Consider the practice of pedagogy.
Sounds less like a noble profession,
And more like a pervert’s kinky fetish,
A groomer’s form of fieldcraft.
Socrates taught Plato,
Just as Shumann mentored Brahms.
Einstein tutored Oppenheimer,
And so inspired those bombs.
When a student has mastered a subject,
Does the teacher proclaim it success?
Or is there regret in awareness
Of the genie set loose on the world?
For knowledge and wisdom, I glean
geometry, physics, science,
philosophy, and tomes umpteen!
In search of shrewd intelligence,
I forsake college's campus scene;
and pursue rhyme's magnificence,
spinning lines on the wheel and loom,
and threaded weave, of the rhymer
than idle in a dull classroom
(wishing for death by Oppenheimer).
see the way i drag yooooooou into
my more bid drizzles
As if to share a secret
I twist ?? words
leather bands entwined
mask ornate hide rancid
of thoughts-of thoughts-of thoughts-of thoughts
was that a train of thought or a train of of thoughts
Anywhens
making an Oppenheimer drop
Burn my shadow to the rock
I'm outta
as if i was ever here
All his dreams shattered
So began the nightmare to
pick up the atoms
By
David Kavanagh
Sapphires, rubies, emeralds, garnets, gold, silver, and topaz
Compared to our super beautiful heaven have no pizzazz.
This mystical magical angel empowering kind place
Is completely indescribable by the human race.
Lit by the glory of our loving omniscient God’s lit hue,
this place is more vivid than the famous gem, Oppenheimer Blue.
There are twelve gates, twelve archangels, patiently waiting in line
to welcome you to your self-actualized own sublime.
Gold and silver mountains that make Mount Everest seem small,
embrace newly-arriving anticipating souls, one and all.
Colors more vivid than a mere human eye can decipher
surround a heavenly novice, if they are not hyper.
The hyper are introduced to colors cool and calm
that play on their emotions like a soothing love song.
The magnificence of this cannot be gleaned,
It takes a bit of time to completely be seen.
*RHYMING Describe Heaven Poetry Contest Sponsor: Faraz Ajmal
Date 8/28/2018
maybe the ones who have left
us early by the malice of their own
hand knew what matters most:
procreation; the evolution of
planetary life amply illuminated, steeled
to survive in our natal fount or
with mastery of the universe poised
at the precipice of infinitude.
the greatest of these is escape
abandonment of the world one
has been born to
and from.
because:
carbon
avarice
religion
atheism
swarm behavior
there is no heaven
for:
practice makes perfect
preppers will kill you
one good turn deserves another
dust to dust
white sky
mystery
tribes
due to:
8 billion humans
5 billion years
smokey the bear
ember orange horizon
super volcano
chicxulub
since:
science
orbital decay
copernicus-gallilei-keppler-newton
rutherford-bohr-einstein
fermi-oppenheimer-hawking
"war is hell"
"mars needs women"
as:
reality trumps fantasy
euphoria is temporary
mortality is enough
i'm writing a poem that no one will read
i'm writing an ur-poem
poetry has never existed
because I'm writing a poem.
TRINITY TEST
“If a thousand suns were to rise in the heavens at the same time, the blaze of their light would resemble a little the supreme splendor of the Lord”(Bhagavad-Gita: Chapter 11, Verse 12)
“ When the soul looks upon the Divine Sun the brightness dazzles it ....and very often it remains completely blind, absorbed and amazed by all the wonders it sees” ( St. Teresa)
“Thy whole body shall be full of light” (Jesus Christ)
"If the radiance of a thousand suns were to burst at once into the sky that would be like the splendor of the Mighty One... I am become Death, the Shatterer of Worlds"-J. Robert Oppenheimer as he thought while chanting the verse 11.12 on seeing the first explosion of atom bomb in the desert of Alamogordo.
(Bhagavad-Gita: Chapter 11, Verse 12). Mark the words 'burst','death', 'shatterer'; these words are not there in the original verse.Oppenheimer was a scholar in Sanskrit as well.
Alamogordo, New Mexico,July 16, 1945
Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds
A waste land, Oppenheimer looked back.
© RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
28 October, 2014
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