My Plot Line

You think I’m a man

who follows a plan.

Well, sure, I suppose

I have some of those.

But I am at heart

a flawed work of art.

For I am a story,

a proof of the glory

of Him who forgives,

who died and yet lives,

whose loving embrace,

delivers His grace.

When I’m at my ending,

worn out past the mending,

says Doc, “Pull the plug”:

Just give me a hug

and turn loose of me.

I’ve somewhere to be!

Copyright ©2020, Paul H. Harder II

This poem is licensed under a Creative Commons BY-NC-ND 4.0 License.

The Fifth Force

The strong, the weak, EM, and grav

are not the only ones we have.

The fifth and strongest basic force

I claim is comedy, of course.

This force's boson, I shall call

the lafon, not to be banal.

It has a spin that's integer,

but ultra-huge and dizzier.

The lafon’s mass is still in doubt,

though folks have tried to find it out.

It seems immune from gravity,

yet often falls disastrously.

Some lafons carry charge or charm,

and some set off bad taste alarms.

They travel at the speed of light

or sometimes fail to take their flight.

Most quantum folks who've had this thought

contend that, in addition, ought

another particle comport,

neutrino of the lafon sort.

This poem's a lafino.

Copyright ©2020, Paul H. Harder II

This poem is licensed under a Creative Commons BY-NC-ND 4.0 License.

This poem is just for fun. It was inspired by an episode of the podcast Daniel and Jorge Explain the Universe – in particular, by the corny humor that the hosts use (and which I love).

Beyond the Page

Twixt seventeen and wintergreen,

and where one scarce conceives,

there lies a land I’ve often seen,

where gentle magic weaves;

and having once beheld the scene,

one never fully leaves.

A way to get there can be found

by anyone who looks.

The paths are many and abound

in myriad happy nooks

that frequent readers see all round,

throughout their favorite books.

Copyright ©2019, Paul H. Harder II

This poem is licensed under a Creative Commons BY-NC-ND 4.0 License.