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In the depths of Van Gogh's starry night,
A passion burned, and a soul took flight.
Colours swirled in a cosmic dance,
His paintbrush, his fervent romance.
Michelangelo with marble white,
Carved life from stone, a glorious sight.
David emerged with strength untold,
A testament to a passion that's bold.
Picasso, with his fractured art,
Broke the mould, tore worlds apart.
Cubist dreams and surreal schemes,
Passion flowed in endless streams.
Mother Teresa, a heart so pure,
In slums of suffering, she'd endure.
Her love, a beacon, in the darkest night,
Passion for compassion, burning bright.
Marie Curie, the atoms' quest,
In the lab, she'd never rest.
Radiance and discoveries unfurled,
Her passion ignited the scientific world.
Tagore, with verses that touched the soul,
His words like music, make spirits whole.
"Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high,"
His passion for freedom reached the sky.
Nelson Mandela, in prison's cold,
A passion for justice, fearless and bold.
Forgiveness, unity, his enduring plea,
He set a nation and its people free.
Robert Frost, with words so deep,
In snowy woods, his promises keep.
The road less traveled, his chosen way,
A passion for verses, night and day.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning's love,
Her sonnets soared to skies above.
Passion's fire in every line,
A love for all time, a love divine.
Dalai Lama, with wisdom profound,
In a world of chaos, a tranquil sound.
Compassion and love, his guiding star,
A passion for peace, from near to far.
Michelle Obama, a voice of grace,
Championed hope in every place.
Education, equality, her guiding star,
A passion for change, from near to far.
In these souls, their passions drove,
They sought, they struggled, they dared to prove.
Their legacies, like stars in the night,
Illuminate the world with passionate light.
So, let us, too, in our way,
Let passion guide us, come what may.
For in our hearts, a fire resides,
With passion as our compass, our love abides.
Robert Boyle
First latter-day chemist Robert Boyle,
never immune to laboratory toil,
practical laws on volume and pressure,
inherited as a science world treasure
Svante Arrhenius
The bright Swedish type named Arrhenius,
was renowned for his passionate genius,
in the physics and chemistry realm,
do his practical concepts still overwhelm
Dorothy Hodgkin
Nobel prize winner Dorothy Hodgkin,
her superior mind stoked invention,
advancing technique of x-rays,
biology structures forever amaze
Irene Joliot-Curie
Elder offspring of Marie-Curie,
whose breakthrough would stun a grand jury,
induced radiation, her husband and she,
bombarded a nucleus, grateful are we
Alice Ball
Proud nerve ailments sage Alice Ball,
whose leprosy tract I duly recall,
first African US Hawain school graduate,
awarded a master’s for “Method” immaculate
The contributions of women are sometimes overlooked
But where would we be without the contributions of Katherine Johnson
In the 60's she did finely tune
The mathematical calculations that sent men to the moon
Marie Curie was excellent in physics and chemistry
She discovered two new elements
And won the Nobel price twice
For her brilliance and sacrifice
Elizabeth G. Anderson was the first female doctor in England
A historic feat in any land
She paved the way for the women that followed
And was also England's first female mayor
The molecular structure of DNA, RNA, and viruses
was discovered by British chemist Rosalind Franklin
She made great contributions in the science
Her vital contributions can never be denied
We honor all these women for the contributions they made
And they deserve the highest accolades
3-29-2022
TRIBUTE TO WOMEN Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Beata Agustin
They are not natural enemies,
nor were they ever meant to be ....
True, for a time when Faith was strong,
Science was bound, cowed, driven down--
until Science began its growth spurt:
by leaps it enlarged, pulsing, tumescent,
fed by Galileo, Copernicus, Newton, Pasteur,
Madame Curie and sweet old Einstein...
then came Oppenheimer with his Big Bomb.
Now Faith is scorned by most scientists,
an unreasoning as they see it--
closing their minds as tightly shut
as did the padres of the Inquisition:
they worship Reason, whilst claiming
believers drown in imagination, fantasies--
a Big Guy God, a soaring soul?
