When I
switch on
the light,
I think
of you,
Faraday.
Born
to a poor
blacksmith
in London,
where poverty
tried
to bury
your dreams.
Yet you
listened
to Nature,
while kings
listened
to power.
You discovered
electromagnetic
induction,
the heartbeat
of generators,
transformers,
and the
electric motor.
You gave
light
to a world
that had
forgotten
how to
dream.
In 1825,
you discovered
benzene,
a gift
to science
and industry.
When I
pass
the Sandemanian
church plot
at Highgate,
I remember
that greatness
can rest
in silence.
You conquered
poverty.
You conquered
ignorance.
Without
wealth.
Without
titles.
Without
formal education.
The powerful
built empires.
You built
the future.
Every lamp
that defeats
the night
whispers
your name.
And when
the streetlights
flicker,
I do not
see electricity.
I see
Michael
Faraday—
the poor
man's son,
who became
the light
of the
nineteenth
century.
War is when someone wants to take what you have, your land, your life, your possessions.
War is ugly, it is painful, it causes death, it causes physical and mental pain.
War can be planned, like the induction of abortion, addiction, and other negative forces, that lead to death.
War is sometimes good and sometimes bad, it can make people get results that make them live a happy life.
War is sometimes conducted covertly, I am thinking of the hammer of the Scots, how diluting the people was used to weaken the control of the land.
War comes in many forms, like having so many separate interests wanting control.
War of food, war of jobs, war of housing, war of assets are just some of the wars that can happen.
War for love, is one we can all relate to, we have so many types of love, love of possessions, love of a spouse, love of a pet, just to mention a few.
War will always be, it will grow and will sit on the shelf and be remembered, past and current wars, are real, so pay attention and learn all you can.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Sold on a cheapskate cheesing.
Cupcaked' by a cheesecake reasoning.
Kids, plenty for the
Cakewalk.
Kids, plenty to play
Hopscotch.
Kids, plenty of energy goes
Non-stop.
Disparaging remarks marked up by the
Loudmouth loosened by fool-proof
Foul Alchohol percentages.
It's far too soon to start with those
Remarks.
Gliding by.
Hiding behind our
Rollercoaters' ropes.
Ready to Ride,
Side by Side,
Since this high.
Goodbye.
Razor-sharp wit halved the delicate patience.
Good times vanish, in wood varnish.
Drive-by relief roaming without induction.
Kato was a mutt-product:- breeding run amok
No purity meant the pound of death-induction
Only his adoption saved him from that inferno
turning life into moments full of simply-perfect:
Each summer, the sun stroke a furry black hue
Elevating it with a sheer of burgundy elegance
Pauses were paws-aplenty with a trot and stop
Leaves all fallen he sniffed, callings of ethereal
Even winter was a nose-frozen-water pleasure
And spring lasted, always in his outdoor mania
So the decade ran prancing into walking years…
Under rains, by the river running, a dog by you
Racing by faster with memories, toward too far
Ending in the hardest letting go - a broken bye.
12/31/23
friendship is essential
color with emotions, induction
illuminating our hearts
My old flame in the kitchen
Man, she could bring the heat
They’ve now induced induction
I feel so incomplete
It sprung up overnight
It lit the world ablaze
And now my flame’s anathema
In just a few short days
They say she causes asthma
And cognitive distress
I think there’s likely more at play
But that’s an addled guess
But I know when the grid is out
The Tesla has no charge
I’ll be flippin’ griddle cakes
with gas and living large
Biologists smell of True Nature
For choosing to Existence nurture:
Of the unicellular plants proud;
Things one can't see in a voice loud;
No deserved shaming of The Vulgar:
Bats, Climbers, Creepers, Germs and Algae,
Knowledge not quite unlike a hard blow
Biologists giving a soft glow
Our youth's favorite reproduction
They just can't want for an induction
But, ponderously, Biologists
Your subject does bear the longest gists
The strangest tongue twisters to memorize:
Names we soon forget, as we revise
All the funny words about hormones:
The progesterones, testosterones
I could Biologists hit with stones:
One cause to start nursing some cracked bones
Naomi Judd of The Judds
Ashland, Kentucky born
Only “Love Can Build a Bridge”
May her soul rest in peace
In the arms of her Saviour
Judd family tragedy
Unmasking mental illness
Days before Hall of Fame Induction
Died near Nashville, Tennessee
Written May 2, 2022
Off she took her leathery cap
For an apparently sought nap
She had secured with a milky pap,
Her decided pillow Bob’s lap
But with her trousers’ flap
Open like Satan’s trap,
Thus, her sleep intentions making a crap
And she a target for Christian Mother’s slap,
On her head an upset father’s rap
And, sure, a child’s gossipy clap…
Between her and honesty of purpose, a gap
Bob as simple as a candy wrap
On the whole, a Jezebel’s seduction
By Anita, member by induction.
