#eureka
I've come up with a title,
For that book I mentioned.
Where poems are the chapters,
Purely by intention.
I've come up with a character,
A somber sparrow,
Having been left alone,
Stranded far from home.
Perhaps the sparrow is a metaphor?
As of now, I do not know.
But, I've a title,
"Dreams of A Sparrow."
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 8:54 PM UTC
Eureka! it's Christmas time again!
A time to reminisce about seasons past
of pizzas hot, cup cakes, icing coated snacks,
home-made lemonade, champagne and Santa's sacks
of choicest toys, newly produced and recast.
Eureka! laughter pervades the plain!
for dazzling lights of astonishing colours
exhibit rare heavenly multicolours
for the yuletide's ambience of pomp and pageantry
in every country tropical and wintry.
Eureka! it's Santa's express train!
A very pleasant holiday time indeed.
When a dream becomes wonderland for a kid
who takes a trip in Santa Claus's speed sleigh
in this great and awesome paradise for play.
Eureka! it's the ding **** season!
A time to raise sweet voices for a reason
A time to sing a heart warming and sweet hymn
in well lit Cathedrals that are hardly dim.
Eureka! it's Christmas time again!
Ding **** the much awaited Christmas bells chime.
The gladdened poor are cheery without a dime,
whilst the rich is cheery with his loaded barn,
each of them spending as much dough as they can.
Oct 2, 2021
Oct 2, 2021 at 8:10 AM UTC
In a kingdom of problems,
Once upon a midnight dream,
Deep into the darkness he was looking,
'Eureka!' he chuckled, 'Yes Eureka!',
He just found it,
Something none had found before,
Now light his thoughts invaded,
The world he could now see,
No more darkness in his dreams,
All problems disappeared,
In that great midnight dream,
The world woke up as the sun went high,
He had the key in his hands,
‘Eureka!’ again he shouted,
As a bird he flew shouting to the world,
But the world wouldn't listen,
The hours passed by as the sun came low in the red velvet sky,
With little hope ‘Eureka’ he shouted for one last time ….
In a Kingdom of problems,
A solution is never welcomed.
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 12:36 PM UTC
Marvelous mysterious moments,
When your Mad Max brain,
Can’t open the intake valves of your nostrils,
Far enough to **** up enough oxygen,
To fuel your head fast enough
To process your thoughts,
Well enough to reach
Your, “Eek’ah!”
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 3:30 PM UTC
***I
searched,
re-searched,
researched,
for
"nothing",
Eureka!!
I
discovered,
that
I
invented "nothing"
and
This is how
I
turned into
A
"SCIENTIST"***
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 12:23 PM UTC
Eureka
My thanks to the man who tasted
cyanide and voiced his last Eureka.
“Almonds”
To the man who saw dragons
to be slayed with pen and sword
in windmills.
To the Danish Prince who said
“What a piece of work is man.”
Well, man’s a piece of work alright.
Did you ever think about how
men wear their ovaries on the outside?
Or how you can always win arguments with yourself
in the shower?
My boyfriend traces the edge
of my chewed nails as he asks
me what I am thinking about.
I’m thinking about the consistency of jellyfish
and how it compares to human brains
and the taste of nectarines, overripened
drawing fruitflies to picnic tables.
Maybe I see colors differently
and will never know that my blues
are only a midnight shadow of what they
could be and if I’ve never truly seen the color red.
And how after nineteen years
I still can’t tell if I’m a good person
or just faking really well.
And if that Chinese Emperor
who strapped rockets to his thrown
to find dragons
ever found any.
Did the chicken getting crushed while crossing
the road get him to the other side.
If I died young, could I motivate people
to be nicer to each other?
When did my grandmother die
and when can I ask my mother without her
crying? There was a little girls skeleton
found next to her donkey in the ancient ruins
of an earthquake. There were several
different species of human alive at the same time
and my favorite color isn’t really blue
And I’m really glad I couldn’t ****
myself when I was 13 because I tasted
my first plum last week. AND FOR THE LOVE
OF GOD
WHAT
AM
I DOING
WITH
MY
LIFE.
My happy moments will always outweigh the bad
And are my ***** uneven because
when I look down—
What are you thinking about?
Almonds. They
taste like cyanide.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 11:11 PM UTC