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He peered into the shape of space,
Where time was not a steady face,
But curved and bent by mass and might—
He gave the world a deeper light.
He dreamed of clocks on moving trains,
Of falling men and light that strains,
Of stars that whispered time’s delay,
While Newton's laws fell into gray.
But how he longed to see the thread,
The quantum ghost within the spread—
The dance of chance, the field unseen,
Where particles shift in the machine.
Einstein, with chalk in trembling hand,
Could sketch the shape of spacetime's land,
But missed the song of virtual skies—
Where gravity and quanta rise.
No hadron smashed, no atom split,
No silicon to guide his wit.
His visions vast, yet bound by tools,
A prophet walking through old schools.
He doubted dice, dismissed the haze,
Yet time would alter physics' gaze.
Some entered just to prove him wrong,
To find the crack, to strike the gong.
But mock him not—he saw so far
Beyond the reach of where we are.
His error was a poet’s leap,
A faith too strong, a dream too deep.
And now we surf the quantum foam,
Black holes and strings define our home.
Yet all we build—each truth, each sign—
Stands on the back of Einstein.
So let them try to break his frame,
His questions burn, though not his name.
Technology may shift the night,
But he remains: the guiding light.
Hair looked wild, got to hide my tattoo,
Because today I have a job interview.
I wear a long sleeve shirt, scarf, and hat,
To hide my dragon-skull and vampire bat.
Went into Blackrock, the secretary smiled,
I wanted to spend time with her a while,
Then she saw the beer stains on my shirt,
Decided she didn't want to flirt.
Talked to human resources, the questions came fast,
Tried to prevent them learning of my past,
Didn't mention my prison time, lied about my résumé,
Then the fan blew off my hat — what a bad day!
(Chorus)
It’s a bad hair day,
But I’m showing up anyway,
Got to meet the test
Can't always look your best.
The interviewer said, “You don’t qualify,
You lack the skills, and you need not apply.”
Then I said, “I may lack skills, but I’m part Cherokee,
Surely you can meet some target of diversity?”
The interviewer explained with a satirical grin
that diversity was out, experience was in.
I walked outside, felt life wasn’t fair,
People gave a stare at my wild hair.
Then I saw a dog try to bite two men outside,
I’ve dealt with pit bulls before, a matter of pride,
I gave the dog a whack on the nose,
Found out I had saved two CEOs.
Now I’m on the board of BlackRock Inc.,
Even though I look like a missing link.
They don’t mind my hair’s a mess,
Einstein looked that way too, it can impress.
That Neanderthal look has its perks
It intimidates bureaucrats, usually works..
It also helps with leftist assassins on New York Streets
They can't believe you're a capitalist if your hair speaks.
You can't win if you don't play
So don't be sunk by a bad hair day.
*Another poem dedicated to my dog Einstein:
He sleeps on my legs and protects me
He wakes up happy, wagging his tail
He prances along on our walks outside
He gets excited if I dance or laugh
He comes to me spontaneously with kisses
He is smart and a graduate of classes
He's in tune to everything around him
He is sensitive and very focused
He loves to play fetch with his toys
He never leaves my sight, loves me day to night
He speaks when he knows who is on the phone
He guards my home every day start to finish
His love is abundant, he makes people smile
I couldn't ask for more; my dog, my companion, my child!
Heidi Sands
10/6/26
(C)opyright
Yesterday, I met the ghost inside of me
He told me he’s from Tennessee
Why had he been here, if in a day he’d disappear
To me all of it was unclear and yet I did not fear
I had to know the reason that made him be
Here. If only the future I could foresee
I did not see the relevance of his existence
I wanted him to leave without any evidence
Was it because I feared the thought
Of him bringing out something I distraught
Picturing the manifestation of my mind
Suddenly he reappeared leaving me confined
This feeling was familiar I thought
Was it real or was it naught
I did not want to do something I repined
With so many clues around I felt blind
I wanted to know who he was and kept him by my side
So I decided not to ward him off with my evil eye
An epiphany waiting to strike my conscience
I got from my mind many responses
It doesn’t take an Albert Einstein to realize this
He wasn’t a stranger from the abyss
I was so reckless I hadn’t realized then,
That it was my long lost friend that I never saw again
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
In this world, vast as it is,
A mere pinch of my lies
I hope would catch no undue eyes.
So how a liar in man carries on--
Carries on till caught.
And as is the ugly truth,
Lies sure the truth outweigh,
(A man of white or gray lies
Makes nary a rare bird),
And so, a liar takes to the highway--
What if one more lie is unfurled,
So how the lies smoothly sail
In a life of lies full of youth
Living on an endless bail.
But then lies as they are, posing upright
Among them fight
As to which one is more upright,
Truth nowhere on any side,
Each lie feeling, its fight’s always fair!
Such as be a liar’s dare.
My word whatso says does weigh,
So how poets pen their poems
So how like pinch of salt spread lies--
A product of poetic imagination
Liberally pen-painted,
Plenty shades of gray oriented.
Who’s on the part of truth?
A real painful tooth.
Poets have their licence
If or not things make sense.
Maybe, there’s a grain of truth
In any false narrative,
So thinking, some get friendly with loud lies.
Now, if a fight breaks out,
Who, and what would win?
What’s north, what’s south, east or west,
Only on Earth the truth comes to rest,
There’s up nor down outside of Earth,
Sun may in east rise upon Earth
Yet, does it rise or set at all?
So is a straight line
In a curvy-linear world
Truth gets easily whirled.
In a relative world of Einstein
Where’s an absolute line?
