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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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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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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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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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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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Numbers

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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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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The Gravity of Gravity

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 priori-based 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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Equation of life

Y\=X
(Y does not equal X)

Think about it

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Easy Math

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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A State of Majors and Algebra

         A State Of Majors and Algebra

From a bridge I lift eyes weary from equation forms
Majors and Algebra instruct 
From on high the state loves us
Instinctively feed us what we must know 
Keep us in place for hours 
Guns on every head…to get ahead
Conclusions always drawn on time
Lines of math carried like conversations to their ends
Fractions fix themselves in front of us
Captured by majors on their heels
Algebra comes undone
Undressed for our consumption
Work, like dreams, goes on forever
Tonight it waits for majors and algebra to merge
Ranks remove me to seclusion
Books fall with rain into retreat
Lives are bulletins with holes
When government controls
Shocked to life with streams of data
Or shot to death in line with reason
Options can be unkind
No one inspects the dark
Perhaps it is not there
No one suspects me
In this my figures lie in wait
To see what moves prove
A state of majors and algebra
Or my escape 

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simplify

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

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Children Wait For Numbers

      Children Wait For Numbers

Children feel the warmth of parents
They only have trust to go on
And wait for fun to begin
As things go wrong
Forgetting is their nature
Things get cold…like thinking…and stuff
Numbers run forever in their heads
Counting each and every one with love
On fingers that inevitably find
Like magic and with time
Their way to the mind
Or something
Children wait forever to be clever
To learn their figures and move on
Born to forgive
And as for numbers
You can’t count forever
Children part from them from time to time 
Before they lose their minds


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I am a 3

I am a 3


Revealed from heaven,
My three dances atop ten,
Numerology!





Haiku- 5/7/5 on destiny no.
For Andrea's contest 'Tell me your number'

Path no- 6
Destiny no- 3
Dob- 3/3/1968

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Vertical Challenge

Aha, plumb at last Eventually reaching, Perpendicular

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Ones Upon All Numbers

        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 



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Mathematical Chemistry

Words would remain caged as her eyes gazed at mine
She resided in my Maths and Science book back in Grade nine
She visited me in my sleep; my dreams were no longer mine
According to my mom, my grades were no longer fine
She solved simultaneous equations for me with her exquisite smile
Took over my Trigonometry, I was Sine while she became Cosine
Theta became love to this heart of mine
Selfishness took over; the strategy was to make her mine
Formed new Laws of Physics, the attraction I could no longer hide
Dark brown watery eyes that made my feet lose a straight line
She remained the X Axis and I the Y Axis that never intersected her line
I could claim that she eventually became mine
but gravity took over as this love intertwined
I fell so hard but I was fortunate to be rescued by this pen of mine







I guess she will never know, Phumlani Mthethwa