Eureka! - I have found it!
quote by Archimedes
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The most exciting phrase to hear in science, the one that heralds new discoveries, is not 'Eureka' (I found it) but 'That's funny ...'
quote by Isaac Asimov
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Christmas Fun
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 dong 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 dong 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.
poem by Joseph C Ogbonna (19 December 2021)
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Of The Lost
Have you ever had that eureka moment.
Where something has been found.
Insufficient in importance.
But it still brings a smile on your face.
You're about ready to pat yourself on your back.
But then you realize you lost something else.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Dear Comrade! Erik. Solheim
I too like to hide in your kite's tail
And see a better world from a high.
If the whole world rules by a joker
What a pity instead of a tyrant?
Our children die everywhere kicking the Land mines
And they are very brave sometimes.
They knew your old fox's story
About the bitter grapes,
Not only that,
Pi! A Greek letter used as a symbol for the ratio of a Circle's circumference
To its Diameter. (About 3.14)
They sing the old song of Archimedes 'Eureka! Eureka!' uproariously.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Australia's Forgotten Flag
Oh! the Cross of deepest blue,
With the bright stars shining through,
That was raised, my sons, for you,
On a skirt of purest whiteness long ago,
Long ago,
Long ago,
On the field of far Eureka long ago.
Oh! the girl that sewed the silk,
Blue as skies and white as milk,
(Jeanie Scotland – of that ilk)
In the hut there by Eureka long ago –
Years agone –
Auld Lang Syne –
With her young dead digger sweetheart on Eureka long ago.
Oh! the prayer the diggers said,
With the Southern Cross o'erhead!
It is whispered by the dead –
In the graveyard by Eureka whispered still –
Whispered still,
Murmured still,
By the shades that haunt Eureka murmured still.
Oh! the brother and the mate,
In the bonds of love and hate,
Ah! the help that came too late,
When the diggers marched from Creswick to the dawn,
Years agone!
Long years gone,
Oh! the midnight march from Creswick to Eureka and the dawn!
Few, and taken by surprise,
Oh! the mist that hid the skies –
And the steel in diggers' eyes –
Sunday morning in September long ago;
And they grapple and they strike –
With the pick-handle and pike –
Twenty minutes freed Australia at Eureka long ago.
For the leader won his crown,
Though the flag was trampled down,
For it rose in Melbourne town,
Oh, it rose in Melbourne city that same year,
With a clear
Ringing cheer
Oh! it floated high in Melbourne that same year.
When the London strikers starved,
While old England's roast was carved,
And our loaf with them was halved,
Then they bore our flag through London wreathed in flowers,
Wreathed in flowers,
Wreathed in flowers,
In the dreary streets of London, brightest spot in those dark hours.
They have stained it mongrel red,
And the stars are dull and dead,
With a northern cross instead,
Oh. the bloodstain like a red star long ago,
Long ago –
Long ago –
Oh! the red star that was bloodstain on the goldfields long ago.
We're divided – we are curst,
By the paltriest and worst,
Parties striving to be first.
But the shots from far Eureka echo yet,
Echo yet, –
Echo yet.
And they rattle round my window in the wet.
Flag and banner of my dreams!
The time is not as it seems,
And the tide of freedom streams
With the spirit of the people over all.
We shall raise the bright flag yet,
Ne'er to falter or forget,
And 'twill go through many battles ne'er to fall.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Eureka Pile
I seem to find myself each time I run away
Dont give me vivid in some yester body (selling) days ?
Sometimes they reappear just like the sands of time
Or dya like some quick sand baby running off my summer wine
Same faces broken homes
Those memories have fled
All tears within me now are dormant or dead
My viens are bursting with a thirst that you cannot ignore
Alright eurekas pile
Now my saviour, or my whore
Theres a lot that they dont mind when things arent what they seem
I always wake up baby cos I always wake up me
My life may aint come to much
Ignore my history
Least my eureka pile can see some way I feel
Aint the way I see (* 2)
My eureka pile and me.
song performed by by Ministry
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Ned Kelly Is Proud
It's a sad sad day...
Our land, being taken from us
No care for the future..
They; take and taking,
Government balls deep'n
the miners; shut up money
A beaut dummy!
What would old Ned think?
What would old Ned do?
Eureka; those Legends!
Young Ned grew up to, truly awed..
Those Old fellas swore an Oath
under our Southern Cross..
