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Probabilities
fallen fruit exists
earthen harvest and ground meet
jars in the pantry
07242014
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“MetaFour”
I “met a four”
when I was three
and oh the things
it did to me
and fingers counting
onetwo 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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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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Pythagoras once fell off a ladder
And landed on a venomous adder
This adder couldn't add
Calculus made it sad
Algebra and theorems made it madder.

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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
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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When oppositional cognitive dissonance deflects focus,
it tends to go back to when I deflected focus from her.
She sends me passiveaggressive messages,
bread crumbs leading back in time
to where she began to feel alone,
marginalized,
siloed,
anxious.
If you don't want a sopping wet tile bathroom floor
because I have thrown all my naked Barbie and Ken parts,
especially their waterfilled hollow insides,
and the five saturated pools of clean washcloths
I took out of that drawer just like you said not to,
and the nice sudsy soft bar of soap,
then you might want to reconsider leaving the bathroom
during my bath.
You might want to think of telling a story
or imagining with my behavioral lectures
I so mercilessly inflict
on the shattered heads of my daughters,
oops,
I mean dolls.
Perhaps oppositional cognitive dissonance
is what Republicans have about Democrats.
If you folks would be so kind as to return to cooperative civic and civil discussion,
about our intrinsic dignity,
immaculate integrity as a permacultured orthodox tradition,
intrinsic to optimize sustainable and resilient health
for All Americans,
including those who happen to have become embarrassed
by their wealth of health and extravagant disregard
for uncommodified values,
like the synergy of all natural systems,
of religious cultures
delivering a united and interdependent positive teleology
that we all created this rapacious, extractive mess together.
So, please stop leaving the bathroom
every time we complain about your shitty attitudes
about wealthy compost and sustainable,
resilient,
optimized economic growth.
Then complain when we go right on doing
what we intended to do
while we were throwing water
on your slipperyfloor economics
of radical,
reversehierarchical interdependence and mutual subsidiarity.
And,
our Democratic family value parents
hear their oppositionally disordered Republicans
as if they were of some dysfunctionally alien species
devoid of deductive rational accessibility,
of even one of four corners of truth,
and without capacity to empathize with their wellmentored praxis,
of continually forgetting you could not climb a higher priority
right now
than telling your oppositional daughter Dr. Seuss's The Lorax,
interpreting each voice as your own Lorax,
wondering why you continue competing
to reach a WinWin Cooperative Game,
and political
and economic
and ecological
and cultural finish line,
alone in your Permaculture Designed polycultural Loraxed paradise.
When you think about it,
you can see that your competitive political
and economic assumptions are not ecologically,
or even permaculturally,
sound, rational, integrated,
much less synergetic or holonically comprehensive.
You can't win a P=NP,
4fractal/spiral (0)sum
cooperative economic logistical plan
until everyone else has the freedom
and integrity
and ecotherapeutic orthopraxis comprehension,
intention,
to winwin with you, coincidentally.
With this perhaps unChristian,
and vaguely irreligious perspective
that Democratic political culture
is closer to (0) sum Core Value Balanced Heaven
rationality than appears to be the case
for our benighted Republican
and wealthy fatcat residents of Earth,
we have turned rather too far
our spinning cultural revolution pendulum
away from the racist sin of polycultural difference,
poverty and the commodification of human lives,
and the commodification of other species,
and the commodification of Earth's fire, water,
soil and sky,
Her capacity to regenerate fertile seeds,
turning away from sin as insanity,
disability,
to now prophecy the sins of wealth,
and power,
and competing, dissonant tipping points
of monocutural,
monochromatic,
monopolistic competing economic uncertainty
and ecological dysfunction for all nations,
including its more humane DNAinformed
bicameral information processor branch of our EcoTribe,
RNAinscribed,
transliterate,
multisystemic and polycultural Climax Community,
diastatically
interdependently
coincidentally straining and stressing to comprehend
Polynomial SpaceTime = NotPolynomial Open Systemic Binomial Prime Relationship Temporal "Now"
as Yangconvex/positive = Yinconcave/negative,
as +1.00% QBit = +/(0)% Soul Coreemergent universal Vertex/Dark Recessional Vortex (Perelman, 1993)
So, yes, maybe somewhat closer,
but closer doesn't count
when playing WinWin economic logos.
Horseshoes don't fit elephants.
Now, where was I?
Oh, yes, she’s in the bathtub again,
better watch that floor.

