In the realm where laurels gleam, behold,
A tapestry of words now weaves, untold.
“Scientific Progress Eats Humanity” it cries,
A sonnet sung by noble hearts and wise.
Tesla, the gentle savant, stands tall,
His brilliance graced with virtue’s thrall.
Edison’s dark shadows dim his name,
An a$$hole’s past, a tarnished flame.
Through Nature’s papers, seeking truth,
Life’s mysteries unfold, vibrant and uncouth.
Like butterflies, it flutters by,
In transient beauty, we glimpse the sky.
A day shall come when stones shall sing,
“We wish you love, we wish you peace,” they’ll bring.
In yearning hearts, such dreams arise,
To mend a world with shattered ties.
“Yea, oh yea,” the poet chants,
A rhythm that the universe enchants.
In “now-now,” discontent takes hold,
A better age, their hearts behold.
No hearse with U-Haul now in tow,
For earthly treasures fail to follow.
Give all away, unselfish, kind,
In generous souls, true wealth we find.
Moths find no feast in emptiness,
No sustenance in void’s abyss.
Empty heads, no hats they don,
Yet wisdom’s crown, the worthy don.
“Who wears a real hat these days?”
The poet ponders, hearts ablaze.
Traditions wane, the world moves on,
Yet some eternal values dawn.
Beneath sinking waters, ships find reprieve,
Bound by fate and destiny’s weave.
A grand woman’s neck, abdomen long,
Mysterious beauty, nature’s song.
Forgive the orchids, frail and rare,
For feasting on her beauty fair.
They spat up pink, fluorescent bright,
Art and nature’s dance unite.
In this superbly crafted verse,
The poet’s soul, a universe.
With vivid imagery, it paints,
A masterpiece, the heart acquaints.
Embrace this ode to life’s grand quest,
Where science, art, and love attest.
A symphony of thoughts, profound,
In laureate’s realm, its echo bound.
:: 07.28.2023 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 