For the Nation Twelve score and ten years ago,the British settlers of this abundant landtook matters into their own handsand demanded that King George leave them beand set them free. From the Massachusetts Bay to Georgia’s red clay,from Philadelphia’s philosophersto Virginia’s founding elites,cries of freedom were everywherelike a relentless drumbeat. Common sense and self-evident truthswere …
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One last poem by turbulence / numerics researcher Prof. Brian Spalding I shall have no regrets when I am dead. Of deadlines none will matter but my own. Unwritten papers? Hopelessly misled. Inheritors? All claimants I’ll disown. Yet hope, while still alive, there’ll be but few Who think: I was a fool to trust him. …
ONCE more the gate behind me falls;Once more before my faceI see the moulder’d Abbey-walls,That stand within the chace.Beyond the lodge the city lies,Beneath its drift of smoke;And ah! with what delighted eyesI turn to yonder oak. For when my passion first began,Ere that, which in me burn’d,The love, that makes me thrice a man,Could …
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,With conquering limbs astride from land to land;Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall standA mighty woman with a torch, whose flameIs the imprisoned lightning, and her nameMother of Exiles. From her beacon-handGlows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes commandThe air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.Keep, ancient lands, your …
A combination of Carroll’s famous poem at the Tea Party flying high in van Gogh’s Starry Night. Twinkle, twinkle, little bat, How I wonder where you’re at, Over rooftops, fields, and spires, Beneath the sky that never tires. Casting shadows, broad and deep, Over quiet towns asleep, Like a comet, you draw near, In the …
Silent are the caverns of the wind, But within them, a secret lies pinned Like Pandora’s box, locked up tight Holding within, a glimmer of light For in these tunnels, dreams did reside And hope for the future, they did provide But like Pandora’s box, they were lost Their secrets stolen, at a great cost …
In the skies above, a tempest swirls,Its winds, a cascade of power unfurled. Turbulence, a beast with might so true, Its roars, a symphony in shades of blue. The winds, the rain, the lightning’s bright gleam, A show of strength, a testament supreme. Turbulence, cascade, and acoustics play, A performance, unmatched, in skies so grey. …