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Shapes of the Past.
Numbers of the Present
Variables of the Future.
Shapes are different for every little hand drawing them,
every grownup 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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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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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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2, like all primes, fascinates
2^3, it seems, comes to eight
3, the next prime right in line,
3^2 [2 primes] = nine,
^2: Exponentiated,
x3: multiplicated.
Still it's 9?vindicated

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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, Nonsmokers reap many benefits, while Smokers foot the bill;
And if that should change, Nonsmokers 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 Nonsmokers…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, Nonsmokers 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 Nonsmokers maintained their hue and cry.
Ever pushing Congresses to tax those Smoking Sinners… tax them ‘til they die;
But after quitting, ExSmokers would pay less, while NonSmokers would pay more.
Guess Nonsmokers didn’t think far enough ahead, didn’t really know the score.
All those dreary antismoking ads, many of which falsified the cause,
Would disappear. And what about all the useless antismoking laws?
Instead of Nonsmokers not liking Smokers, ExSmokers would serve instead.
"The bastards are costing me money. I wish they had smoked 'til they were dead."
So, Exsmokers would be getting healthier and spending far less;
And may be cause for some Nonsmokers’ financial distress.
While they ruefully pay more, Exsmokers' pocket books will attest
By reminding Nonsmokers daily......the Last Laugh is Best.

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Why there's is 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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Integers are whole numbers that can be positive.
In contrast, their values can also be negative.
On the xaxis, natural numbers are to the right of the zero.
On the vertical yaxis, 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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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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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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Y\=X
(Y does not equal X)
Think about it

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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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if the minimum unity of all that is
is two,
how did Parmenides come to believe
in the infinity of one?
if three is how god is expressed
at its best,
how did his image come coded
in four?
while five has properties completely
unique,
the universe is just what it is,
six so to speak.
once there was a seven,
joined to eleven,
whose convenience I dispute
and whole heartedly repute.
but eight is no longer enough,
and nine is so boring,
three threes is hardly the stuff,
to stop me from snoring.
the real magic begins with a number called ten,
whose counting little fingers first asked,
a dozen eggs or a feathery hen?
numbers are fun and make no one dumb,
but never forget what’s behind their neat mask:
twenty six magical letters, put to a task.

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

Wapapapapapapow!
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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Gravity keeps our feet on the ground,
Stops us from slapdash flying around.
This force of attraction ‘fictitious’ gives weight
And makes all fall down at equivalent rate.
(Albeit in flights of fancy it seems
That gravity follows the laws of dreams.)
Relativity caused Newton’s view to shatter,
In positing spacetime to be curved by matter.
So objects will take a particular path
That must correspond with Einsteinian math.
(The upshot is bodies have odysseys
Appropriate to their geodesies.)
Gravitons, a gravitational source
Of controversy, are seen as a horse
Of a quite different color altogether.
But then scientists aren’t birds of a feather.
(Some sit upon their a prioribased fences
And come up with theories defying the senses.)
Weak or strong, short or long, what is this thing
Called gravity? Wide hypotheses swing.
There are those who suppose that it’s this, others that.
Maybe someday, they all just might have it down pat.
(Meanwhile gravity, though we resize and shape it,
Will still have its own way— for who can escape it?)
– Harley White
< November, 2010 >

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Math you are so complicated
addition, subtraction, multiplication
doesn't comply to me
division only divides me
Whenever I see graph and slopes
they only want to make me heave
Algebra with its x’s and y’s
makes everything look like Greek
and your inequalities
with its shaded regions
makes me feel all scattered brained
Every time I see trigonometry
With its sines, cosines and tangents
I feel like kicking them
in places that cannot be named
fractions only make me feel
like the lowest common denominator

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simplify, he said,
simplify, simplify all—
ah—thoraeu's lemma

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reset at zero
all things homogeneous
return and be one

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Ones Upon All Numbers
There are numbers out there counted
Six of them speak clear arithmetic
The others use fingers to communicate
Use fractions to escape their masters
Education is required to survive today
And six reasons why that is
Five of them are excuses
Some whole numbers have alibies
Figures are another story though
Sure, numbers will never lie
The truth is; ones grow
There are four things
I just don’t understand
Science, algebra and calculus
Why digits even exist
Three is best
Time for home
No more counting
Two truths
Logic, Math
Ones
Created on 10/14/14 for The “I Do Not Know”Poetry Form Contest
