Once there was a young boy
who did not learn at the same pace
who did not race in the same
predictable race – while his peers
played with fish and ball – grew,
traditional degrees from short to tall,
his world turned at a different length
rate; more different, were his
timeless seasons – artfully Time
he took in his hands, whittled
with imagination into novel shape
and form – for him, Time was
never seen quite a constant norm --
in fact, could be reversed, or quickened
into infinitely….
Albert Einstein,
a friend of mine, plays the violin so fine -
hire him for a birthday or festivity,
and ask him about relativity.
Altho' it's not E=mc squared,
Albert was heard to theorise
when he declared,
"Carrots are relatively good for the eyes,
it's a fact
they'll make you see well and look good too,
I'm blinding you with science,
it's not hoodoo or a voodoo act."
He then asserted,
with a wicked grin,
"It only hurts when you put them in."
I dream in tensors, sleep in curves,
A fabric bent by mass that swerves—
Space and time, a unified song,
Where gravity has whispered long.
A point—no width, no height, no breadth,
A singularity spells time’s death.
But in the depths, a passage hides,
Through quantum seams, where dark divides.
A wormhole yawns, its throat aglow,
Two mouths that neither age nor know
The clocks we trust—what if they lie?
And stars are tunnels in the sky?
Where would it lead, this bridge we name,
From here to there, through flame or frame?
Perhaps to you, or somewhere free—
A loop in space, where I might be
Not bound by now, but yet—to be.
Today I’m grateful for imagination…and for the wisdom of Albert Einstein…
Whose knowledge and imagination were truly grand…
Who said knowledge is limited to only what we know and understand….
Who reminded us how imagination can take us to unknown worlds and unknown lands
embracing entire universes and all there ever will be…
to know and understand.
I went to the edge, where the shadows don't speak,
Where the pain of my sorrow is softened I seek,
A silence so deep, it swallows my sighs,
And the world fades away into infinite night.
No tears, no regret, no cold hands to hold,
No whispers of what might have been, silent and cold,
A place where the past no longer exists,
Where the future is swallowed by a fog of ether and mist.
I walked through the valley, through the shadow, of death
Untouched half in chaos, half again by my will,
No names, no faces, no cries to be heard,
Only the echo of this world, without any words.
Here Einstein said, time is a constant flow,
It simply exists, with nowhere to go.
No ache, no sorrow, no need to survive,
Just peace that is endless, all are simply alive.
But in this quiet, I learned a truth in disguise—
The end is oblivion, life never dies.
Each door that stays open, can never be shut.
Albert Einstein
did like to brashly on physics opine
but when told he could be so insensitive
he said, who cares, everything is relative
What Einstein dreamed in his drowsy brain
would’ve driven any normal person insane.
He saw God with a face to be feared,
yelling, "I already told you, e equals mc squared!
Albert! How many times do I have to explain!"
THE DOORMAN
He announced himself
as doorman pulling
veils of vortices
archetypes tumbled out
there was Einstein and
St Theresa even Blake
and Stalin
Floating like elementals
with elevated subtlety
he blessed them all as
enticing experiences
Excited he widened
a door to expose
emissaries stamping
time and space
Monroe curled
statuesque legs
around his waist
wobbly, said she
only resonated with
his doormanship
Then throated her
red lipped lust
with vapour dust
He closed the
door
©GhairoDanielsPoetry
&Song2024
Albert Einstein was an interesting guy,
Indisputably smart and reputedly shy.
His legacy's statistical,
But had he been more egotistical,
Instead of E=mc2, he might have called his theory "Me, myself, and pi".
I want an Einstein paint brush too
This was said aloud by my art friend Lou
I only had one, created it myself, not two
So I gave her mine, and felt kind of blue
She needs it back, said our mutual friend Sue.
I am sorry Lou said, and returned it too.
I love having friends, but my Einstein brush is new
I am not showing it to anyone else, would you?
Einstein had quite the inventive proclivity,
Cooked up a recipe called relativity.
With space and with time,
In a scientific rhyme,
He stirred a theory of great creativity!
Iconic, late Austrian physicist, Albert Einstein.
As he aged, so did his mind, like fine wine.
The general theory of relativity, he formulated.
Great man of science; a genius highly celebrated.
an unexpected burst of creativity
einstein’s hair, pink and on fire
his green robes parting
I am running along his bare chest
smirking at imagination
One day while working in his lab, Einstein was teaching his student
The student was in awe of the brilliance of the genius
The youngster had an idea he thought to be prudent
Trying to outwit Einstein, one might say...to be ingenuous
The youngster made a bet, declaring to pay five dollars if he couldn't figure out the answer to Einstein's question
But if Einstein couldn't answer his question, he would pay him five hundred dollars
"Bet on" replied Einstein
So, Einstein asks the youngster a question he couldn't possibly answer
The youngster reaches in his pocket and gives him five dollars
That was a question that only a great mind as yours would be able to answer
But let me ask you... what has three legs, runs up a mountain...and comes down with five legs?
Einstein is puzzled and could not answer the question- so he reaches in his pocket and gives the youngster five hundred dollars
After giving him the money Einstein asks the youngster- "so what is the answer to the question"
Smiling happily, the youngster reaches in his pocket and gives Einstein another five dollars
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