The wise talk of ‘practical’ truth,
Amidst Supreme or Ultimate
In perennial youth.
So, let some pinch of lies
Give truth a telling punch,
Wisdom lies in one being worldly wise,
In just mouthful of lies to munch.
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Musings | 12.01.2026 | lies, truth, free verse
As Newton found an apple
As Einstein used his mind
In Leonardo's genius
So art and science combined
When Chaplin tugged at heartstrings
Or Mandela called for peace
A common theme unites them
Such that hope would never cease
Teresa shows compassion
Or Rosa Parks stays put
An inner door is opened
That may never now be shut
Keller's inspiration
The bravery of Anne Frank
So many souls unlisted
We should take some time to thank
These people never settled
For the current status quo
Confelicity, coalescence
Or a child-like need to know
We can learn from their example;
Dedication to a cause
Persistence in adversity
The human soul adores
The innocence of believing
The faith of pushing though
The mighty and respected
Were once like me and you
O Doubt, thou hast given me so much joy,
That doubting has been my second nature,
Besides my life’s heaven-sent bliss and buoy,
Doubtless never goes even my prayer.
Had I clues to all questions that arose,
I’d have died under its heavy burden
O to have gone captive to self-made woes,
A slave with choice, joy of freedom nor fun.
Come Doubt-Revolt and let me face the truth
As an uncommon adventure of life,
Where’s joy in set answers of school-age youth?
With thirst let me carve truth, give me thy knife.
Had I followed set rules, curbed my rare itch,
Ne’er to set out in search of the unknown,
Imagine where in this world I’d have reached,
Wiped out erelong, from the face of earth gone.
You, Doubt, think, explore to experiment,
There’s thirst in thee to search as to resolve,
A strange joy thy inane predicament,
Certainty thy death, farther to evolve.
If Beethoven had not doubted Mozart,
Picasso had not Michael Angelo,
Einstein had not taken Newton apart…
Only he that knows not so, doubts not so.
Human wisdom began but with doubting,
From doubt came questions, wherefrom turned in truth,
True faith’s not in accepting everything,
Yet, we oft no more ask questions post youth!
O keep alive that doubting mind-- mother
Of all progress. Doubt, thy pain’s too lonely
To know that faith has been thy twin brother,
Sang Gibran, as can bards like him only.
Fair that many look wiser in their doubt
Than in their cast-in-stone, pre-set belief,
Indulge in doubt, forget thy awkward spout,
A doubt indulged in holds a potential brief.
Belief is it that goes out to divide
Us, as religions have through life of men,
You Doubt help us unite. A doubt denied
Comes by windows, should men all the doors man.
So, remember O man, in the kingdom
Of knowledge, doubt be the spring of wisdom,
And never once this Gibran’s wisdom flout:
Never on speaking terms were Love and Doubt.
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Ode|25.01.2025|delight, doubt
Pareidolia is when we see familiar faces where they’re not supposed to be…
Like Abe Lincoln in a cloud, the Virgin Mary in a piece of toast
or Albert Einstein in a tree.
Because our mind has a way of taking random bits of information and filling in the blanks…and at Christmas time every year…for Pareidolia…I give thanks.
Take these random bits of information…
I’m old, I have a white beard and if I happen to be wearing the color red…
when children see my wrinkled face and a stocking cap upon my head
more often than not they stop in their tracks…sometimes it’s just a pause…
when their mind put all this information together and they think I’m Santa Claus.
It happened the other night in the bookstore…
when a little girl saw me behind the counter…and immediately paused…
“Mom,” I heard her whisper, “I think that’s Santa Claus.”
“Don’t be silly.” Her mom said showing a modicum of parental self-control.
“What would Santa be doing in Florida in December
when there’s so much to do at the North Pole?”
Her mom grabbed her hand and they headed off down to the Children’s aisle…
but not before the girl glanced back at me…and I gave her a wink and then a smile.
‘Shh.” I whispered as I put a finger to my lips…I imagine just like Santa would.
She smiled back then nodded…as if she understood.
As her mom was browsing in the store she came up to the counter,
leaned over and whispered tenderly…
“Don’t you worry, Santa. Your secrets safe with me.”
I’ve been blessed to have a wonderful life…
I have so much to be thankful for…
many times by good fortune I’ve been kissed…
and for a few weeks around Christmas every year…
I add Pareidolia to that list.
Yes, for a few weeks every December…
you might say I’m a little jollier…
because…
a few children here in Florida
believe I’m Santa Claus.
FIRST stop blocking your everyday lessons they are your strongest blessings
SECOND stop trying to be a teacher all the time even Einstein needed lessons
THIRD stop any outsiders from getting inside
They don’t have the same intentions
FOURTH stop and look at the bigger picture Some don’t belong in a frame or picture It’s more then just the likes ,comments ,shares and mentions
FIFTH Stop unintentional acts of flirtations people really take it to heart and when they don’t get what they want cause they lacking the comprehension
Let me teach y’all this lesson
SiX stop stopping what you love for love that don’t love you When they do they will join in on your journey too So Your not on suspension
SEVEN stop calling on god in the wrong way Your using up his time which takes away from your gifted extension
EIGHT Add to the plate at the table you attend, Don’t just eat off your friends
NINE when it comes to your family and team Keep them on top ,never bury them in between if you get what I mean
TEN Never try to crush those close to you that don’t fold or bend when it comes to you Thats a true friend
ELEVEN not every soul sent your way is and angel from the heaven some are the devils in beautiful skin to drag you to the end
TWELVE This is a favorite of mine Be yourself at all times don’t just become part of a trend.
Let Me teach y’all Fockers a lesson