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 With absolute power, A blindness to history, Unwarranted ego-philia: “I’m so unique and great I’ll be the first to avoid that fate.” Louie’s wife said “No bread? Then call for cake,” More in ignorance than disdain, But later saw the torches coming… Read More Poetry | Louis xvi
All That Is © 2017, 2018 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, in profundis. Not because of that random-seeming Toss of thousands of millions of Galaxies Within the limits… 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. . .