It all is going down
Why do you wanna wear the crown
Dusk is on the bat's wings
My heart in the dawn.
Desert and in the blue.
With no moon just stars.
Like you were always waiting for
With an ultra-hard stainless-steel exoskeleton
said to weather any storm
the price alone leaves me cold
in every way shape or form
to describe the Tesla Cybertruck
or so I have heard
in the iconic unpainted silver metal
'origami' is the word
at least that's how it looks
and said to come in 'any colour'
as long as it's 'nothing'
'puce' is not in the books
You arrived
with thunder in your lungs.
And left us
with light in our hands.
Your mother said
you would be fire.
And you became
illumination.
I see you
in radio waves.
In phone signals.
In every trembling bulb
that refuses darkness.
They used you.
They copied you.
They buried you in silence.
But genius
cannot stay buried.
Edison took your labor.
Marconi took your glory.
Yet history
has a slow memory—
and a sharp tongue.
You chose solitude
over applause.
Thought
over wealth.
Vision
over comfort.
You fed birds
as if feeding ideas.
And your mind
learned to fly.
Now your name
moves electric dreams.
Not because of fame—
but because
truth travels.
You died poor.
But the world
became rich.
That is the curse
of prophets.
They light the way—
then walk it
alone.
Merit is where merit’s found,
Nor by convention bound;
Not from the hallowed halls alone,
Nor from the pathways tried and known,
But from the wilderness shall come,
Of odd construction, as think some;
For truth shall tutor such as seek it,
Though their semblance may not speak it,
As with Tesla, passing strange,
Nut to wit, he filled the range;
For, at times, the world must turn
Upon a patent clerk in Bern,
And greatly knowledge had been tardy,
Had Ramanujan had no Hardy.
Merit is where merit’s found:
Be careful, then, to look around.
The room hums with invisible prayers—
blue sparks dancing like ghosts of forgotten thunder.
He dies lit by his own inventions,
a cathedral of current pulsing behind his eyes.
The pigeons wait by the window,
feathers like folded circuits of forgiveness.
He speaks to the air as if to the future,
“They will laugh first. They always do.”
Outside, the streetlights blink in silent salute,
filaments bowing in quiet understanding.
Greatness flickers, then steadies—
not extinguished, but absorbed
into the bright machinery of night.
A Porch Swing's Tale
The sun hangs low, a bruised peach in the sky
my old boots are caked with the red dust of a journey I never started
three
This here porch swing rocks on, steady and slow
but my soul feels like it's caught between the back porch and the front gate
somewhere between a hello and a goodbye, a solid six
And the cricket's song ain't a happy one, it's a lonesome, weary sigh
I'm stuck in the middle, still waiting for the rain to wash the road clean
This ain't a home, but it's not the open road either. It's just a place.
A birth of new life
In the middle of the night
He stands still
Showered upon the earth
Bringing new hope and beginnings
Accomplishing their will
The making of curiosity
The earth's feature
Brought his mind and body on a hill
FORM : Tesla Form : 3/6/9
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[ Poet’s note of interest ~
Tesla’s Birth : 10 July, around midnight : 1856 : stormy weather |
Poem came through : 10 July, 3.33am : 2025 : winter rain |
Numerologically speaking 3.33 is the divine number of alignment. Standard time in Croatia, where Tesla was born & SAST is same | July is the seventh month : 7 is the luminal no. linking Heaven to Earth : compound number between 1856 and 2025 is 7 | 10 is the number of leadership. This poem came exactly as presented here : rhyme & syllable : no edit, so I consider it channelled]
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midnight struck on one to power of zero
birthing table seven decked heaven for July
legs open
waters broke blood
breath rapid heralded
lightning cracked sky broken
zodiac Cancer genius creation curious
another reality coded inventions
Light eyed itself transmuting token
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tesla the inventor
an eccentric Serbian
once worked for a businessman
an entrepreneurial USAnian
when Edison had an idea bright
saw the light
and invented DC electricity
positive and ground
as found in a battery
then Nikola created AC
as used in the home
by the whole family
a contest still
a power struggle
if you will
however
Tesla the car
employs both forms of energy
as does the phonograph
so tho' posthumously
looks like Thomas had the last laugh
Backlit in life’s shadows –
the exacting burden of responsibilities –
you are lost.
Bathed in light amongst shadows
of trials and tribulations that
internal hope defrosts;
one can but surmise
your inner strength,
as the light bends to reveal the cost.
I can also say that, in my heart, I firmly believe... Since my youth, before bedtime, kneeling on my bare knees, I prayed to God. I prayed that way until I reached the age of 50. From that time onwards, I pray a bit different, but it doesn't matter, the essence is the same, and I pray to God every day. ~ Nikola Tesla
His father was a priest, believing
In the light, the love that completes us
Once they guessed
He’d be a child of darkness, depressed
Life would give him opportunities
To prove that he was blessed
Even the air seemed more alive
Knowing this soul who would indeed thrive
What he gave our world surely impressed
Why Would Anyone Buy A Tesla And A MAGA Hat
Why would anyone patronize Elon Muck?
Muck rode the coattails of his friend Donald Duck
Muck and Duck went up the hill
To serve us a bitter pill
Their fascism has left the country horror-struck
Muck's shaking of the tree, and kills the forest
His cleaning of the house affects the poorest
He's slashing a sword at regimes
And sending our country downstream
Muck pulls puppets strings, and Duck's the daffiest
connie pachecho
2/16/25
Folks ask why
I chose Elon as my guy,
Smart and tough
Knows how to fight even when rough,
Let him loose
To put woke projects in the noose,
Cause a stir
For progressives to deter,
Stop the rot
That placed us all in this garotte.
Act with haste
Take a sledgehammer to the waste,
Clean up house
Never mind who first we douse,
Set the scene
For what will come not what has been,
Make us great
Stem the voices that insidiously berate,
Make us strong
Choose what's right and not what's clearly wrong,
Pull as one
Don't cheat and steal then simply run,
Trust in him
For the fate of all excesses will be grim,
Trust in me
See how great united we can be.
Woke up to a perfect Summer day,
a blue sky hits the Tesla’s tail lights;
Let your worries fall apart and fray;
Hard working girl is gassed up to go,
a cup of coffee to chase those dollars;
But that Sun’s got a sumptuous glow;
She lets out a loudly pent up sigh,
it’s crystal clear a break is needed;
The Model Y says ‘Rules don’t apply.
If you won’t rest? I’ll make it happen.’
Fired engine starts and all bets are off;
Time to ride, go where she’s never been;
Feeling burnt out is easy to see,
that’s the time to let cruise take control;
Turn right, we are off to play hooky.
Mu uncle Franklin
was a pro wrestler.
He lit up a room
like Nikola Tesla.
My aunt Judy
was a cake maker.
Her cakes were tall
like an LA Laker.
My brother Steve
played video games
-until my mom Kate
called him names.
Kate, to her credit
was a fine, fine artist.
But with brains, forget it.
I am the smartest.
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