Mushy insides tend to harden up
if all your oxygen is stopped.
Allow yourself to fall, feel.
All your computations
are as dry as math.
It’s not a sum
when it’s a
pair of
hearts.
Armies of robots parade the streets of comfort
Pretend children hand them balloons that pop
They too are made of metallic alloys sharp
Objects have been known to burst on contact
Computations are astounding, almost comic
Intelligent machines have learned to laugh
Flashing eyes look innocently at strangers
As they march in perfect automatronic cadence
To launch pads dancing almost in a trance
Downtown is billions of miles away as they continue
Thousands more like them will have to be created soon
Millions of rocket ships with atomic fuel as well
Will be needed for the invasion of the planet Earth
Which will take some time in planning
Defeat will be easy because robots never sleep
They just keep on marching down the street
"How easy this maths exam will be,
How simple the maths to be done?"
You understood exactly what the teacher had taught,
Had taught before the test had begun.
On the board it was: ten plus two is…
And then, what’s ten minus four.
On the board it was easy to see how it was solved,
But that was prior, preceding, before
Seeing the test needing a million computations,
Written in some bizarre scripted form,
The test asking to figure something like:
Calculate the mass of last nights thunderstorm.
Then: “What? Huh? Oh man, I’m in trouble,
Does it matter if every answer is guessed?”
The “I had no idea of any of that”,
Finishes with, "That was an easy maths test?”
X Marks the Spot
It’s the 19th consonant, 24th letter, of the alphabet,
A Teachers’ markings, for wrong answers on a test!
A Greek numeral representation for, the number ten!
An unnamed or unknown, person, place or thing,
Used to remove or cancel, a word of unnecessary need,
A movie rating to discourage viewing, by unsuspecting teens!
It’s an algebraic exponent used in mathematical computations,
A place holder in the PEMDAS test, to eliminate confusion!
A pictured symbol for the word “cross,”
Ballot markings “yea or nay” or “win or loss!”
Signature representation of ones’ individual best
Letter ending expression, sealed with a Hug and a Kiss!
XOXOXO
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 12/14/16
Just like the days of the old Pharisees,
they who accused Jesus of heresies;
She points with self-righteous indignation,
yet herself, is the naked temptation.
Miss High and Mighty, thinks she’s always right,
makes computations with limited light.
Monochromatic malicious mindset,
jealous of someone, she aims to upset.
You poke and pry, think I’d quietly die,
go stick with your tribe but don’t multiply.
I have been patient, been lax but not blind;
I'm rarely this mad, enough with your kind.
Think twice before you start breaking my bone;
“Let him who is blameless, cast the first stone.”
28 October 2015
Mad as a Hornet Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
Expedience Of Blank And Block
Peculiar Particles Advance
Blank is observed out of context
Things go faster than light
As part of nature’s plan
Block likes spaces that occupy themselves at the same time
Erratic perplexing specs of light that can’t abide sight detection
Blank lifts itself in like manner to perpetual inclinations
As they are not there and don’t exist
Particles are very precise unknowables
Block takes science to other levers in critical manner
Balances them there in introspective specifications
Immeasurable yet tamed by nuclear forces
Resonating in the void
Blank takes on new meaning not in and of itself
Devices, instruments, technological eyes quell
That matter stored and stopped in place
Equivalent is the stare of Blank to that end
Block is on the side of reason in speculation
Particles never harm the edge of their universe existence
The expedience of Blank and Block meanders on
In countless computations
Substrate channeling, now wading through cellular river
Patches, by God, the sight! The sight! In-diving dream stabilizer
Atrophying now in the nebula; Pilfering the idea controls; the singular vastness!
Computations aloft and asunder the dwelling of our being like wrinkled raisins under roping
Elephants; church bells a-tolling; Lincoln Logs a-rolling; turn the ship we would, if we could.