"faraday" poems
i chanced to see a
tin foil car
in the library parking lot
yesterday
the carpet, molding, side panels
all removed
tin foil
had been duct taped
on every surface that
was not glass
even the shift ****
and the steering wheel
wrapped and wrapped
in tin foil
a Volkswagen Faraday cage
i searched the faces
of the people about me
would it not be obvious who
would drive around in a
Faraday cage
listening to voices
chasing around
their mind
tin foil car
reading Julian Huxley
and muttering about telepathy
or reading Faraday to get rid
of those nagging radio-frequency
electromagnetic radiation signals
in a hollow conductor
but, then why leave the radio in the car
Dec 15, 2011
Dec 15, 2011 at 9:44 AM UTC
the easiest art to abuse is poetry,
after your posed ****
**** **** cheeks
in self-e mode, the easiest
mode to grasp is to a
likened drowning man
grasping for a razor blade...
odd not enough sketches
of the cheeks... but about
how the everyday would play
out after the act...
i just like watching the smoke
of a cigarette breathed out
into cold air like watching rain
clouds disperse for a shot of light;
not that the missed fifth element
of the greeks was electricity
for the pentagonal man of sight sense
taste sense, touch sense, heard sense,
scent sense, and with the fifth element
the sense of thought: dual via either
rational or irrational choice...
so polarised by it that it touched
us like fire's scorch or water's bathed
wrinkled geese, or wind-blown hair,
or earthed body parts in ashes...
because if electricity was not the fifth
missing element, we'd not be taking
anti-insomnia sleeping pills:
we'd be unaffected...
prometheus got away clinging
to a giant hawk that ate his liver once...
but michael faraday got the electric chair
to keep his hairstyle in hedgehog mode
buzzing eureka after eureka.
electricity, or synthetic light
does not allow man to congregate like
man once did round a camp fire for a story...
electricity that synthetic light allows
us to congregate... but only as tourists...
not as storytellers.
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 9:41 PM UTC
Your smile is like a drop of honey
Your laugh is like a Resurrection Stone
Because it can bring people back from the dead
Your voice is like one of the symphonies composed by Beethoven
If looks could ****
I would probably be dead by now
If I were to make eye contact with you, that is!
Hey, I was just kidding!!
But yes, your glare is so intense
That it can even force Lord Voldemort
To fall at your feet
And beg for mercy
Thus giving him a taste of his own medicine!!!
Your expressions keep changing
Like the colours of a chameleon
If someone were to wake you up
In the middle of the night
And force you to act
You would do it as naturally
As flying comes to Harry Potter
Yet, in spite of all the fame and glamour in your life
You are as humble as Michael Faraday
With a heart as pure as that of Goddess Sita
Again just kidding, you are as human as I am
Only infinitely more beautiful
From the outside as well as from the inside
And I am extremely thankful to you
Not only for your movies
But also for inspiring me to write better poetry
In a way that even William Wordsworth wouldn't have been able to pull off!!!
Sep 18, 2023
Sep 18, 2023 at 3:14 AM UTC
every, day,
i chew and mull my tongue,
whenever i should be caught
thinking, i eat my tongue
so that i might not
be turned
into a Prometheus
or that Michael Faraday
of bringing back
electricity from Olympus:
electricity and insomnia...
you can find me these days,
chewing my tongue,
chewing it numb, chewing it
to laugh at others,
making a directing pointer,
a stick instead, more compass
arrow instructing you to be on your way -
than tongue in cheek, or a method to speak.
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 1:13 PM UTC
Let us remember Aristillus & Timocharis,
Like Halley & Galileo.
Of Zhang Heng & Dao Lee,
Like Newton & Max Born.
Of Werner & Yermolyeva,
Like Curie & Oppenheimer.
Of Paracelus & Fredrick Banting,
Like Tesla & Pythagoras.
Of Richard Feynman & André Ampère,
Like Michael Faraday & Benjamin Franklin.
Of Payne-Gaposchkin & Joseph Swan,
Like Ignacy Łukasiewicz & Kikunae Ikeda.
Of Takamine Jōkichi & Berners-Lee,
Like Robert Hooke & Gutenberg.
Of Talos Attalus & Perrilus,
Like William Bullock & Franz Reichelt.
Of Abū Bakr al-Rāzī & Ibn al-Haytham,
Like Archimedes & Johannes Kepler.
Of Aldini & Henry Russell,
Like Edison & Graham Bell.
Of Carl Bosch & Richard Fiedler,
Like Mr. Hyde & Dr. Jekyll.
Of Brokkr & Sindri,
Like Gullinbursti & Hephaestus.
Feb 9, 2025
Feb 9, 2025 at 11:00 AM UTC
I remember the first day of primary
As if it were yesterday
But it’s only a memory
Now I learn of Faraday
I used to be afraid of the dark
But now I can’t sleep without it
The times I read about Noah’s ark
Are long gone, now buried in work I sit.
Where did the time go?
Why do I mourn my child’s death?
When I still feel his feelings, his presence?
