Einstein my dog, is very special
Always at my side, overflowing with love
Sharing with people who he meets
He gets happy when I laugh, sing, dance
His happiness is in a constant flow
He makes every day special and loves to play
He is so smart, a graduate of classes
He knows words, listens to phone calls
He will watch the TV, he is so attentive
He is protective of his pet siblings
Life is special to him, it always shows
Every day, he is thrilled to experience it
He lives in the moment, the quality of time
He teaches humans how to do this also
He brings smiles to everyone around
- I couldn't ask for more -
Heidi Sands
5/11/26
(C)opyright
I salute and extol as we should super brain Albert Einstein,
whose cerebral prowess an ultimate flowering vine,
of quirks he had many consult the sticking tongue picture,
he tired of that smile so inane as a permanent stricture.
Albert Einstein,
hair forever in mid-design,
proved time could bend and sway~
yet never learned to comb it that way.
Einstein was right
time is like a relative
you don’t like.
I planted a potato
certain it’s tree
would shade me eventually
I chained myself
to the opinion of others
then misplaced the key
I armored myself
to avoid love’s pain
and rusted in solitude
.
.
A song for this:
Sacrifice by The Weeknd
French Navy by Camera Obscura
Merit is where merit’s found,
Nor by convention bound;
Not from the hallowed halls alone,
Nor from the pathways tried and known,
But from the wilderness shall come,
Of odd construction, as think some;
For truth shall tutor such as seek it,
Though their semblance may not speak it,
As with Tesla, passing strange,
Nut to wit, he filled the range;
For, at times, the world must turn
Upon a patent clerk in Bern,
And greatly knowledge had been tardy,
Had Ramanujan had no Hardy.
Merit is where merit’s found:
Be careful, then, to look around.
Time does not change --
distance and consciousness
does. Things can work for
entirely different reasons than
thought. Man has many grafted
bibles. To some, Science is a
truer messiah. Love, then, par for course,
to the same mindset, is a mere figment.
Man conjuring up what he believes he
needs – thinking what he imagines
he cannot exist without.
My well-searched opinion,
Love is not Love until it is clarified, rendered
a unifying reality. Released from the palm of
Ego Driven Grip. Freedom, a double-edged sword.
Possessing both lengths of good and evil.
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
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