They see a shape upon a screen,
A boundary measured, sharp and small,
A box of miles, a cube defined,
With finite length and structured wall.
But like the blue box in the storm,
Or nesting dolls of painted wood,
The outside is a gentle cloak
For depth that can’t be understood.
For look closely at the coastline’s edge,
Where rivers turn to starlight swirls,
You dive into a single drop
To find a thousand hidden worlds.
And in the deepest, quiet space,
Buried within the patterned trace,
A perfect baby universe
Reflects the Father’s starting place.
This is the map of how we live,
The spark of bird, the breath of man,
Each soul a wave of energy
Returning where it first began.
Into the great and golden cube,
Where rest and vibrant rivers meet,
An endless territory wakes
Beneath our unencumbered feet.
And just when every world seems full,
The Master takes the cosmic pen,
To fold the fabric back once more
And bid the new earth start again.
A tapestry of worlds in worlds,
Where life expands and never ends,
And every soul that passed to peace
Deep in the fractal grace ascends.
Empty chair,
no student sitting in it.
The teacher was planning on changing seats on November 5th, but now that she’s gone she can’t stand not seeing her there.
A girl planned to die November 4th because it was the day of her absolute misery the year before.
and she was successful.
Which is what everyone told her she could never be.
The girl was struggling to keep up and was trying her hardest, but her hardest wasn’t enough.
The only thing she was good at was reminding herself of reasons to leave.
her teacher was one of them.
She loved her math teacher, she reminded her so much of teachers she’s had before, but that’s what killed her.
Knowing that her teacher would continue to change the seating chart.
Because she couldn’t stand to not see the board any more.
a sugar maple leaf slips free
counting toward One proof
the Seven Mysteries
God, I count prime gaps
I watch prime numbers growing
only primes orbit
a rule sends one step
loops return periods double
recursion counts One
an iteration
within fluid smoothness frays
water turns inward
can you see the curve
study elliptic rank shifts
findings test the rank
questions spiral out
unknown patterns circle back
pi bends into sight
a proof can be checked
still search cannot prove it now
checking outruns search
every loop turns east
the count folds back into form
through form, God's Haiku
the sugar-maple leaf settles on frost
children of the corn start to awaken
What does a number do?
You’re invited—plus one
—that’s everyone!
The infinite conundrum.
Math is all around us. It's the glue that holds the world
together and astounds us, part of God's spoken Word.
It's here!...It's there!...It's everywhere! In Heaven and on Earth.
A gift from God's creative mind. It governs from our birth.
The fool says there is no God, everything is just by chance.
I know God has a plan, for us to love and sing and dance.
In God’s wisdom we truly find our reasons to exist.
And Math will be there with you. On that, God does insist.
Without there is no Science; no Physics...nor Chemistry.
Math, of course, our great reliance! To live with harmony.
Yes, Math includes the music, and prose that we so love.
Sweet gifts from Holy Father, who governs from above.
No matter where we go in Life, no matter what we do,
We can count a thing that matters, and it's Math for me and you.
Mathematician, Ada the Countess of Lovelace
Long before computers came, computing was her space!
A daughter of poet Lord Byron and a visionary was she
Places, plaques, and paintings honoring her we now may see
.
'1' waits.
Before primes.
The seed of counting.
The primordial monad.
The missing unit from which all numbers grow.
I am one, that I am, raised to each power, I'm one.
Multiply a prime by one, the prime remains, while the one waits outside.
One is one, the unity source of all numbers, the '1' before the first prime.
The primal, primordial unit of counting — it's the one and only one, it's never prime.
Two plus two is four
Two plus two plus two is more
Mathematician
Hypotenuse is a funny word,
but not the funniest I've heard.
If you ask me for my vote,
I would go with asymptote.
Fractured shards of grief
collide,
Chromatic tears of sorrow
fall.
Vibrant pain refuses to hide,
A kaleidoscopic, mourning
wall.
Splintered hope refracts the
light,
Geometric sadness fills the
night.
CHROMATIC AGONY
An iridescent ache blooms
deep within the heart,
As iridescent sorrow swirls
and offers no rest.
The mind fractures into a
thousand jagged planes,
Each reflecting a different
shade of bitter pains.
Prismatic desolation spins in
a dazzling wheel,
Making the heavy weight of
anguish feel unreal.
THE SPLINTERED SOUL
A kaleidoscope of silent,
weeping hues,
Blending the deepest blacks
with melancholic blues.
Beautiful catastrophe dances
in the dark,
Leaving upon the fragile soul
a burning mark.
Yet in this swirling tempest of
emotional grief,
The brilliant colors offer a
strange, sharp relief.
Always decimalize , not of priming . My cursor foothold to formulate logging leveling again ; curb reverberation shakeout reclamation : substitutable ?
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 10–16, 2026)
Billions of people all with a similar wish.
To have a bit of grain on their plate.
Discipline to temper hate.
Have water in the well of life...
A heart that can withstand the greatest fire.
To reach out and touch that angelic shine.
It's all very simple once you've figured out
the equations of the distant divine.
.math puzzle
. challenge captures
. Frustrates unnerves
. unfeasible unsolvable
. hopeless impossible
. epiphany
. rally arise
. seize pencil
. confirm verify
. smile savor
.recline doze
I hate math.
It’s filled with problems
Too hard to understand.
My teacher smiles
And tells me it’s fun
To play with all those numbers.
I begin to understand.
It’s easy now!
I think finally I’ve got it—
Then she adds in fractions!
Plus, minus, tot up,
add on, multiply, subtract,
division signs. equations,
in depth teachers show,
simpler routes to struggling class,
sweet words of praise raise levels
Tact is vital when,
one imparts rules and standards,
foster childhood thirst for sums,
and older students,
in their quest on advanced course,
maths is tricky? go figure!
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