He was a Professor of Difficult Sums,
Always kept a writing pad near,
Just in case of instant revelations,
With pencil parked behind one ear.
He could quadrate equations
With consummate ease
And quantum mechanicals
He found just a diverting tease.
He won the Nobel Prize so often
They let him keep the cup,
And he wore designer braces
To hold designer trousers up.
A benefactor of mankind,
Which used his flowing skill
To perfect better weapons with
Much more efficient ways to kill.
He lived in academic obscurity
Until the people learned his name
When he made the perfect mouse trap
Which brought him worldwide fame?
He was sent back into obscurity
When he just went a bit too far
By inventing a pollution free
Everlasting peoples motor car.
He beach combs now in Tahiti
Fitted with a silicon chip link
To wipe his mind of such thoughts
At the speed of an eyelid’s blink
For business is business
And everyone should know
The worst kind of fool is he
Who disturbs the status quo
can a newborn baby’s grip ~ hold more promise than a silicon chip
By
David Kavanagh
Warmed by the silicon chip,
glacial ice melts drip by drip,
And as ocean waters rise:
floods should come as no surprise.
Global warming is no myth:
we need to prepare forthwith.
Humanity is at stake:
it's no time to bellyache.
The world's forests are burning
while famine is returning.
And those uprooted by drought,
realize there's no way out.
Fear settles border disputes
with immigrants without roots.
And when plastics kill the fish,
Hope will morph into a wish.
Mega storms will terrorize
with winds and all that implies.
And when disease and death spread,
millions will be sick or dead.
Ellie went to kitchen of Planet Y
And got Flagella horrifidis dry
She mixed it with flubber
Made hominid rubber
But she found no silicon chip to fry
© Rajat kanti Chakrabarty
12/02/2014
He trawls the wide cosmos
in infinite sway,
precocious prodigy scanning
the milky way,
a worldly net of technology
buoyant far and wide,
surf’s universal waves
the cosmic tide,
god’s gift to ergonomics
this silicon chip,
invisible beam tacked
upon it’s celestial trip.
To pursue distant knowledge
cloaked in verbal art,
desire evidence,
a galaxy to impart,
an ancient form of life
a labyrinth of care,
cultivated society,
ready to share..
A return fare a dispatch
maybe the ticket,
desperate to unlock,
mankind’s barren wicket?
© Harry J Horsman 1996
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