#timemachine
The Gentle Carpenter's Time-Mallett
(Theoretical Physics Professor Ronald Mallett)
Apollo is relative to Phobos and Mars.
The Soviets did want the Moon
Honoring the god of war!
So Apollo touched Diana
But mostly out of Fear!!
But one thing I'm liking mighty fine!
It is Cupid and Psyche who are conquering Time!
Eight years old:
His Father dead!
The wraith of cruel tobacco
Still stenching his curly head!
Agony for a little Boy
All the age of 8!!!
Yet he followed Cupid's ways
Not the ways of Mars and hate.
Determined, little, ebony Boy
One day took a look
At a bit of colored paper;
A Classic Comic book.
A life of dreaming wondrous dreams!
Strange Loner so he seemed to be.
But days and nights and years of thinking hard!
Then breakthrough!
Frame-dragging was the key!
But Reality is what it is.
Can't go back far enough to rescue Father!
When he learned it can't be done
He must have wondered why he'd bothered!
But what one Great soul imagines
Another soul can do.
And not just Verne and H.G Wells
But Isaiah, John and Jesus too!
The Cosmos runs a circle-course
Wraps Space-Time round the Universe,
So Humanity still has a crack
To get its lost and loved ones back.
And Heaven's just a giant cube
About 4840 cubits*
And Scientists will build that cube
For Faith and Science tango-dance
As Psyche does with Cupid!
What a sight that it will be!
(Us Uploaded, safe and fancy free!)
So Papa's safe: I guarantee!
*Revelation 21:16
Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 2:23 PM UTC
i've seen my lover's death
countless of times
her unconscious figure lain;
pooling blood the color of her hair --
rewinding time's arms
my fingers shall bare pain
to taste the sweet petrichor
that surrounds her once more.
to die is vain
and to love an honor -
prickly rose to a chest
i keep chasing the hour you've gone.
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 3:25 AM UTC
Would the best Historian
plan, build, and create
a real working time machine
risking life and limb and pride
to experience his beloved History firsthand
or
Would the best Historian
seeing this machine
laugh then smile
and simply say
no thank you sir
I do not need my body there
my minds been there for years
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 5:26 PM UTC
Time keeps moving forward,
But I am in the same place as yesterday.
Everything evolved in the span of two days,
But has my heart? Has my soul?
My mind is a time machine
Swinging between the past and the future.
When will it learn to live in the present?
When will I make the best of today?
Hopefully tomorrow
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 4:53 AM UTC
Many a times, when I am alone
I just find myself thinking of the fun
Collecting pouring water, drenching in the rain
Sailing my paper boats in the small drain
Catching in matchboxes frogs from puddles of water,
And throwing them on young and old with giggles and smiles
Smearing the silver, golden color on my friends
Of the butterflies that we picked in the sunny garden
Feasting on dollops of homemade icecreams and chuskies (ice lollies)
Listening to stories of kings n demons by granny
How could I forget hat fight with parents
To stay awake all night during summer or winter break
To watch uncountable movies on the rented video recorder
Or to read Agatha Christie, Enid Blyton in just one sitting
There was a different story all the time
for each of my tantrums and fantasies alike
And a unique reason for enjoying every season
Oh! How I wish I could have a time machine
To take me back to my childhood innocence
I really miss being a little kid O my Lord!
With no stress, worries or care in the world...!!!
© Neeloo 'NeelPari'
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 1:22 PM UTC
Has my soul woundered around in many different time lines
Trying to escape a reality that I have never wanted to see.
Trying to predict a future with out you.
The bad descions have been coming back to bite me again.
Karma has finally made it's descion to hit me.
Asking my self the same questions over an over again,
Drowning my self in a bottle of Scotch.
Asking my self on replay
Would I jump to the past to change things?
Or should I stay an have another dance with the devil?
BY ERS
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 7:32 PM UTC
Id go back to the first moment
Where your eyes shined brighter
When your lips curls up everytime
you called my name
When your hands never grew tired
holding mine
As Cigarettes were my yesterday's comfort habit ,
I got addicted to you more.
I used to think love tasted sweeter
the longer you stay
This time I need that time machine
to get another taste .
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 11:44 PM UTC
They say time machines don't exist,
but whenever I'm with you,
Time seems to fly by.
And when I'm not,
seconds turn into minutes.
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 3:54 PM UTC
There are some questions reserved
A few doubts preserved
In my actions
In my words
In my mind
My pen I find
scribbles all that is in my pretty little mind
Old days, I to myself do remind
The 'time machine' as I rewind
Yes I do write
without elements of bias & fright
Yes I do write
differentiating between the wrong & right
Yes I do write
with all fun and sheer delight
Yes I do write
my expressions that may be wrong or right
Yes I do write
What I have seen
The places where I have been
My pen my lucky charm
My diary kept me away from evils & harm
In fact I grew up in their arm .
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 8:46 AM UTC