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Venus de Milo gave up the banjo
She left the band with the Invisible Man
Never had a leg to stand on, stand on
Saw Galileo hanging with J-Lo
Singing "Life On Mars" out under the stars
Lead guitar was Marlon Brando
Hey, there's you and me
Happy as clams, a little house by the sea
How can that be, I must be dreaming
It just can't be, I must be dreaming
'Cause you're gone, a long time gone
Nikola Tesla on his electric Vespa
With Hedy Lamarr down Sunset Boulevard
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely, lonely
Poor Buddy Holly ain't got nobody
Pretty Peggy Sue found somebody new
Guess he lost his one and only
Hey, there's you and me
Baby makes three, a little house by the sea
How can that be, I must be dreaming
It just can't be, I must be dreaming
'Cause you're gone, a long time gone
An ominous sky like in the end of time
A murder of crows in a field of roses
Fallen angels far from Heaven, Heaven
Then came the rain and washed away the pain
And the sky turned blue, full of red balloons
As the lemon sun was setting
Hey, there's you and me
Growing old, a little house by the sea
How can that be, I must be dreaming
It just can't be, I must be dreaming
'Cause you're gone, a long time gone
How can that be, I must be dreaming
It just can't be, I must be dreaming
'Cause you're gone, a long time gone
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Electric cars
I have always liked cars and like driving often for pleasure
I like the many styles of cars, from Mercedes to Lada,
I have driven both, and apart from the hard seat
I do have a soft
for the Lada; as for Mercedes, it doesn't need my write-up
to know apart from being stylish, it also has a used car value
the misunderstood Lada had.
Lately, cars tend to look like one another, hatchback and small
4 wheel drives pretending to be muscular
of the many cars, few are made in the USA, until recently
now we have Tesla, big, smooth, and artless, designed by
a computer and a hundred technicians in white coats
it is said:" Too many cooks spoil the broth."
I stop with my small Mercedes that has a high seat and clear
View at a roundabout waiting to go, Tesla inches forward
looking like an elegant lady who has paid for her beauty
by sacrificing her womb, no one will remember her when
something new appears, and it will!
I have had many cars, bought for their charm sometimes
they broke down, but they had what Tesla did not
Personality!!!
“Go and catch a falling star.”
(John Donne)
St Barbara, a poor white gloved icy ingénue,
Has long been a dusty piece of Black Forest wood
That grew out of the ashes of Sibylline books;
The black stone is gone from the Palatine --
Only infinitesimal phantasmagoria of the sea
Dwells deep within the grave mound of the soul
Whilst carrying a torch clothed with the sun;
Nikola Tesla still feeds a pigeon every day --
It’s an aperiodic dolphin atavism.
Awakened by an unknown lyre,
Such things drink virtue from a moon beam;
Only Saturn, the herald of lavender hope,
Silently watches the humble bird
From the depths of our star-drenched earth.
Intelligence and perception are two sides of the same coin.
What the human mind perceives is many dimensions.
Intellect is limited only by doubt and skepticism.
Knowing that we only use a small part of our brain-vessel; we eliminate so many possibilities.
Unlimited perception gathers knowledge and
increases intellect.
Denial is the ignorant man’s noose.
People claim that they believe in a God or Spirit,
all the while, denying the existence of any spirits.
Why do people want such finite baubles for brains?
Nickola Tesla gathered knowledge from perception;
Unknown realms offered him wisdom; grew his intellect; he was open and expanded his mind.
Albert Einstein’s brain-vessel knew many
of those same realms.
The dimensions he perceived were a joke to his colleagues;
though many are proven realities.
People live in a relative time yet,
finite minds are still thinking linear.
Finite minds in big business and governments try to stifle the infinite minds so all humans suffer.
Greed is the ultimate thief;
it keeps everyone trapped in non-movement; non-progress.
What our limited minds call “progress” is only stagnation, as a result, infinite minds perceive and despite their growth, suffer.
“Faith is believing in what you cannot see; the reward for that faith, is to see what you believe.”
This, Tesla and Einstein both knew.
Perception can open doors yet,
It is often squeezed out by the skeptics;
those self-limiting minds.
They are the uneducated-educated,
whose egos ignore real possibilities
in favor of, the probabilities;
the tangible is not all that exists.
The veil between worlds is old and tattered;
full of holes that allow us all to peek through and perceive what lies beyond.
Unfortunately, not everyone is curious.
Glee sans fees
Slaps my face,
the chilled breeze
The horizon, light breaks
A great vision, eyes grasp
Early snowflakes, light takes.
To obliterate blues,
I Inhale energy
from those picturesque hues.
The waves nudge my legs, wash my soiled soul
Crest and troughs of tides, preach to face life
Bearing the fierce sun, sea sets the goal,
embracing tons of secrets, she grins.
Walking by her side, my soul just learnt
Dust inside, the first to dump in bin
And so ego and vaunting, I waive.
To show, fame is short-termed, in sand,
footprints I leave, my name I engrave
July 26 2021
For the contest 'A 3-6-9 Tesla' by Emile pinet
Elon Musk would wear a trillion stars
If or not he reaches planet Mars,
His wealth of cosmic scale
From X, Grok AI and Tesla cars
Making some nations pale.
