FEATURE ARTICLE

Saturday, June 23, 2018
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Arizona, USA
STEPHEN HAWKINS' BODY INTERRED! (Poem)

is body was interred
Like a king in the village of august.
The graveyard of alchemists
Received intellectuals tomb.
Hawkins was a famous humorist.

Stephen blew out like a candle
From the whirlwinds of geniuses.
He was agile-able-disabled
In a cerebral society.
The physicist demise was
A big bang in the mind
Of his fecund-like-minds.

One hundreds or more years
From now, Stephen Hawkins
will be remembered
Like Albert Einstein.
His ingenuity will paint
Our subconscious minds
Like a clouded sky.

Stephen Hawkins was a nymph
In the comity of laureates.
He festered his generation like
Sigmund Freud fecundity
And witticisms.

Stephen Hawkins goes
To the black Hole of esoteric.
He's gone to fraternize
With his kindred Spirits.

One hundred years from now.
Two hundred years from now.
Hawkins' enigmatic voice
And mysterious figure
Will continue to adore and trigger
Our intellectual excursions.


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