Show me! Prove it! they shout out
like excitable children. 'Reason be all!',
they exclaim fervently--yet...
yet sweet Science grew on the strong back
of Imagination, and real Faith loves Reason
like a sister, for we are the seeing ones,
and we are also the blind ones--
every single one of us....
We may hear God's whispers but then
are often deaf to the pleas of angels.
And what we think we know is never,
never enough-- we are always left
wanting....So we can repair a torn
and damaged heart but cannot open
it to love's incessant pulling....
Thrashing like Medusa's locks,
water-whipped kelp, lash and flay.
And angry waves pummel rocks,
while morphing into a spray.
The sky's a cauldron of clouds,
churning like a dark witch's brew.
And wrapped in ebony shrouds;
not a single star shines through.
As lightning ignites the dark,
thunderclaps make the ground quake.
And gusty winds leave their mark,
debris swirling in their wake.
The moon, a shade of curie;
can't pierce the storm with its beam.
And trees, fearing its fury,
bow when the wind gets extreme.
The storm wails throughout the night;
filling rivers with its tears.
Yet, exhausted by Dawn's light;
it suddenly disappears.
Comrades, feminine energy is not a sudden outcome, It originated from the past to the present world order, The women are the preachers of the deaf and the dumb, Mercy,love, patience and intuition are creations of that performer. During a fierce battle,Kaikeyi saved Dasharath's life, Lord Krishna accompanied by Sathyabama defeated the demon, The feminine energy of Savithri rescued Satyavan's life , Kannagi ,an epic heroine sought justice for a real reason. Manimekalai rejected the romance of life to become a nun , Tamil culture was shaped by Avvaiyar, the great Tamil poet, Mother Teresa dedicated her life to the poor sick and dying ones, Helen Keller,a feminist used Braille system and its kit. Kalpana inspired millions of girls to pursue careers in aerospace, Marie Curie was the only woman to win in two scientific fields, No wonder Indira Gandhi was the iron lady with a strong base, World remembered Diana who worked for sick people as a shield. Our people could understand anything through reason and evidence, No human being in the world is a supernatural power, We follow in the footsteps of feminists as an act of reverence, Masculine energy protect us but feminine energy heals us like a flower.
In the hall of creation,
the floor was white gold.
The air shimmered
with the weight of unborn ideas.
A line of souls waited before Me,
each one daring to ask
for the fire that can never be owned.
Isaac Newton stepped forward,
eyes burning with questions.
"Let me weigh the stars,
let me name their laws.
I will write the motions of the heavens
so mankind may see order in the chaos."
I touched his brow.
The apple fell forever.
Albert Einstein followed,
hair untamed as spacetime itself.
"Give me a mind that bends light
and warps time into rivers of truth.
Let me show them
that reality is a dance no eye can truly see."
I laughed at his courage,
and gave him the fabric of the cosmos.
Marie Curie came next,
a slender flame in a long dress.
"Father, I will walk into the invisible,
touch the breath of atoms,
and bring light from the dark—
even if it burns me."
I kissed her forehead.
I knew she would not live long.
Charles Darwin approached
with papers whispering like restless leaves.
"Let me trace the footsteps of life itself—
from crawling things to singing man.
Let me tell the story of how they came to be."
I told him to kneel.
His truth would be heavier than stone,
and men would hate him for it.
Galileo Galilei lifted his eyes to the ceiling.
"Let me lift a tube to the heavens,
to see what angels hide.
Let me show them
the Earth is not the center,
and that they are not the crown of the universe."
I told him to return in three days.
He would need courage forged in chains.
Nikola Tesla entered last.
He did not bow.
"I want it all," he said simply.
"All the lightning of heaven,
the secret language of energy,
the heartbeat of the world."
I smiled sadly.
Such a mind burns too brightly to last.
I opened the gates of thought,
and the storms moved into him.
When they were gone,
the hall was silent again.
I stood among the unborrowed minds,
knowing every gift I give
is also a curse.