Lies a supermassive black hole.
Let’s beware of this I dole..!)
For it has a power unlimited
With all forces acting overloaded
Gravity and nuclear strong or weak
Electromagnetic induction at bleak
None knows if there is ever
A specific other force forever
What role it has to perform
None can tell if it has any form (50)
Thus we entered a new Golden Age
Of space exploration- an all new phase
With irrepressible enthusiasm and
A deep understanding just grand
Of the cutting-edge research so
In space travel – my favourite lo!
All World-renowned physicists
And fantabulous futurists
Presented a compelling vision of how
Humanity developed in. Wow! (60)
A sustainable civilization in outer space.
Revealing the developments in great pace
In robotics, nanotechnology,
And beneficial biotechnology
That allowed us to terraform
On potentially habitable landform
In the different systems of stars
And build liveable cities on Mars
And of course beyond.
What an idea just grand! (70)
Alas, those days are gone! So long Argentina!
Deprived by vaccine law! Must do or be fool-dead!
Viral fear so rapid, the gene-techs’ in fast rev
Ending the long debate, big pharm governs mandates!
No talk of tried and true, gene-play is in fashion
Though it has been decades, with research showing naught
Usurping panic won, in careful thought’s adieu
RNA induction, into cells muscular
Everyone producing, proteins of a microbe!
Spike me with this logic, for I’ll become hostess
Stranger no more to me, I make the antigens!
Of nucleic acid shots, none are like polio…
Now the scientific fad’s gene manipulation
Even in infant phase, unready for the stage!
(12/21/2021: Meridian 342 Bethel Island)
Where ghostly spirits haunt at will
Time plays tricks, air is chill
Shadows shift then take shape
Remember there is no escape.
Haunted house very creepy
Party gets profoundly freaky
Ghouls, specters, zombies galore
Then fell through hidden trap door.
Silent crypt felt deadly fear
Ghostly image moving near
Black casket dominating space
Blood drains from my mortal face.
Start of very strange affaire
Vampire eyes, seducing glare
This is moment I met the Count
It's far too personal to recount.
Hundred years later remember well
Party induction to vampire hell
Monster Mash is favourite song
Uncle Fester and I play ping-pong.
The one I have adored substantially
Seems to mutilated me the worst
It has made my heart rupture
The mystics of the universe
Seems to make us an alliance
And sworn adversaries
Could this be a new induction
Of a vitality without insanity
And of integrated tranquility
This time there is no need for
A ceremony or a diamond ring
Our sustained time reciprocity
Can not be mistaken
For anything but a secure foundation
And now it is time for
A jubilant celebration
Now I can pardon you
With my love and immunity
Morning's induction act -
the sun breaks cover bright as
Los Alamo's flash.
Have you signed the waiver form?
Safety Induction? Medical? Check… Check…
Now watch your head on entry……
And also watch your step.
Although dimly lit to enter…
Many corridors and levels to explore.
Like a Willy Wonka experience...
Not knowing what’s behind the door.
To the left an Angel, the right a Devil…
Both dancing to tunes at a compromised level.
Splashes of colour.. blue, black and purple…
A schoolgirl still learning, sits in a witches circle.
Up a level, and divulged to allure…
It's highly X-Rated.. nothing is pure.
And over there is a beautiful wife…
Broken by a man that was once in her life.
Around the corner is the dance floor…
She’s rocking it loud and wanting more.
Down the corridor is a mother tending her child…
Always to protect them, a lioness in the wild.
The corridor leads to a startled crowd…
Watching her mood swings screaming out loud.
She’s a worker, a mother, a girlfriend, a hoe…
She’s a daughter, a sister, a friend and a foe!
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