Hawkings Poems - Poems about Hawkings

...Yesterday I found a worm in my apple. Well, half a worm. C’mon life, take the gloves off. You’re better than that. I like to think we’re still friends, though. Well, at least there are no hard f......

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...(in memory of Albert Einstein, born on a March 14, and in memory of Steven Hawkings, died this morning March 14, 2018, and in honor of my brother.) A poem,prose, or proverb, if done correctly is......

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...I have studied and I’ve got my last degree My heart has learned its lessons one by one. I’m a graduate of the grief academy I didn’t know how painful it would be When a man you love is here an......

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...“Another game?” “Yes, I think so but let’s change the rules. What if we create some holes in the game, three or four perhaps with parallel endings?” “Yes, I think that would be fun.” Who pred......

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...Gaia had deemed insects as king of beasts After the last humans departed in spaceship 'Stephen Hawkings'. 'Planet Water' was in ruins, polluted, wrecked by Runaway climate change and raging storms......

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...The meandering Universe or tightly packed with no edges at all The Universe huge and pulsing enough to give seed to the life forms is packed rock into a ball The Universe did it know all along abou......

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...i dont know who is she i dont know where is she from i dont know what is she doing i dont know where is she leaving but if you saw her please tell her: youre hair remind me of sunshine*you are perfe......

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...A mind is something not content with stimulus-response, but must go flying off into the never lands to see if they are there... and when reporting back, at best is greeted with a stare of incredulity......

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...His body sat there, in its chair, unmoved, but for the whims of those who care an hour or so, until the time clock sets them free, yet he has left them long ago, his stare misleading lesser travele......

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...Writing I weave my world in fabric time From words that fleshed bubbled eternity Something like catharsis pen my rhyme Without devotion to success or flattery The bubble is a cage, a transparent glas......

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...Madness, the Mad Hatter blinks. Madness, Oz's link. Repercussions of concussions. Madness was Portnoy's Complaint*, Madness must reciprocate! Hallucinations filter by Leary* winks at Dal......

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...Madness, the Hatter blinks. Madness, Oz's link. Repercussions of concussions. Madness was Portnoy's complaint**, Madness must reciprocate! Hallucinations filter by.... Leary* winks at Dali's eye......

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