When did I grow up so fast?
Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 5:22 PM UTC
i'm standing, semi-drunk before the mirror
washing my teeth with
a pea-sized dollop of toothpaste -
and i'm meßmerißed...
it's hard to tell when blonde hair
ends, and when the grey hair begins...
but i'm standing there, and it's just
poking me in the eye with a wet thumb...
i can't dismiss it...
it's glaring right back at me...
my first grey hair...
and it's not in my hair,
but in my beard...
finally!
i've wizened!
the one grey hair and
it's not on my head, but on my cheek...
well: if you're semi-drunk it really does
become spectacular...
grey hair...
is that like
trying to remember the first time you had an ********
or something?
in all honesty i don't know what
to make of being a mortal creature...
everything these days is to turtle-paced
that i'm wondering: will 90 even matter?
i can give up aged 35...
it won't matter... so many more years
having no point in prescribing a point via
watching television...
can i go back to the era of prometheus?
no? ********
when thomas jefferson stole zeus'
lightning rod and made the lightbulb it was certain:
insomnia would turn out in a rampant horde
of people: once the fire warmed, now
the lightning is pulverising our eyes into being
constant awake... michael faraday though...
the godfather...
today was just that:
peter pan woke up and noticed a grey hair in
his beard and thought: finally!
the never land! i'm being saved from
the concept of forever land!
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 10:36 AM UTC
kinesiology, its the way she touches me
and maybe it's feeling now, god.
i used to read the books where she would tell him
his fingertips felt electrical.
not faraday or franklin,
she is a genius without them.
she is the field, and the circuit
and i want to be her switch.
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 4:46 PM UTC
Lawrence Hall
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A Faraday Cage of the Mind
The dwarfs are for the dwarfs
-C. S. Lewis, The Last Battle
They wire themselves into a Faraday cage
As they make ossification great again
Raising their hands not in salutes but in fists
Their voices not in hymns but in foul hate
They wire themselves into a Faraday cage
Hug to themselves a past that never was
And circulate deception among themselves
In closed incestuous loops of rumors and chants
They wire themselves into a Faraday cage
So that a genuine thought will never penetrate
Jun 10, 2021
Jun 10, 2021 at 9:20 AM UTC
Unraveller of
invisible riddles,
demystifying scribe
of Faraday’s theatrics.
His, unlocking the
cage and waves of light
made Einstein special,
and the universe an ocean
of gravitational
waves, forever rippling.
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 12:30 AM UTC
We have built for ourselves a Faraday cage
And locked ourselves inside; no rays can touch
Our souls codified in magnetic strips
The Good, the True, and the Beautiful in chips
No ray, no beam, no pulse can penetrate
The protection racket of secret codes
(Except when they ****** well can and do)
While we posture behind scientific wires
Passive self-destruction is all the rage
For this
We have built for ourselves a Faraday cage
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 3:41 PM UTC
Sometimes i wonder of waht use is going to school,
And i ponder what knowledge we gain in books,
This tin called life tied a Father's brain loose,
So tell me waht else you expecting of a son too,
after going to d university you still have to learn life as a lesson,
This point gat me thinking if disappointment is a blessing.
I just failed jamb the fourth time, should i write once again,
But from your point of view, explain #HOW_USELESS_IS_MA_BRAIN.
But also don't forget i have the same head with bill gate.
Experience is the best teacher, who can help me narrate??
Life is the greatest teacher, these words i can"t just debate,
Lined with several opportunities, how do i even relate,
We try to reach it n we lose it, how do we recreate,
How do we reach it when our hands are tied in chains,
The more we reach the more we reach in vain,
All dis pain goes deep and cause a twitch in brain,
Opportunity ain't for the poor that's waht the rich says...
Now i just learn wisdom done come wit age,
Same thing that makes Zuckerberg sit n talk with gates,
I lied to myself n said there's alot of opportunities up in states,
My mind of states told me shut up you fail to use your brain,
Then i roll up some **** if they would help me rethink,
Pick up a bottle, sip up some gin,
So I could fall asleep,
Then i woke up with hiccups, and my thoughts widening,
Pick up my laptop, well m don hiding,
Signed up for Air Force, hope i get a safe landing,
Waited for months, because that was ma only option,
When d result came,am ****** i failed again,
Tell me #HOW_USLESS_IS_MY_BRAIN??
Now m imprisoned in my mind, who's gonna bail,
These storms of life, how do i even sail,
In this race of life, how do i cross the finish lane,
But m confused, if failure helps you succeed maybe i should just fail again,
Every time i tried to proceed life just hit the breaks again,
Opportunity comes but once that's the lie they say,
Wake up son Faraday tried 100 times didn't you hear the tale??
But i'm thinking of quitting why cant i b like Faraday??
If per adventure I quit, will that help me make the fame,
This got me entangled n engulfed in the irony of words that says,
if I don't quit #HOW_USELESS_IS_MA_BRAIN??
Dec 25, 2019
Dec 25, 2019 at 5:29 PM UTC