' stand truly by each other and
fight to defend our rights and liberties '
Ned and the Eureka mob; laughing at
you young fella's! Struttin around, pill poppin
Loose pizzles, Straight off the production floor,
Medicured with your tough stickers...
Wearing my Mask; our Southern Cross displayed for all...
Have you earned IT? ? ? ?
It's a sad sad day...
Our LAND, being TAKEN from US! !
Young Fella's....
Where are' YOU 'at the Marches, why are
you NOT at your neighbors side...
Bash'n each other?
It's not your fault! ! ! ! ! !
Simple Solutions
When I was a young man, I
used to ask this question.
“Words are the tools of my trade.
What am I? ”
A simple succinct question.
No one ever knew the answer,
I am about to impart to you.
“A poet. A man to whom
words are sacred.”
Now I am old born old, and I
have a question, to ask of you!
“What is the quintessential value
of the entire human race? ”
“quintessence, from Latin quinta essentia, fifth essence!
The highest essence,
that coming after the four elements
forming the substance of the heavenly bodies,
the pure essence of any substance.”
? /? /? /? /? /? /? /? /?
guess
guess
guess
yet still uncertain
or do you know?
Did you work this out
with your amazing
astonishing powers
focusing reasoning?
Or was it a moments inspiration?
A moment of eureka?
A transcendental moment?
“eureka, from Greek heureka, ‘I have found it’
Cry of triumph at a discovery. The exclamation
(‘I have found it’) uttered by Archimedes
when he discovered the means of determining
(by specific gravity) the proportion of base
metal in Hiero’s crown.” Purity of gold in a crown.
Simple solutions achieved after great exoneration.
A testament to ideals applied in time well spent.
Race quest is to overcome
feeble foolishness typifying youth
and sudden ignorance judgements
defining limited intellect.
Upward psychospiritual ascent
widening expression
achieves instant (intellectual?)
cosmic all knowing
translating latent
unconscious collective thought
into intuitions awareness
creation nurturing new
psychological and social organizations
resonating critical mass,
higher guidance, aspirations
inherent in luminous divine spark.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Long live our king! (a skit poetry)
Among the rats, the king asked his subjects
to democratise education in his la, la land
with the best intention to make them understand
the essence of the ‘king' but Karl raised the
validity of teaching English in their country
but the ghost of globalisation out of the grave
to hover in every sphere including science
and technology, Komsky from the first world
with a heart of that third, a sympathiser of the
poor and the hater of the war, had an effective
mechanism to bring equilibrium in society eroding
away inequality, the head of the powerful committee
Pack brought out in a nick of time from the neck of
the jar of nectar : learning to know, learning to do,
learning to be, learning to live together; eureka! Eureka!
jumped up the king and started shouting ‘education for
all and all are allowed to access education, equality and
justice for all except the king as he is the head of the state
among us equals'
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Scientific Leaps
quantum leaps
eureka moments
spice scientific
poem by Terence George Craddock
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And So Found Dawn
it was in doubt
that i found faith.
it was in forgiveness
that i found forgiveness.
it was in loss
that i found passion.
it was in suffering
that i found understanding.
it was in letting go
that i found freedom.
it was in the mirror
that i found prayer.
it was in darkness
that i found light.
it was in jail
that i found dignity.
it was in addiction
that i found determination.
it was in giving
that i found love.
it was in fighting
that i found reason.
it was in reason
that i found dissatifaction.
it was in questioning
that i found truth.
it was in truth
that i found the need for silence.
it was in silence
that i found kindness.
it was in working
that i found respect.
it was in respect
that i found acceptance.
it was in living
that i found god.
it was in god
that i found the need to touch.
it was in caring.
that i got dirty...
and so found dawn...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The most exciting phrase to hear in science, the one that heralds new discoveries, is not 'Eureka!' but 'That's funny...'
quote by Isaac Asimov
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Rock Star
I sing, you sing too but I shall not sing
Like you, you, the king rocking blockbuster
Jumping rock star with a manipulated tune
You have spiral demand in the market cheap
and duplicate.You shout eureka, eureka as if
you got the Latest and biggest diamond, truth,
I do not have lower cased mind to spread the
hand to beg the pearl manufactured in cocktail
glass to drink to jump like a frog out of the pond
to challenge the elephant- the central bank.
