infliction
And affliction
Of pain of a titanic description
So I jail my anger with no jurisdiction
But I still face conviction
For kickin the automobile of anarchy into ignition
Can it lead me to a contradiction
Or a mental restriction
While I sleep I have recognition
I'm not the disease but the cure or is that a premonition
Or Gods intuition...
This is literal
Critical
And pitiful...
Beware we are almost at the completion
Of Earth's depletion
It's no secretion...
Could it be distinction
Or extinction...
From gov't corruption
To volcanic eruption
We are the production
Too late for interruption...
Any confession
Any suggestion
If you want to end the world here's the succession...
In conclusion
This is purely retribution
For distribution
Of pollution
No illusion
No confusion
No dillusion
Just an intrusion
Erase the constitution...
There's no prevention
Of the redemption...
A different breed of human
Is the scientist, it seems,
For things beyond my ken
Compose the basis of his dreams.
While average people think about
Activities mundane
The scientist may delve inside
The pathways of the brain.
In language I can't understand,
The research gets explored;
Discoveries that knock his socks off
Leave the layman bored.
I'm grateful to the scientist
Whose pinpoint laser scope
Produces end results without which
We'd relinquish hope.
Ime a mad scientist , & I've got my own planet .
Ime not a bad gie , so you don,t have 2 pannic!
IDE like 2 pop-u-late my planet ,
With sum things called goys !
Thair green-ied orange-haired yellow-skinned super-babe-toys !
If your a goys , pleez rite 2 me !
And we will see , wut we will see .
It gets awfully loneley , on planet greenfields , all ayloen !
IDE like 2 have sum pritty goys , on my planet home !...
Everyone in town knows
Philmon is a mad scientist
It's not his little hunchback buddy
Or the crazy smocks in which he's always dressed
It's not the lighting clouds over his house
Or the strange sounds from which his basement grew
No, it's not any of those things
That gives the town it's clue
It's not all of the darkened birds
That hang out on his fence
Or his subscription to Weird Science Weekly
And on what it is his time is spent
Not even when things always turn up missing
Down at the local graveyard
No, it's the "HONK" if you love Mad Scientists sticker
On the bumper of his car
The Scientist
Author Message
Admin
Admin
Age : 53
Joined : 13 Jun 2007
Posts : 638
Subject: The Scientist Today at 10:53
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The Scientist
The Scientist
His arm pinned up against his briefcase only for one small moment of time he
almost felt fear but mostly astonishment that it could happen unto him at this
time it was not fair he screamed inside at the pain of death and then he died
mostly just unhappy that his work was now unfinished he remembered how he
struggled with the funding certain now in a dying heart that no one would carry it
further or study anything already done life is so unfair he screamed inside a
scientist gone. Certain of the outcome the killer faded back into his limousine
against the backdrop of the city properly called Green. Here in Green City there is
lots of towns and villages where killers like to live. They like the atmosphere the
ambiance. The anonymity of the surrounding foothills nothing further than the
desert then. He was a Tachycardia specialist specializing in the central neural
control trying to make sinuses blow. There have been random events coming to
the scientists' mabe just accidents not a communist plot or a covert spy bloc just
random hits on. People who concern themselves with death agree it's not a
purpose thing its free the next scientist that dies will find his specialty has also
died for who will come and study him to further knowledge on the end of
specialists comes.
The Scientist
Page 1 of 1
Everyone in town knows
Philmon is a mad scientist
It's not his little hunchback buddy
Or the crazy smocks in which he's always dressed
It's not the lighting clouds over his house
Or the strange sounds from which his basement grew
No, it's not any of those things
That gives the town it's clue
It's not all of the darkened birds
That hang out on his fence
Or his subscription to weird science weekly
And on what it is his time is spent
Not even when things always turn up missing
Down at the local graveyard
No, it's the "HONK" if you love Mad Scientists sticker
On the bumper of his car
Writing to the gates of your heart
pick it up _ a wise choice
it's deeply from sane mind
take a long walk through with it
now to your very own heart
keep this with you always
a chemistry related to Esther's
on tito is my angel T-shirt
epundu _ you'd be happier ever
I'd apologize, maybe later on
love is still a science course
maybe _ the gametes would die.
A scientist said to his mate
“We came from the line of primate!”
Said one of the men,
While waving his pen,
“Refer to yourself, not us, mate.”
An ape heard the scientist say
That men share the same gene as they.
The ape proudly said,
“You’d wish you were dead--
Insult us no more or you’ll pay.”
Among 1st Place
A new funny or bawdy limerick set poetry contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
Politician Climate Change Scientist
Rick Santorum,
Has his own theorem
That the Pope
Should reduce his scope
By leaving science to scientist’s own device.
It’s too bad he does not take his own advice.
A scientist is suppose to do
A scientific work
And develops science
For the betterment of mankind
His contribution is treasured
And venerated by all
As he pushes up our knowledge
On matter and life
By leaving a legacy of
Much better method and technique
A poet is not in any way less
If he is like William Blake
And develops the branch of poetry
Like a branch of science
His method and technique
Push up the art of writing poetry to a height
Equal to the invention of nuclear energy
By the scientists
To have a chain of reactions
You need not any nuclear materials
As his poetry is enough to set your mind
To work like a reactor
Inventions in the craft of writing poetry
Centuries after centuries
What mankind fails to achieve
In laboratories of art he invented those
Like a scientist.