Why are so many Scientists—
Falling—without a Sound—
As if the Mind—once kindled—
Were Treason—when unbound—
They walked among Equations—
Like Gardeners of the Truth—
Yet Something in the Silence—
Has marked their Passage—through—
No Thunder—announces Ruin—
No Banner—bears the Blame—
But Ash collects on Notebooks—
And Dust forgets each Name—
Perhaps—’tis not their Bodies—
But what they dared to See—
A Lantern—held to Darkness—
Invites—Hostility—
Or Knowledge—like a Fever—
Unsettles those at Ease—
And so the Cure—is Quiet—
Administered—by Degrees—
Yet still—amid the Vanishing—
A stubborn Spark remains—
For Thought—cannot be buried—
It blossoms—in their Brain’s —
fleeting
pigments
subjective
snapshots
radical
reflective
residues
plausible
piquant
pictorial
perceptions
with
latent
tendencies
lasting
impersonal
immediate
pseudo
sequences
suppressed
chiselled
disturbing
epigrammatic
representation
executed
in
foreshortened
contradictions
A spark ignites, ideas take flight,
In minds that dare to shine so bright.
Colours swirl and rhythms flow,
As seeds of inspiration grow.
Outside the box, we love to think,
You are connecting dots with invisible ink.
Imagination runs wild and free,
Painting worlds that no one can see.
We mould and shape with hands so bold,
New inventions from young to old.
Mix and match, try something new,
There's no limit to what we can do.
Problems solved in unique ways,
Thinking sideways through the haze.
Breaking rules and making more,
Creativity opens every door.
From art to science, music to dance,
We take ideas and give them a chance.
Each mistake is a lesson learned,
Every failure, wisdom earned.
So let your mind roam far and wide,
With creativity as your guide.
For in this gift, so rich and rare,
We find the power to change and dare.
All my life, a singular scheme,
I've chased the wind, a lofty dream.
But how to describe the spirit's gleam,
without them saying I'm so naive?
Things the senses cannot perceive,
are the hardest to believe.
So how to explain the foresight,
in hours of quiet, sacred light?
When transported to that divine height,
to witness a revelation like a joyride.
How to describe what's felt inside,
where words alone cannot confide?
They say it's a mental disease,
"a fool's Paradise" you live with ease.
For years, alone, I've sought release,
pushing through the lofty route.
Talking to visions, calling out,
birthing something, despite doubt.
I conceived a brainchild from the air,
a novelty of which few are aware.
A lofty dream, a vision to share,
a creation that blew the mind.
From nothing, I made a new kind,
a masterpiece for all to find.
The Mother of Invention
Has given birth once more
And her new baby
Is as mad as before
Eddison or Tesla
Would spill their tea
I know because it happens to me
Baby suspenders?
I believe they are very rare these days
And I don't understand why
It's such a good idea
But I've had too many beers in the pub
And looking through beer glasses stuck to my eye
I wonder if they ever sold like hotcakes
And they'll catch on
I'd put my money on it
And hope I'm not wrong
Could be the perfect present for your friend's new baby?.
'Is that Sean Penn?''
Her nail invention was patent quick
She also had another trick
To paint toes with a bubble
Scrape feet with a scrubble
By using the smallest straw stick
Edison is the father of inventions
Bringing light and hope to this world
And the Wright Brothers too
Bringing closer the corners of the world to you
Nowadays thousands of inventions have accumulated
And we even didn't know the inventors
We accept and enjoy their hardwork
Their wisdom and contributions
Unfortunately many are misused
Making the world harder, more sick and more horrible
Who is to be blamed
Of course
The devil in man's heart
Who has overuled
The pure soul of the inventor
God has given man the intelligence to invent
But man destroys it
With his own bad motive
Who is to be blamed
Maybe we can't blame God
It's our own fault
Mad Inventions.
.
We all have lightbulb eureka moments
But some take them to the extreme
How some things are conceived
Could only come from a crazy imagination
And a weird hapless dream
.
Created with good intentions
To find solutions and make life easier
Mindless inventions
Often leave the creator
With a hole in their pocket
And egg on their face
.
They may have seemed a good idea at the time
But specs for dogs and strange machines
Only boggles the mind
.
Who are these people?
Who think they are smart
I hate to judge at least they tried
But how sad when things
Fall apart
.
But without such minds where would we be now
Probably living in caves
And throwing spears
At wild beasts and cows.
.
Peter Dome©2020.
What inventions have had the biggest impact on my life?
This is a question I was recently posed
and I didn’t have to think a lot about it before this answer I composed.
I didn’t need to mull the question over…
didn’t need to give it too much thought
because I realized almost immediately
The best inventions are the ones that can’t be bought.
There are many inventions that make my life more effortless…
that make it easier for me.
There’s electricity, the light bulb, the phone the computer
the car, the radio, running water and TV.
I’m sure I’m leaving others out…
I’m sure there are many more
more inventions that make my life much easier
than my ancestors who came before.
But I’d like to thank whoever invented love and kindness
and the capacity to care…
whoever invented generosity, decency and the ability to share.
Certainly man-made inventions have made my life easier
but the invention of friendship, the invention of the smile….
the invention of love and kindness and caring…
they have made my life worthwhile.
We invented the spear, and the mammoths were dead.
Then our flintlocks and muskets filled bison with dread.
Next came chainsaws and oil:
planting bones in the soil.
What new wonders I wonder will spring from our head?
During the industrial revolution,
Poe’s raven spoke with elocution;
“Nevermore”, now we’ve a solution,
just you wait for distribution.
We’ve invented great machines,
clicker-clankers, sure to please,
With cogs and wheels that spin with ease
and long, tired days, they will soon cease.
Wondrous gauges, invented by sages,
power-piping giant bird cages;
oh the miracles of the ages,
carefully crafted in small stages.
Just wait and see, you will adore,
hard working backs won’t break anymore,
travelling with steam, from shore to shore
is truly a great way to explore.
Guess what, you’re going to also fly,
like the birds up in the skies;
keep your glass eye, nearby
soon automobiles will be passing by.
Just don your top hat, c’mon gents;
oh, things may cost a few more cents.
just imagine the automated presents,
you can buy, let the future commence!
The output is out of a lot of inventions living
Infesting only some powers and weapons
Pervading the earth and air are circling
Enthused in insensitivity and blushless clash,
And have stood in an open contrast
Endeavouring him to mentally crush
To commit him first dead in those trash
Raising a violent war around the global village;
But he with his group
And every power are merely standing troop
Hiding the grave fault fighting to mark
Striving to subdue but groping in the dark,
So, all his policies, gaining and ethical part
Are cursed in the century’s worldwide dirt.
who invented the ice cream
who designed the bicycle
and planes and trains and cars?
sweets and chocolet bars?
who discovered holidays
who invented DVD's
and visits the sea?
and programs on TV?
who built all the hospitals
the shops and all the schools?
because i'd like to say thank you!
who did all these things?
Inventions
Never give up your imagination.
From thence man’s inventions come,
To make God’s world better…
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 20, 2010
Poetic form: Kimo
Inventions
Never give up your imagination.
From thence man’s inventions come,
To make God’s world better…
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 20, 2010
Poetic form: Kimo
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