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Einstein's Brain
Gifted genius, Newtonian spoiler,
Physicist, and Nobel Prize winner,
And a pacifist whose formula and theory
On energy and quantum mechanics
Advances the scientific community
In the development of nuclear weaponry
By unraveling the atomic enigma,
Leading to the bombing of Hiroshima.
In letters to FDR, Einstein expounds
On possible German research into atomic bombs.
This convinces the U.S.A. to initiate
The Manhattan Project nuclear weapons race.
Somewhere in his meditative thinking,
Einstein’s life has no destiny, only being.
His preserved brain is dissected and analyzed
And reported as human with no hidden secrets.
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Notes:
1 Albert Einstein(1879–1955): Albert Einstein was a world-renowned theoretical physicist known for his theory of general relativity and mass-energy equivalence (E=mc2).
2 Franklin Delano Roosevelt (FDR) (1882–1945): Franklin Delano Roosevelt was the 32nd President of the United States of America from 1933 to 1945.
3 Einstein’s letter to FDR: On August 2, 1939, a letter drafted by Leó Szilárd (1898–1964) and signed by Albert Einstein was addressed and sent to FDR (the then-president of the U.S.A.). The letter warned the United States of America of possible German research and development of an atomic bomb. It further went on to urge the U.S.A. to do the same and develop an atomic bomb before Nazi Germany. This prompted President Roosevelt to take action, which would eventually lead to the Manhattan Project.
4 Manhattan Project: The “Manhattan Project” was the code name for the secretive World War II undertaking by the Americans (with British and Canadian consent and contribution) to develop and produce the world’s first nuclear weapon. On July 16, 1945, the first atomic bomb was detonated at the Alamogordo, New Mexico, test facility in the United States.
5 Albert Einstein attributed quotes:
i) “Had I known that the Germans would not succeed in producing an atomic bomb, I would have never lifted a finger.”
ii) “There is neither evolution nor destiny, only being.”
(cuz ma life iz such a drag...
this toke kin “FAKE” hemp
pyre aye roll out to you dear reader).
As a double jointed mathematical abbot
and amateur chemist
specializing in cannabinoids
my favorite delta-9-tetra
hydrocannabinol (THC),
isolated and synthesized in 1964
weeding thru bathroom rag
while athwart the potty
i.e. measuring adequate perforated
square roto root er, sans
regular toilet tissue paper
prior to completing important
private business matter
on the sacred porcelain chamber pot
Mary Jane made a token appearance,
and boy she looked smoke kin hot
asking if I wanna marry (Jane) her attired
in drag at a joint where Billy Bong
banged on by the hands of
a phenomenal drummer
taut as a hemp knot
with music in his blood
while blowing fractal rings – holy Scott
the immediate utterance,
and rather creative bon mot
found me stock still like stone wall Jackson,
who unfortunately got deprived a hit,
nonetheless got shot
unwittingly by his own (confederate troops),
whose demise an awful blot
per southern cause during
the Civil War and if anachronism
to receive medicinal aide available
instead of primitive treatment he got
(as well other wounded soldiers
of misfortune on the battlefield),
whose faith the any almighty power
could do little to save their roach invested lot
yet availing my imagination
to twist time like that Mobius strip
mortally wounded rebels and Yankees
free from facing death on a cot
might be successful hemp
entrepreneurs cultivating a little spot
of land hemp would outstrip cotton
as king as export to trot
orange you glad I avoided
the analogy with a kumquat?
It was late at night and I couldn't sleep
restless as a caged bird I flew the coop
in my 1964 blue thunderbird...
I saw him from the corner of my eye
cradling an empty bottle of gin
I rolled down the window and asked him
if he needed a place to stay for the night
he answered with his best Sunday smile
"I'm a waiting for my Missy,
she's gone to heaven but she'll be back soon "
Beneath an unsupervised stop sign
lay a broken man with empty arms
"What was her name ? I asked
Josephine -Elizabeth -McIntosh...
I waited a bit longer then I had to go
But just before I peeled off I heard
the voice of an Angel singing softly
lyrics that my mother sang
when I was just a lad,
"sand man swings the lantern to show that all is well"
A night for Romance
Wes at on an upturned boat of the type of “the old man and the sea.”
by Ernest Hemingway used, the night had all the ingredients needed
for romance, full moon and glittering stars on blue velvet.
She gave herself to me, how trite and old fashion this sentence sound
nevertheless, it was so, sixty years ago.
I gave her a cheap wristwatch bought in Genoa it was hopelessly slow.
I think it was in some small seaport in Guatemala or some other
the port on the coast of Latin America and the year was 1964.
Then the night paled I could see my ship it was ready to set sail
to some other destination. And so many years later her kisses
still lingers on my lips.
US Verse, after Auden
by Michael R. Burch
"Let the living creature lie,
Mortal, guilty, but to me
The entirely beautiful." - W. H. Auden
Verse has small value in our Unisphere,
nor is it fit for windy revelation.
It cannot legislate less taxing fears;
it cannot make us, several, a nation.
Enumerator of our sins and dreams,
it pens its cryptic numbers, and it sings,
a little quaintly, of the ways of love.
(It seems of little use for lesser things.)
