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Probabilities

Probabilities


fallen fruit exists
earthen harvest and ground meet
jars in the pantry

07-24-2014

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Half Mast


Can one count the pieces of a broken heart? 
Can a flag half staff proudly wave?
Will kites still rise in staccato weather,
or partial freedom be less than a slave?

Explain this measure of a hearts half beat
wind that blows yet never reaches the trees
the disfigured countenance of a dreamers disgrace
how half body dreams cry imbalance in between 

Tarnished stains of unpolished silver
 flyblown details of a life unabridged
groping for a fortress forged by slivers
unfit by the stages between and betwixt 

shifting weight from east to west
dodging shadows of intent and neglect
standing at the post where the middle never met
like a chromosome missing beholding whats left

Oh to be pregnant with hope 
then giving birth to a portion revoked
How does one survive the division 
of two halves opposing a whole

What brightness can a light once shining
affect through half of a soul?
and where is the joy in knowing
without two halves you'll never be whole? 

A heart scattered in fractions
equations refusing an algorithms find
These are the conundrums which riddle
and the factors left baffling the span of time

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Met-a-Four

“Met-a-Four”


I “met a four”
when I was three
and oh the things
it did to me
and fingers counting
one-two- three.
When the four
brought in a five
all my counting fingers
came alive.
Reaching for the
other hand
said “times two”
is oh so grand.
They ran through
six, then seven – eight
danced with the nine
to celebrate.
Then the quantum leap
to ten
and shouts of 
let’s do it again.
Somehow the
ones and two and threes
increase in size
exponentially.
Still, my fingers are
mathematically smitten
seeking warmth
within a mitten.


John G. Lawless
12/4/2014

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I Didn't Do My Math Homework

I didn’t do my math homework!
I watched T.V instead!
I better come up with an excuse... and quick!
Or else I’m surely dead!

My brother tore it!
It’s in the garbage!
Mom says it causes brain damage!

My power was out!
I had the flu!
I was having trouble excreting my poo!

You know, why even bother?
My excuses are so lame!
I know! My dog ate my homework!
Now to find a dog I can blame...

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Math

Why do we need math?
Because it puts us on a narrow path.
Even though it sometimes makes you swell up in wrath.
To most,
Math just causes you stress, 
But thats not the case.
Its a workers base,
Math is in every place.
Math doesn't have a realistic face,
But when it is used,
It leaves a remarkable trace!

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Deep Low Math

Deep Low Math


Divide the 1st number by nothing, Undefined,
That’s the meaning of TRUE LOVE,
Even the highest integer in a form of positive,
Cannot explain why this thing is greater than any negative

When you expand this formula of “X”, and why?
Why this “X” is = to 1 + 1 is = to us?
What is our common factor? Let me tell you in a simplest form,
Our destiny is collinear and coplanar
Parallel wherever we are

In the start, connection is at the end of Hypotenuse,
Problems make us become variables,
Inequalities make us strong,
But I found out that ½ of my heart fits yours, I chose,

Our life is an equation, we connect like a proportion
Whether our time acts like an acute,
100 % I will give it all just for you,

Our hands intersect with each other
Its so perpendicular as our eyes knew it better
And as I push the number 8 into the ground
It became infinity the sign of my heart

76 + 67 is in commutative Property
Where N is = to 143
These are words that I just want to say,
Let us make a perfect love story using the square root
Of the prime tree, as I say,
Please let me stay with you, Forever and ever, EVERYDAY

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Number Poem

five steps, and i’m near you
one touch is all you got to do
not one thing you’re gonna say
just that one touch is okay.

a dozen of matters to talk
just one word would make it fine
worried six times and more
i could only listen to four.

a room for fifty, a seat for one
you let them all in, and you’re left with none
in one heart, for two people
one would rejoice, the other would struggle.

for places and times and faces
that’s just all for one
never give in for another
if you got none under cover.

