Poem of Tesla
Unique…
Carver from bitter cliffs of Lika peaks
Wonderous…
Passing aslong the miracles of shine –
He shared flames and grew to divine
Ten fingers –
Released the forces of giants
His visions and grants –
Pushed the torrents to Niagra plants
Wizard…
Without hats and tricks
Witchcraft…
Without canes and bricks
From cave, mysterious and frightening
He gifted the world with lightening –
Shoreham tower in the skies –
A hint of miraculous wireless device
Gentleman –
Making company to sleepless dawns…
With a single move and step –
Seven miles along the hills and lawns…
A golden heritage to mankind –
Fascinating product of prodigious mind…
Prophet of upcoming time –
Deceased in obscurity, without a dime
His soul in storms and clashes –
Fortune for planet from his ashes
Miloje Popovic
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Fragments of Olympian Gossip
While listening on my cosmic phone
I caught words from the Olympus blown.
A newcomer was shown around;
That much I could guess, aided by sound.
"There's Archimedes with his lever
Still busy on problems as ever.
Says: matter and force are transmutable
And wrong the laws you thought immutable."
"Below, on Earth, they work at full blast
And news are coming in thick and fast.
The latest tells of a cosmic gun.
To be pelted is very poor fun.
We are wary with so much at stake,
Those beggars are a pest—no mistake."
"Too bad, Sir Isaac, they dimmed your renown
And turned your great science upside down.
Now a long haired crank, Einstein by name,
Puts on your high teaching all the blame.
Says: matter and force are transmutable
And wrong the laws you thought immutable."
"I am much too ignorant, my son,
For grasping schemes so finely spun.
My followers are of stronger mind
And I am content to stay behind,
Perhaps I failed, but I did my best,
These masters of mine may do the rest.
Come, Kelvin, I have finished my cup.
When is your friend Tesla coming up."
"Oh, quoth Kelvin, he is always late,
It would be useless to remonstrate."
Then silence—shuffle of soft slippered feet—
I knock and—the bedlam of the street.
Nikola Tesla, Novice
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In Tesla’s Laboratory
HERE in the dark what ghostly figures press!—
No phantom of the Past, or grim or sad;
No wailing spirit of woe; no spectre, clad
In white and wandering cloud, whose dumb distress
Is that its crime it never may confess;
No shape from the strewn sea; nor they that add
The link of Life and Death,—the tearless mad,
That live nor die in dreary nothingness:
But blessed spirits waiting to be born—
Thoughts to unlock the fettering chains of Things;
The Better Time; the Universal Good.
Their smile is like the joyous break of morn;
How fair, how near, how wistfully they brood!
Listen! that murmur is of angels’ wings.
Robert Underwood Johnson
Mary briefly soundeth forth
Strange things like Thunder round the Earth.
She with two Gumms makes the Bottome stay
What else would fly away.
Three things if you three hours attend
Are chained together in the End.
Mary the Light of dew, and Art has got
In three hours to tye the Knot.
Pluto's daughter, it is she
Who bindeth Loves confederacy
Joyned with three seeds she does aspire
To be exalted in the Fire.
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Sep 5 2009 1:16 PM
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