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Biden has never felt weller
He’s seen off that crazy-haired fella
With boxes to dump
Of votes ticked for Trump
He simply can’t move in his cellar.
***
Neil Armstrong had NASA to please
He slowly got down on his knees
He dug up a rock
And got quite a shock
And said ‘Yum... it really is cheese.’
***
Pythagoras drove a big wedge
He said the world’s round with no ledge
Columbus was stressed
When in the Crow’s nest
He cried, ‘We've gone over the edge‘
***
That Alexander Graham Bell
At least as far as I can tell
His chisels he’d hone,
Carved a dog and a bone
Marconi had made one as well
***
Alexander Fleming earned his shilling
By working so hard and so willing
He ate mouldy bread
But before he was dead
He invented a pen with a quill in
***
Adam, it seems, had no mother
But God had sent Adam a lover
Eve, naked in bed
Was sad when he said
Hi ducks, have you got a brother?
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The asteroid wouldn’t desist
It’s path wouldn’t turn, wouldn’t twist
That fireball from space
flew by at a pace
A caveman said f*ck me, it missed
***
That covid was terribly cruel
It just wouldn't run out of fuel
We first sent rebukes
And then we sent nukes
When Xi Jinping said ‘April Fool’
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Isaac Newton is astounded
The apple has left him confounded
His half crazy stare
As it floats in mid air
Is strange for he’s always so grounded
***
No seconds, no minutes, no hours,
A cosmos of dust and gas showers
They’d clash and they’d clang
To make a big bang...
Phut!
Long before Babylonians, Assyrians, Persians and Greeks,
Before Hammurabi, Sargon and Ramses ruled
The world below their feet;
Before biblical scenes and mythological dreams
Of magical carpet rides,
I knew you back then
Where sea breezes begin
And history was a gleam in your eye...
Alexandria, Alexandria, city of pleasure and pain,
They called you Ricotis as I recall
Earth Mother once called you by name.
Nestled on the Mediterranean Sea of monsters,
Pirates and explorers renowned,
You were not much more than desert floor
Until the conqueror came to town.
Alexander, Alexander, God-man, ruler-thought divine,
Sailed by your winds where the world begins
And knowledge was born and thrived.
In the halls of those palaces and places
He built from his own vision quest,
To rule a world of enlightened beings
Where all people could achieve their best.
Though he never quite saw your white marble walls,
With pillars of gold and blue;
Of the Serapeum filled with scholarly souls
Recording their own world view.
He never knew Pythagoras, philosopher, scientist extraordinaire;
Or the historians Philo and Josephus
And the volumes of memories they shared.
The early Christians, Church Fathers and Saints
Origen, Clement and Mark;
Alexander never knew what he finally did
When he gave you that worldly start.
You’ve seen the Pharos come and go,
Dynasties crumble and fall;
Romans and Greeks swept right off their feet
And Cleopatra’s castle walls.
Pagans, Jews and Christians too
All vying for your love;
As whispering winds of Freemason friends
Tell of Hermes below and above.
While Islam and Mohammed rule
In the shadow of the Sphinx,
Pyramids and temples filled with hieroglyphs
And obelisks that make you
Stop and think…
Alexandria, Alexandria, city of pleasure and pain;
So little I’ve spoken about you today
Compared to all I’ve gained.
Since the first day I once met you
In that dream so way back when…
Alexandria, Alexandria, so glad we’re still
Good friends.
While taking stock of the library
Here in my home today, I found myself
Considering all the pages throughout the years
For which I’ve dearly paid. Voluminous
Paragraphs, chapters and verses from
Adam and Eve to Zen like prayers;
Trying to count the cost of so many books
Makes me wonder why I care. About
Astronomy and astrology, connections
Between all things; cosmology,
Biology, psychology and dreams.
Alchemy and metaphysics,
Landing on the moon;
Plato and Pythagoras,
The Wizard of Oz and Dorothy flying
Back home in a balloon. Still turning
Pages of ancient history, Egyptology,
Mythology and man’s search
For meaning within;
Aristotle, Shakespeare, Newton, Einstein wondering
What’s the secret to the universe and how
Did it begin?