Published by The Raintown Review, The Barefoot Muse and Poetry Life & Times
The Unisphere mentioned is a spherical stainless steel representation of the earth constructed for the 1964 New York World's Fair. It was commissioned to celebrate the beginning of the space age and dedicated to "Man's Achievements on a Shrinking Globe in an Expanding Universe." The lines quoted in the epigraph are from W. H. Auden's love poem "Lullaby." Keywords/Tags: Auden, unisphere, universe, together, lullaby, voice, verse, value, revelation, cryptic, legislate, enumerator, sin, sins, dreams, love, sing, sings, singing, quaint, quaintly, lesser, greater, mortality, beautiful, writing
Captain America . . . a superhero created by
cartoonist Joe Simon and Jack Kirby
first appeared in 1941 in Marvel Comics
he was a patriotic super soldier
who fought in WW11
interest in him waned after the war
and his character was put in suspended animation
to be revived in 1964 and is still popular today
his attire has always resembled an American flag
and he carries a nearly indestructible shield
Captain America is the alter ego of Steve Rogers
a frail young artist ... who joins the military
and gets enhanced to be human perfection
with an experimental super soldier serum
there are plastic figures, gear, outfits and lunch boxes
and so much more available for kids
over the years
in his hundreds and hundreds of comic
adventures he has been killed off
he has fought all the other superhumans, won
and sometimes died, only to be revived over and over
because no one can defeat
Captain America ....
I like the Avenger series the best of all
and there is no end to his adventures
in comic books and movies
in this modern age when we need heroes ...
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May 29, 2022
Poetry/Bio/Captain America, A Brief History
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1460-392-29
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Captain America
sponsor, Robert James Liguori, Judged 06/05/2022
First Place
I stare at this flat rectangular phone pretender.
It is nothing like the pink princess phone my cousin had.
In her room, by the way, which was unheard of in 1964.
There are six missed calls.
I glance through them.
No. No. No. Maybe. Absolutely not. No.
Maybe tomorrow, I think.
My husband says “Ann called,” and I glare at him.
There is no privacy these days.
Everyone knows your business.
Sending around selfies on social media.
Taking photos of cops killing people by standing on their necks.
Crazy business, the I-phone.
Spying on the masses,
listening in on conversations.
No wait. Maybe that’s the echo dot.
Got carried away for a second.
Give me the old phones with the stretch cords.
When you had to go around the corner for privacy
Stretching the cord almost out of the wall.
Those were the phones you could fall in love with.
They had substance.
Excuse me! This is a PRIVATE conversation!
PLEASE get off the phone Mrs. Rutherford.
And party lines too. Remember those?
GRRRRR
Two National League teams departed New York City
when the Dodgers and Giants left the vicinity.
Both teams went to California out on the West Coast.
The Big Apple was without a National League host.
An expansion four years later brought another team.
Newspaper editor Joan Payson fulfilled a dream.
Again, New Yorkers could see a National League game.
A new team came to town, and the “Mets” was the team’s name.
With uniforms of Giants orange and Dodgers blue,
they took the Polo Grounds field in 1962.
Many New York baseball fans had shown their loyalty
despite the Mets’ new record for mediocrity.
Winning only forty games and finishing dead last,
the Mets were able to expunge the ghosts from the past.
Again having a team in each league was a reason
for joy and happiness in New York that first season.
They moved to Shea Stadium in 1964.
However, their losing ways continued a bit more.
The Mets’ performance each season did not look too fine.
They lost for seven straight years to 1969.
However, all the Mets fans would get a big surprise.
The team played quite well. The fans could not believe their eyes!
Just past mid-season, they were standing in second place.
The Mets won games, and were moving at a torrid pace.
They soon caught and passed the first-place team from Chicago.
The Mets stayed in first place with just a few weeks to go.
Their pitching staff had Tom Seaver and Jerry Koosman,
they also had Gary Gentry and Nolan Ryan.
The Mets best hitters, Cleon Jones and Tommie Agee,
were joined by Ed Charles, Donn Clendenon, and Art Shamsky.
Together, they all formed a winning combination.
A pennant and World Series win brought more elation!
The world persuades us to go faster
never to settle for an average speed
but eventually faster puts us off the road
proving nothing good comes from greed
The fast pace of life takes enjoyment
far far away taking out the good
the beautiful scenery you've missed
flashes past you as it has stood
Where are you going in life?
do you actually know at all?
to know the sense of all this
watch out you've missed the call
As well as the sense of your way
there's also why this is to be
going so fast too difficult to stop
no matter your machinery or the fee
Learn to regulate your pace
in common with life's expectation
what's life really doing for you?
turn your throttle for real motivation
(Quote:
Slow down and enjoy life. It's not only the scenery you miss by going too fast - you also miss the sense of where you are going and why.')
- Eddie Cantor (1892- 1964)
Shall I write of poetry, back in time - 1964, door of my very first rhyme lined.
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_shine_of_autumn_sun_715080
In darkness and in light - ever seeking the lessons the why and life.
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/paint_a_picture_black_and_gray_838435
God and nature, ever wrap around me and I am forever grateful and faithful.
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/gods_garden_763676
Having found love, i clutched it tight, never letting go, oh fleeting youth delight.
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/i_remember_love_725043
My father, wild in his ways traveled thru the life he made but never stayed.
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/hush_now_sailors_child_885428
My youthful heroic love, drafted back in the day, and others lost to wars folds.
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/a_soldiers_fall_839216
The love of my life shared and gone too soon, living still in memories swooned.
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/still_the_one_1059937
The constant struggle of faith, youth to senior years, continues to hesitate.
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/prayer_for_our_times_728134
Always looking for someone else, just to find myself.
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/faces_and_mirrors_708801
For beauty, for light, inspiration is my deepest light.
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/a_dozen_roses_1004568
So difficult this task, especially when ten is all you ask, but the challenge is met, maybe not the best, and yet, it is me revealed within this test.
The shine of autumn sun lingers into Paint a picture black and gray, slipping thru God's garden on display, where indeed, I remember love. Hush now, sailor's child as A soldier's fall yet remains Still the one in a Prayer for our times to see Faces and mirrors blessed with A Dozen Roses of poetry confessed.
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