Reason- logic, the captive children of your
myopic mind, your rhythm of reality Is the
unfertile arid land bereft of sound imagination
the slave of the grotesque illogical dimensions.
I know the bird, in you, the mother of great falsehood
singing the song sweetest of truth as the cage- bird sings
the sweetest songs of freedom.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Gutted
Now where did I put it
it must be here somewhere
could it be down the sofa
or the back of that big chair?
Maybe it slipped out of my jeans
when I was tending the flowerbed
I know I'll look around the garden
but did I leave it in the shed?
I've looked all over the place
searched every cupboard and drawer
I hope the dog hasn't chewed it up
he'll eat anything that's left on the floor.
EUREKA! I've found my Euro millions ticket
And I'm so happy and glad that I did
because I've got all of the winning numbers
I've won twenty million quid!
So why then aren't I really happy
and jumping about in a wild and crazy state?
well I did have all the correct numbers
but alas, it was for the wrong bloody date!
poem by Kevin Halls
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It Is All About You....for Jiji
i think, i know now
the secret of your
maturity, the terminal
station of your
final growth, that which
you accept yourself,
wash it, your whole soul
with tears,
mourn for days, unable to
swallow food,
sweating out
insecurities, shedding off
pretensions, laugh,
scream, run as though it is
the last day of your life,
stop, sing, dance,
eat, pray,
and then you still find yourself
all alone,
meditate, arrive at a destination,
and say,
this is it,
eureka, you find finally what
you did not look for,
it is ugly, but it is true,
and you embrace it
like the memory of your long
dead mother,
it is,
and you are so silent
there is this sanctity
of yourself assuring
yourself that
everything is alright
that now everything is true,
real,
tangible, warm, alive,
beating,
loud, clear, flowing,
rivers and seas join
in the celebration,
choir of clouds
pools of moons,
mighty suns, all universe in
oneness
to accept yourself
as you are,
you have taken the leap
into the peace
of your own pool,
eureka,
and then the silence and then the
long walk
and then finally you are
home.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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People think of these eureka moments and my feeling is that they tend to be little things, a little realisation and then a little realisation built on that.
quote by Roger Penrose
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Work grows out of other work, and there are very few eureka moments.
quote by Anish Kapoor
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Conceptions New Perspectives
I've never looked at it that way
is vision seeing with new eyes
new conceptions new perspectives.
I'm saving eureka flash insight
experiences perceived are next
step in kaleidoscopic visions.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Safe In Mind (Chris Gross Remix)
Don't you go to turn around
i know the moon hands tied us
Can you find where hides the love
Breathing down your neck...
Someone's found a way
Someone's found a way
Someone's found a way
Someone's found a way
Someone's found a way
Someone's found a way
Someone's found a way
Someone's found a way
I see the moon, the moon sees
All that i do is twist in the unreal
Someone's found a way
To break into my mind
Someone's found a way
To break into my mind
Someone's found a way
To break into my mind
Someone's found a way
To break into my mind
(Someone's found a way...)
....To break into my mind....
Aaaahhh...
Aaaahhhh...
live's a gun that's always pointing
live's a gun that's pointing in my face
(Someone's found a way...)
(Someone's found a way...)
(Someone's found a way...)
(Someone's found a way...)
Aaaahhh...
(Someone's found a way...)
(Someone's found a way...)
(Someone's found a way...)
Aaaahhhh...
(Someone's found a way...)
(Someone's found a way...)
(Someone's found a way...)
Aaaahhh...
Someone's found a way...
Someone's found a way...
Aaaahhh...
Someone's found a way...
Someone's found a way...
(To break into my mind...)
(To break into my mind...)
I like...
The street, the smells
The sense of the underworld
Sometimes you come face to face with yourself
song performed by by Unkle
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Just One Of Those Mornings
I woke up this morning in a confused state
and found myself part of a huge mistake.
Here I was amidst a time contradiction,
which left its telling to pure prediction.
I thought I was in another dimension,
where chaos ruled by deliberate intension.
What is the correct time I repeatedly asked myself
the wall clocks all differ to the one on the shelf.
Our mobile phones display different times
and the microwave clock is an hour behind.
I'll check with Sky news, their clocks always on,
but why do some show that an hour has gone?
My mind is searching for a rational explanation,
be logical I thought after some deliberation.
My eureka moment came when my head cleared,
thank God an hour gets lost only once a year.
poem by Orlando Belo
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