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Math in Life

Shapes of the Past.
Numbers of the Present
Variables of the Future.

Shapes are different for every little hand drawing them,
every grown-up touching them.
Sometimes they miss a point,
only later to remember and disappoint,
in finding it too late to mend,
that broken shape.

Numbers are the same every time you see them,
a constant in problems and mazes of wits.
Yet, with 1 careless mistake,
it changes, never to be fixed again,
because you wrote in pen,
with the confidence of a youth, 
the  bane and talent of adolescence.

Variables change every time you try to simplify them.
Yet they never change their appearance,
staying the same throughout.
Until that moment, 
reaching the last step,
they just become additional numbers,
that might be the right or wrong solution,
later confirmed with substitution.

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Just Some Highschool Math Problem

i am a possibility
of many possibilities
i am a ratio
an indecisive factor
in the rest of what this dimension has to offer

the world is a top
i spin it and predict the probability
that the end will equal the means
or perhaps surpass it
even if i never surpass this muck-up
these broken eardrums
and the inquisition of my empty head exclaiming empty words

and i don't even exist
especially to the solipsists, nihilists
and i no longer give a sh--
i am now officially some lazy apathetic prick

oh i could have been a possibility
but that possibility was so small
that you'd need a magnifying glass
and some tweezers

i am rust, oxified and tearing up
i am crust, the sh-- in the ring on the toilet
i am lust, but never just enough
i am bust

i am a loser without a leash and/or choke chain

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Maternal algorithms (poetry for moms and math nerds)

I am the sum of the ages
beginning before my mother,
before my grandmother,
and before my grandmother's mother.

I am the product of their matriarchal choices,
the quotient of their actions, reflections, and self-images.
I am the difference of their generations.

And I bequeath the equation of this inheritance
to the matrices of my living legacies.

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Simple Math using Relationships

Negativity isn't something to look for about a person when your soul searching,
People say, "don't look, let it come to you"
How would you find.. if you don't use your eyes to see & your mind to do...
How can you please someone when all your concern with is what they done,
One must see it in them to want to work out a problem then the other Adds on,
Now you two create problem solving, which makes the Sum,
Since there's nothing new under the sun then there's no problem about somebody too hard to overcome,
So when you recognize something like a Difference with them its easier just moving onto the next one,
Why waste your power of humbleness with someone that don't see one PLUS one equals to be a positive not a negative outcome.

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I know math therefore I am


 You think your smart
but I’m smarter too.
You think your bright
 but vision lacks within your sight.
Why say these things do I?
Because brighter smarter, I can sigh.
Dare not indignant ask me why.

Answer quick, I know
the means times square and pie
declare you to I.

These numbers smart do not make you.

Stunned and shocked to reevaluate and ask I am who?
If not a number calculator my self I find is not true.


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A golden rule

Why                                                                                           there's                           							                                 a God            Proportions                                                                                                    divine hand spirals.                                                                                                  He's shaping patterns not chaos.                                                                                    Artwork pleasing to the eye the golden rectangle.                                                     Clearly seen by His creation check your double helix in every cell. Not theory

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The Last Laugh

One of Life’s indisputable facts:
Government reserves the right to tax;
And tho’ they waste far more than they should,
It’s supposedly done “for the common good.”

Economists use the word “propensity,”
Just a fancy word for “odds”, you see:
The odds you’ll save, the odds you’ll spend,
And how many Tax Dollars those odds will rend.

The basis for U.S. government budgets is “Total Tax Dollars Collected”;
And any overtures to reduce those collections are summarily rejected;
And should a source of taxes have declined or dissipated,
Other taxes are increased and/or new taxes are created.

Many, if not most, of these taxes are “regressive”.
That means their actual impact on income is “progressive”...
But “progressive” in a very negative way.
Relatively speaking, the Less you make, the More you pay.