Quantum physics, alien visits,
Lost without a clue;
Plants and flowers, greed and power
And why the sky is blue. Light and darkness,
Love and hate,
The Crusades and other wars;
The vanity and insanity of
Whatever we’re fighting for. Still more
Encyclopedias left to read before I’m through,
Having hardly skimmed the surface of what
Good books are meant to do.
If we take the time to sift and find
The nuggets of treasure within;
The price of a book can be priceless
And make a head and brain like supernova stars
Splendiferously spin.
(Voices of Galileo & Pythagoras)
On this day—
September 9th, 2025,
an echo rose from the ninth portal of the universe.
Galileo spoke:
"Mathematics is the language
with which God has written the universe."
The proof was everywhere—
the ninth month,
the ninth day,
the year 2025
folding into the number 9.
A trinity appeared:
999.
And when I added 9 + 9 + 9 = 27—
it fell again to 9.
A cycle completed.
A circle closed.
Galileo’s voice trembled:
"This happens once in nine years.
The world has finished one chapter—
and now, it begins another."
I asked—
“What does this cycle mean for humanity?”
He answered:
"Nine is compassion.
Nine is wisdom.
Nine is completion—
and awakening.
It calls the soul to service,
to live for the greater good."
Then Pythagoras appeared,
his face burning with sorrow and light:
"The world was in meditation—
now it awakens.
The true hearts of compassion
will rise for humanity’s sake."
We raised our eyes to the stars.
They shimmered as if lifting glasses with us.
And we whispered:
“September 9th, 2025—
the day of 999.
A cycle ends.
A cycle begins.
Cheers.
To the honest police officers who lost their lives in the line of duty.
The city sleeps light under a copper moon,
''The law is a tyrant'', his internal tune,
He runs the dark streets in the heat of the
noon.
Chasing the shadow,a ghost in the swoon,
''No man is free who is a slave to his passion,''
He runs the dark streets in the heat of the
noon
His chief is a pharaoh of the modern saloon,
His superior'wealth a golden,slick fashion,
''The law is a tyrant,'' his internal tune.
''A fish rots first from the head'', a grim boon,
The corruption a cancer in every transaction,
He runs the dark streets in the heat of the
noon.
He keeps his small oath, an ancient
monsoon,
A warrior of conscience, a silent reaction,
'' The law is a tyrant'', his internal tune.
A single just man in a world of lagoon,
He is the thin blue line in a sick,broken
nation,
He runs the dark streets in the heat of the
noon,
''The law is a tyrant,'' his internal tune.
1. The law is a tyrant-aphorism from ancient
Greek law and philosophy
2. ''No man is free who is a slave to his passion''-
A maxim from the philosopher Pythagoras of ancient Greece
3. '' A fish rots first from the head.''-A proverb/maxim with ancient
roots in various cultures,including Chinese and Italian.
They say,
you are
the number.
But I saw
three
pregnant
virgins.
The rulers
of Venus.
God
hides
behind
numbers.
666,
you are
the symbol
of love.
Beauty.
Desire.
Love
is God.
Beauty is
His language.
Desire
gave birth
to creation.
Six
is not
just
a number.
It is
a mystery.
Hidden
in plain
sight.
Pythagoras
knew.
Six
is perfect.
One.
Two.
Three.
Returning
to itself.
At midnight,
within
silent
temples,
we seek
your mystery.
Through you,
abundance
is revealed.
Six.
Six.
Six.
Together,
they became
Nine.
The Mother.
The womb
of creation.
When they ask,
why
my pockets
are never
empty,
I simply
smile,
and whisper,
look
to the secret
of 666.
If Newton hadn't done his thing
How would we all stay down
Pythagoras said his pies are square
And that the world is round
Columbus sailed an open sea
And found a landmass there
If Einstein had no relatives
Would M C still be square
Now Alexander Graham Bell
And this might sound quite drastic
Without his input all of us
Would talk to lumps of plastic
Fleming gave us penicillin
He made it out of mould
While good old Bill Lord Kelvin
Gave us ways to say we're cold
Armstrong took just one small step
Which then he said was giant
Some say it was all a fib
But NASA stands defiant
But all of that is history
It's stuff that's gone before
What a shame it is that we
Don't make it anymore
I stopped by your desk to say hello today
As I so often do
To a lovely, young secretary like you.
