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Premium Member Seventh Floor

At dusk, a brilliant western panorama
displayed off our seventh floor balcony.
Fluorescent colors, clouds of fuchsia, amber,
yummy yellow golden glazes across the sky.
So spectacularly spanning sentient space
a show of shows of unearthly grace.
Looming large clouds block the final moments
of light, tumultuous turmoils of my
little life reappear to slant the final view.

In contrast to my current mind of hope lost
for the future, the world closes in as I fell
into the despairing darkness of sleep that night
to awake in my dream to a gala porch party
on our balcony, attending was everyone,
my benefactors - Mark Twain, Martin Luther King,
Albert Einstein, Leonard Cohen, Rudyard Kipling,
Robert Frost, Maya Angelou and Dorothy Parker.
The "usuals" who would, could draw me close
but I'd have none of it, my mood morose.

Sullen, I waded disconsolate through the crowd
to the rail, reached in the basket I'd kept
for the long hemp escape rope, supple as a snake,
knotted it, put the loop around my neck
heart pounding, they gasped, chatter turned to fear.
Then a white dove flew under our canopy
and sat on Kipling's shoulder peacefully posing.
Clumsily confused, I climbed atop the railing
turned to look at the party - troubled, bereft,
speechless, said nothing, then jumped.

Oh the rushed flying feeling enthralling!
Soaring in the wind, all the while falling -
instantly, I was sorry it would all stop.
The dove descending on me caught my gaze
an iconic spiritual symbol that allured.
Through the dove's eyes I saw the party leaning,
a taut rope, a body swinging below.

Startled from dour slumber, back in my bed;
no breath, panting, panicked, tears trickling,
my wife up to hug me, save me from myself.
Shaken, I knew just exactly what to do
quickly to the balcony, opened the rope basket
to find all in place, then I noticed my hands,
palms bleeding, rope burned and raw,
pinned to my nightshirt was a piece of paper,
on it was this poem that I'd never written.

Bleary beyond belief, a surge force welled up,
a dove flies into the dawn sky bursting new light -
the otherness released finally from within.
I felt new found freedom from dream depths -
reborn, awake with renewed hope,
that memorable morning on the seventh floor.
© Greg Gaul  Create an image from this poem.


Who's Left

Lewis Carroll, Harpo Marx,
Albert Einstein, Eminem,
Paul McCartney, Judy Garland – 
These are just a few of them.

Add DaVinci and Obama,
Oprah, Jimi and Bill Gates,
Charlie Chaplin, Morgan Freeman – 
All have something that relates.

R.B. Ginsburg, Mozart and
Ted Williams and, of course, Babe Ruth,
Helen Keller, Ringo Starr,
Matt Groening and Bart Simpson. (truth!)

Jerry Seinfeld, Larry Bird,
Ludwig B, Spike Lee, Mark Twain
Are among the ten percent
Who use the right side of the brain.

Since today’s Lefthanders Day
Let’s honor all of those who are
As I will with my grandson Henry,
Who’s my lefty fave by far!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Piano Player

Internal Quote by Albert Einstein

  

On the eve of the invasion, the world braced for an upheaval.
Two ancient foes were poised for war, a war between Good and Evil.
For things are deathly dark and unsavory when Satan's soldiers ride,
and only acts of heroic bravery can help Good turn the tide.

So we watched with pessimistic dread as soldiers circled ‘round Kharkiv.
We feared so many would soon be dead, we feared what’s up Satan’s sleeve. 
In numbers seeming infinite, his warring hordes were drawing near,
when we watched a young Ukrainian boy, a boy who showed no fear.

He would play on a grand piano, he would play a soulful song,
he would play sweet chords of calmness in the face of the warring throng.
He would play with skill and feeling, he would play with a touch of class;
while the rest of the world was reeling, he was kicking Putin’s ass.

Electric chills spilled down my spine and there was nary a dry eye,
while we watched and prayed he played unafraid of missiles from the sky.
Will he live to see tomorrow?  And what about his family?
Will we learn their fate with sorrow?  And can we cure insanity?

For nowhere in this universe could crimes of cold cupidity
be justified and understood but for human stupidity.
And I'm not sure who will win the war, if wars can be won or lost --
the one thing I am sure about in the universe is the cost.

For the cost of freedom is bloody steep, the consequences grave,
if we fail to battle bullies, and if we won’t stand with the brave.
And while we watched him on our big-screens, this boy’s bravery was clear;
just don’t think for a single second “it could never happen here.”
© Eric Cohen  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member I Turn Away

 
"The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who 
are cruel, but because of those who look on, and do nothing."

                                       Quote by _ Albert Einstein

My nature is that of a gentle soul,
yet, I face my life with apprehension;
for some that I meet have a combat goal,
they offer antagonism tension.
And my best plan is to just surrender,
for I seek no domination splendour !

Often, people come with hostility,
for a war-   so I pirouette away;
can I make a friend with civility ?
Perhaps in time we can embrace one day.
And I believe that the truth is the best,
for a liar is an unwanted guest !

I wear my scars with great humility,
and within me is great tranquility !

________________________
November 04, 2022


Poetry/Rhyme/I Turn Away
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1498-990-04
All Rights Removed, 2022, Constance La France

Written for the Premiere contest, Rotate Consciousness Polarity
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 11/11/2022

Seventh Place
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Einstein's Brain

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.”
Form: Verse


Premium Member Bring Me To Life With Inspiration

Life is full of beauty
 
Inspiration comes from what is around.