Whether you make it or sell it, need it or want it, Congress will tax it;
And, once a tax is on the books, Congress has zero “propensity” to relax it.
Congresses, Federal and State, love to tax Luxury and Sin;
Smoking Sinners have had their taxes raised again and again and again.

Cigarette taxes are frequently raised, the “claim” is to drive users to quit;
But Truth is measured in Billions in taxes, so we know supporters are “full of it.”
Meantime, Non-smokers reap many benefits, while Smokers foot the bill;
And if that should change, Non-smokers would taste a financially “bitter pill.”

Taxed and taxed and taxed some more, but not yet into submission,
Smokers could shift their tax burden to Non-smokers…without their permission.
Yes, what if one Fateful day, those Smoking Sinners, Each and Every one,
Just put them down and said, “I quit.”; said en masse, “We’re done!”

Congresses would be clamoring to derive Billions in Taxes elsewhere,
At first, Non-smokers may not realize the impact they’re about to bear.
When an industry dies, businesses and people’s jobs are lost…it’s true;
But all those Tax Dollars must come from somewhere...the likes of me and you.

So righteous, whining Non-smokers maintained their hue and cry.
Ever pushing Congresses to tax those Smoking Sinners… tax them ‘til they die;
But after quitting, Ex-Smokers would pay less, while Non-Smokers would pay more.
Guess Non-smokers didn’t think far enough ahead, didn’t really know the score.

All those dreary anti-smoking ads, many of which falsified the cause,
Would disappear.  And what about all the useless anti-smoking laws?
Instead of Non-smokers not liking Smokers, Ex-Smokers would serve instead.
"The bastards are costing me money. I wish they had smoked 'til they were dead."

So, Ex-smokers would be getting healthier and spending far less;
And may be cause for some Non-smokers’ financial distress.
While they ruefully pay more, Ex-smokers' pocket books will attest
By reminding Non-smokers daily......the Last Laugh is Best.

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About the girl in my math class whose name I'm not brave enough to ask - Love

I see no numbers
hers is the only figure
she's my addition

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Geometry of love

Two lines intersect
an inherently 
unstable situation.

Parallel lines
are better
each proceeding
separately in 
the same direction
balanced by forces 
of attraction/repulsion.
But if these change
the lines diverge 
or intersect (see above).

Sometimes two
intersecting lines
may align 
with a third
forming a 
triangle.
Which is stable
but generally 
disapproved of.

Very occasionally
two lines may meet
end to end
and curve
to form
a circle
which is
One.

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Imaginary Numbers

Integers are whole numbers that can be positive. In contrast, their values can also be negative. On the x-axis, natural numbers are to the right of the zero. On the vertical y-axis, they are above the zero as far as they can go. You may think this question is moot: With a negative number, how do you find its square root? In a quadratic formula, if the discriminate is less than zero, there are no real roots. So where do you go? This put many early mathematicians in a quandary. Somebody came along and invented numbers that are imaginary.

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Fear Of Numbers

          Fear of Numbers

Fear of numbers is real
They carry adding machines on their backs
And loaded numbered guns
Divide and subtract from families and everyone
With two times the pleasure two times the fun
Double their trouble on the run
You cannot escape the digits on your hands and toes
They are counting on you to pull them through
Children fear math and numbers like the plague
Run from them at multiple fractions of a second
Poof!...Like zero, (Is that a real name and number?), they are gone
Figures hide behind accountants glasses
Hitting you with tons of taxes
Not to be divisive or derisive
Or taken down in dividends
I think they’re out to get you
In the end they have no =
Something’s don’t add up
You can count on that

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What Does The Fox Say

           wrong calculations
bought my love new coats to wear
        found I broke the bank


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Wa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pow!
is my favourite sound.
Dedicated to my host Skat A.
Author: Paul Callus ~ Feb 2014
Contest: What Does The Fox Say?

Placed 2nd



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As My Math Tutor's Late

          Looking from my desk,
One plus one equals two birds-
                    Chasing each other.