Others may have thought something was amiss
Because I’m an older man and therefore,
My intentions must be nothing less
Than stealing your sweet kiss. But of course,
You and I know better than this…
Our conversation centered on the very stuff of stars: Creation Itself,
So near and yet so far. We wandered through the labyrinth of
History, time and space; debating transmigration
And the nature of God’s own face.
You quoted Jesus perfectly
As if you knew Him sure as rain;
While Plato, Philo and Pythagoras
All joined in our coffee break game.
Until we both agreed in the mystery
Of love, life and death;
Then saying goodbye with a twinkle in the eye and
“I’ll see you tomorrow, I guess.”
Just another day with a beautiful girl
With a soul as wise as the wind…
Secrets revealed from invisible fields
Where beauty lies deeper than skin.
So forgive me if my intentions
Look less than they truly are.
But beyond the smile lie miles and miles
From the soul to the first bright star.
Philosopher, they call me,
Following Pythagoras* of old,
A friend of wisdom it means and
Nothing more.
For years philosophy’s principles
I tried to understand and
For decades her ethics strived
To apply.
Plato, Socrates, Aristotle, Heraclitus
My subjects were,
Thus
Faithfully myself devoted to
Their teaching
With
No great success, on my part,
I confess
However, this was not because of
Lack of trying.
And now,
As life’s end, I discern clearer as days,
Are passing by
To my horror, unfortunately, came to realize
That
Although a loyal FRIEND of WISDOM
I have remained to this very day,
WISDOM herself NEVER thought of me
THE SAME WAY!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
11 June 2021
*Pythagoras, Greek philosopher c570-c495 BC, after discovering the Pythagorean Theorem, the Greeks gave him the title of " SOFOS" which means WISE as the custom was at the time to call all men of learning. Pythagoras refused the title and called himself " PHILOS TIS SOFIAS " FRIEND OF WISDOM, because he said WISE was only GOD! Since then the title of Philosopher has been used to this day and every man of learning gets his Ph. D. (Philosophy Degree) which means that he accepts the limits of his knowledge since only GOD knows.
This poem, which is loaded with math terms, is to be sung to the tune of Subterranean Homesick Blues. What was I thinking?
Johnny’s in the basement
Working on geometry
You’ll see my intent
A theorem in development
Presh is on the website
Hit pause, scratch head
Trick problem, misled
Try another approach instead
Look out kid
Better check it again
God knows man
Another paper in the trash can
You better try trigonometry
Lookin’ for a new way
The man with an isomorphic map
and a toupee
Wants eleven equations
You only got ten
Maggie writes chicken scratch
Paper full of cross hatch
Says she wants to attach
You better detach
You can’t find the hypotenuse
Maggie says you gotta use
Pythagoras or you lose
But the angle is obtuse
Look out mate
This spheroid’s oblate
Get on the rack
This nut won’t crack
Better get back from the ledge
With a compass and a straight edge
No primes, God knows,
Can decompose
You don’t need Terrence Tao
Can’t square a circle nohow
Add y, add x
See the roots are complex
Closed loop, subgroup
You need to jump through another hoop
Let’s see, try three
Take five, relax
Eat snacks, do tax
If you should fail, take an ax
Look out bub
Surely you’ll flub
By blunders, errors
Five-choose-two-sers
And logical abusers
Girl with a slide rule
Lookin’ like an old fool
Don’t copy Euler
Get yourself a lawyer
Ah add four, add five
It rhymes, it’s prime, then derive
One two, buckle your shoe
It’s one-to-one and onto
Square here, cube there, eggs poach
Twenty years of schoolin’
And you’re workin’ on a roach coach
Look here Jack
This nut still won’t crack
Break your hands accidental
Use a tail prehensile
Be inferential
You’ll find it’s exponential
You’re gonna have a fit
You’ll never solve it
Ken Chesebro says
‘Cause Mike Pence’ll take your pencil