My Calloused Brain (c) 2017 Vernon Miles Kerr Others meditate And claim inspiration: “Relax; focus on your breathing, Wait for enlightenment.” I’ve waited… And waited… But nothing— Except embarrassment For failing at their game. I view the magic in Nature, Knowing that I should feel awe, Be inspired, Well I am, Intellectually. But… Read More Poetry | My Calloused Brain
Louis xvi © 2017 Vernon Miles Kerr There’s smugness in those Who’ve attained absolute power, Blindness to history, A misplaced egomania: “I’m so unique and great I’ll be the first to avoid that fate.” His wife said “No bread? Then call for cake,” More in ignorance than disdain, But still, she later viewed the… Read More Poetry | Louis xvi
A Rant About Apple (c) 2017 Vernon Miles Kerr I standardized my consulting firm on Apple Computers 15 years ago. Now retired, we have a house full of Apple devices. In my consultancy as a programmer/software configuration manager, I had to deal with my clients’ Windows machines. The Apples in my own home are still a… Read More Rhetoric | A Rant About Apple
All That Is © 2017 Vernon Miles Kerr I have concluded, or nearly so, That Intelligent design Is in the Universe, or Universes, Stacked one upon another In some frequency-variant Set of substrates of reality— Ad infinitum. Not because of That random-seeming Toss of thousands of millions of Galaxies within the limits Of… Read More Poetry | All That Is
The Cosmos as Creation © 2017 Vernon Miles Kerr If a supreme intelligence created our Universe it deliberately gave its creation limits. Things set in motion tend to slow down. Heat tends to cool. Living beings are born, thrive, grow and then, as they age, begin to deteriorate, slow down and die. Whole species… Read More Rhetoric | The Cosmos as Creation
Life Is… © 2017 Vernon Miles Kerr Life is a flute of champagne. We are the twinkling bubbles Streaming upward, Spattering into oblivion at the top. We are born, We rise through life’s events Then we burst. Gone. Nothing. But new bubbles always replace us, For the moment. Life is the tip of… Read More Poetry | Life is. . .
The Bells of Filene’s © 2017 Vernon Miles Kerr Any Boston afternoon, Downtown Crossing’s canyons Surge with cars and shoppers. Walk-Don’t Walk, Thousands of feet shuffle. Screeching on Red, Honking on Green, Buses and Ducks Trailing smokescreens. A faint tinkle penetrates The cacophony. The City pauses, Takes a breath, And listens. The Bells… Read More Poetry | The Bells of Filene’s