A child’s excitement sounds, as they’ve found 
their shadow on the ground then reaching down 
building balance, stretching without bound.

Or 

finding fear of the shadow as it follows, 
they stumble in tears and bellows.
 
Learn to let go, cannot change a rainy day or the chill wind, 
won’t help to complain, 

but

there’s always an open door to come in from the rain.
Quench moods and view the world around   
gain the amazing senses of sight, taste, touch, smell, and hearing.  
Disappearing into the clouds full of sails steering not fearing,

but  

reaching a destination.
 
Vanish into a dream;

gaze off into the boundless blue sunny sky.
Stroll down the path against a slow moving stream 
out into the meadow under the shadow of a tree.
Take a deep breath, smell the rain damp earth,
flowers in bloom, and fields of green. 
Relax with the silence, 
only the sounds of the breeze 
moving through the leaves, 
birds singing, and movement through the field.
Causing head-to-toe goosebumps against your skin.

Today I choose life.. Life is full of beauty. 

4/11/2018

“I have no special talents. I am only passionately curious.” 
? Albert Einstein

Poetry Contest: Bring Me to Life 
Sponsored By: Aiyah de Torres
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member JUST IMAGINE THAT

Albert Einstein believed that imagination…mixed with our effort and our actions
when it comes to the world we’re trying to create…
can be a preview of coming attractions.

So…something different this year…as into a new year we swing…
Instead of new year’s resolutions…I’m trying new year’s imaginings.

Imagine a world in balance…
a world of peace, compassion and equality…
where we all embrace our differences and live together in harmony.

Imagine a world where we help each other…from the young to the old and gray
regardless of who we love…
how we look…
our gender…
or to what God we pray.

Imagine if this is the coming attraction…
a world where everyone is family….
a friend…
and as I imagine all of us imagining this…
I can only imagine how this movie will end.

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Seti

SETI

SETI is non-sense. Intelligences we have experienced visiting us in Unexplained Aerial Phenomena evolved so very, very long ago that any electro-magnetic radiation
They may have manipulated have long ago dissipated beyond the detection
Of our receivers.

We observe quantum “phenomena,” and have even manipulated
This ?“Spooky action at a distance.”

To our visitors this realm of reality is the fabric of their civilization.
Their communications aren’t mystical telepathy, they exist entangled between energies’ pairings.

How then can our multi-billion dollar ears hear that which exists in realities beyond our
Technological senses?

Somehow they and their vehicles translate into quantum energies,
Able to communicate, even commute through “matter”
Across the universe.

If we survive, we have billions of years of catching up to do.

	? Albert Einstein, 1930
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Love's Chemical Derivatives

Can  love then,  be based
on an index of elements
from which one joyfully tumbles,
or drifts into equations, as we wander
toward a rush of serendipity ...
a metaphysical merging of  ardor
writhing in a shared communion 
like  tuneful whispers in breaths  of helium,
unabbreviated oxygen rhapsodies
from unbidden laughter,
invigorating  the warmth of co-owned stars
on heaven’s destined oracle?

Love transcends chemical derivatives
of  fractals or measurement,
between our atoms, relaxed
in the shuffle of emotional electrons
as we quiver  weightless...
the heart’s embrace suspended together 
in the affectionate cosmos
of a deep kiss.



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“How on earth can you explain in terms 
of chemistry and physics so important 
a ...phenomenon as first love? “-- Albert Einstein


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Strength Through Adversity Contest: Gregory R Barden
Re-post: 3/25/2019

~ It was a challenge for me to translate in meaningful ways
this abstract concept, 'physics  of love,' but somehow
made sense of it by affirming that such is beyond mere science.

Premium Member A MIRACULOUS DAY

Yesterday was a miraculous day!
and miraculous days, trust me, you don’t want to miss them.
Our day was filled with so many miracles…bear with me as I take a few…and list them:

I woke up next to Deborah…yes I opened up my eyes.
I got dressed, took a walk and wrote a poem about dragonflies.

Not long after I returned home…and walked through our front door…
I woke up Deborah who got dressed…and then we walked some more.

On a windy morning we watched as birds floated on the wind like balloons.
We watched clouds of all shapes and sizes run quickly pass the moon.

We ate cereal for breakfast then watched as the sky turned gray.
We greeted a cardinal at our bird feeder, followed by a woodpecker and blue jay.

We checked the caterpillars on our milkweed…to see if they were still alive.
As of yesterday morning we’re happy to say…the count was up to five.

We worked on crossword puzzles (it helps stimulate our 71 year old brains)
We picked tomatoes from our garden, read books, took naps and listened to the rain.

We had dinner at Nancy and David’s house where we talked for hours 
like old friends around a campfire…sitting on a log.
They served asparagus lasagna and key lime pie…and we got to pet their dogs!

These are but a few of the miracles we experienced yesterday…
For those of you who may be skeptical that these are miracles…
listen to what Albert Einstein had to say.

You may remember Einstein was a theoretical physicist…a prodigy, a genius… a whiz
He said: there are two ways to live your life…
one is as though nothing is a miracle…
the other is as though everything is.

Yes, you can live your life as if nothing is a miracle…as if all the little things don’t matter
but when it comes to miracles and life and Einstein…as for Deborah and I…
we prefer the latter..
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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