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Happenings |10. 06.2026 | money, planet, star, wealth, Quintain
Note: Elon Musk, already the richest man, is about to become world’s first trillion-dollar worth with SpaceX’s IPO. This kind of money may fail to make sense to some poetic minds like us to whom less is more. On my part I can do no better than pen this ditty. It is not that he makes millions in a minute, but as Edmund Hillary said, it is not the mountain we conquer, but ourselves. This kind of wealth of cosmic proportions can destroy the very value and meaning of wealth to us, simple souls.
When people comment
on the style or way
I write and the words
I use to express and convey
my thoughts and views.
I tend to stop and ponder
my road less traveled .
Acknowledging, appreciating ,
admiring the authors, teachers
scribes of many nations
and the outer regions of the universe ,
who have inspired , guided encouraging ,
me to develop and advance
my writing skills along the way.
People like Manly P. Hall
Socrates, Plato, Thales of Miletus ,
Thomas Aquinas , The Apostles ,
Sigman Freud , Carl Jung , Galileo Galilei,
Benjamin Franklin , Thomas Edison , Nikola Tesla ,
William Shakespeare , Homer , Aesop
and other well known Philosophers and
critical thinkers in the world's history.
Authors like Dr. Edgar Cayce
Dr. George Brown ,
Literary genius and artist such as James Joyce ,
Walt Whitman and of course some of my favorite
Authors George Orwell , Robert Frost , with their
extensive and vibrant vocabularies
and their ability to bring words to life.
The most impressive author
with the ability to put you in the room
And stimulate our sensations such
as aroma and taste and sound to make you feel
as if you are sitting in the cat birds seat.
An author with incredible and fascinating
writing technique , a man with a colorful and sparkling array of words , and superlative writing flair and talent
that tickles the imagination.
Capable of painting a scene with words ,
bringing it to life ,
like no other author has ever done before or since.
A story teller who can magically ,
create a vision so vivid so profound ,
one just might forget and step away
from reality for a brief moment in time.
An individual who can descriptively describe
the Animation of his imagination
like no man or woman in the history of recorded time.
Creator and contributor
of some of the finest sculptures
in the world of literary works of art.
Born into reality in the year 1809 , on the 19th day of January.
He would go on to reside
in the harts , souls and minds ,
intricately woven into universal fabric of time
October 7 Nineteen Hundred Forty Nine.
The individual who put the authenticity of Poe
Into Poetry
Ladies and Gentlemen.
Edgar Allan Poe.
Michael E.Harris
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"... Brethren..." he wrote to you
"... a message..." he said
and what he said is true
"... my best, my dearest..."
for this Nobel cause
I will confess that
"... by design
the future will be mine..."
He penned a message
for all to see
and the rhyme he created
he tethered to me...
As we ate on the 33rd floor
his eyes shifted
as the feather lifted
and I knew once more
that this
would be a chorus
for the eYes, yes
"... Horus..." he signed
and then his feet shuffled
as he walked ...
onto my side
" Two rooms "
by design.
Thoth is along for the ride
" good thoughts "
and good vibes
“Let the future tell the truth, and evaluate each one according to his work and accomplishments. The present is theirs; the future, for which I have really worked, is mine”
Nikola Tesla
Tesla was asked by the American Red Cross to predict man’s greatest possible achievement over the next century. This letter is his reply, dated Christmas 1900.
To the American Red Cross
New York City.
The retrospect is glorious, the prospect is inspiring: Much might be said of both. But one idea dominates my mind. This — my best, my dearest — is for your noble cause.
I have observed electrical actions, which have appeared inexplicable. Faint and uncertain though they were, they have given me a deep conviction and foreknowledge, that ere long all human beings on this globe, as one, will turn their eyes to the firmament above, with feelings of love and reverence, thrilled by the glad news: “Brethren! We have a message from another world, unknown and remote. It reads: one… two… three…”
Christmas 1900
Nikola Tesla
"If your hate could be turned to electricity,
it would light up the whole world."
And if that hate rose up, and you like a volcano
shattered, bursting through every eclectic synapse
of your tortured brain; if your mind, it being so close to God
that no space could ever be in-between both,
then that hate would be blown into an infinitude
of charged particles, and those electrical smithereens
would flare out, magnify as a great expansion
to become in one instant innumerable suns
and thus the light of the world would be love eternally.
For love can be reborn from hate, but never
hate be birthed from love.
"Be alone, that is the secret of invention, be alone,
that is where Ideas are born."
Originality is not found in company. Aloneness
alone brings forth an Idea that will only arrive on its own.
Then quickly the many will also realizes that idea and claim it,
but the one who received that Idea from the One Mind
that one was alone.
Anti-social behavior is a trait of intelligence in a world of conformists.
~Nikola Tesla
I've never been
To Alberta, Texas or Florida,
No, I haven't been
And I don't intend to go.
It's not Covid
That keeps me home
It seems that will be with us
Until Eternity comes.
It's a virus you know
And will mutate
In dozens of ways,
Survival of the fittest...
I am an almost hermit,
I don't like most people
Except for Mom,
Of course.
I venture into town
Only when I have to,
Covid hasn't changed
Me much at all!
Like Twain once said,
"The more I learn about people
The more I like my dog!"
In fact, all five of them,
And a couple of cats.
For: Alberta Texas Florida Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joe Maverick