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Pi Day

Today we should all be prepared
For some pizza, much better when shared;
	But it cannot be round
	For this date is renowned
As the one when all Pi must be squared.

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Mellors math teacher

this poem is dedicated to my Mr mellors i hope he reads this

The Cop, The Math Teacher, The Guide you've been there for me when i was confused and could not see the forest or the path you were there when school was hell and life was black as midnight you were there when i screwed up and found myself trapped by my own mistakes even though i disappointed you at times and made you want to tear your hair out you were there you've always been there and cannot thank you enough Thank You Mr. Mellors

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Love and math

Intangible darkness under the 
soft
moonlight- another night 
shadowing
My lonely my soul. 
Among the whispers of the 
wind
i shivered cold- 
yearning for your multiple 
affection- undivided- additionally 
I need you
We're a fraction-
                    Me
                   over    
                   you-
a part of me is still dying over 
you.
Yet again my eyes further rain 
and submerge you further 
in my thoughts.
I'm saturated by your attributed
sadness that's oozing through
the cracks of my heart.     

I wish your arms were her to 
pull
me from the pit of my pain.
Every dream on my pillow 
got the echoes of your name.

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MATHEMATICAL LOVE

I decide not to worry about the parallelness
Of the tangents to the circles of our life story
The equation of the curve of my initial decision
Of you being my number tan45 was differentiated
As the union of your sets and conditions of your answers
Of your reply did not intersect with the tangent of the circle of my love
I integrated my mind and heart
So as to eliminate your love
But eliminating substituted  the simultaneous equation involving you and I
Using completing two squares in solving the quadratic equation 
Involving you was impossible
The almighty formula came into sight
When you factorized the algebra of you mind and heart
Making the line of your evergreen heart
Intersect perpendicularly at the center 
Of the diameter of my life journey
You have rotated my life 180degrees clockwise

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A Heartless Math...No A Woman Of God

Walking down that cold dark path
Adding my footsteps
Dividing the dirt path into two
Multiplying the times I been screwed over
And subtracting the love
Which is a very heartless math
Yet time and time again I am left with this equation
In the beginning our hearts are tender
Our hearts are week and fragile
We are like a broken white dove
That’s why we call it tender love
We call the present a smoothly wrapped gift
Because all the past is a cold heartless math
Me and you
You and I 
Will make the world jealous
But who shall I be addressing 
Do I address the cheaters and liars
Because that’s all I know
Do I address the betrayers and users
Because that’s all I see
Maybe its time to address a woman of god
No no no not a woman of god
I mean a woman of GOD
With her a heartless math can’t exist
My equation will look like this:
Adding the times I look into her eyes and say I love you
Multiplying the thoughts that race across my mind
Dividing the love we share for each other and become one
And subtracting the negativity 
A girls heart is fragile something I know
But I am willing to go the distance to make a relationship flow
I want us to be one heart with the same beat
No matter if we are scared, happy, excited, or nervous
It will be hard to come across this certain mate 
But one thing is I can relate
To is this so called thing we call a perfect date
Having a picnic while the sun sets and lying under the stars
Just going to a simple park and having the time of your life
Watching a movie together with her in my arms with a silent I love you
Going over to ones house and playing board games and laughing and smiling
Walking along the beach and looking back and seeing two sets of footsteps
Now one is gone
I am walking on the beach and looking back and seeing one
Looking up to the heavens I ask
God says to me I must be blind and told me to take off my mask
I feel lighter as if I am floating amongst the clouds
God said to me when you saw two sets of footsteps 
You and her was one set and I was the other
Now when you only saw one it was then I carried you 
Next thing I did was took a big breath and blew
Blew all the liars and cheaters away
Blew all the betrayers and users
Blew out the old candle that was still somehow burning 
And the next thing I knew GOD lit a new one
And put his hand on my chest
And whispering in my ear he said,
“Son sit back and let me do the rest”

© Jeremy Fennell