Long Algebra Poems
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Everyone had a unique reason for playing the Game
as we find different means for surviving Life
until the proper seconds of Death come stomping by with insistence,
some want intellectual respect shown with agitation in the opponent's eyes,
others crave the anxiety of prognostication
like gladiators uncertain of how to strike,
people commence the battle because they have something to prove
as Bobby boldly reproved the Soviets
on their asinine assumptions of superiority,
regardless, all who touch the Board want desperately
to understand the Game,
it's rituals, it's spirits,
the possibilities alive & haunting the 64 squares,
to honestly provide a homage of mind to History and to invention,
as if the nature of Chess is a dream of God's,
a subconscious engineering of grappling wants & needs,
of fears & hopes, of bravado & caution,
32 weapons arranged handsomely for the express channeling
of the Divine creative compulsion of Providence itself,
geometry made grand & gallant,
a homicide for Honor performed in the pressure of an hour,
all skilled players realise at some point
that quality brinksmanship ascends over the voice of victory
and can be reduced to the amazing beauty
of integrating logical processes with artistic allure,
misdirection a linchpin of the Master's ancient algebra,
momentum the indispensible monarch of strategy,
without It One is dictated,
mating nets, positional play, tactical moves,
a temple devoted to timeing -
J.A.B.
My future lover…
When I get hurt I cry
When my heart is bandaged
I smile
When I try hardly to cover what is hard to say
I lay in silence till another day
When I get scared I look at you &
Say: - God in this house I hope remain
When I get scratched or lonely or angry
I scream & fight & destroy my world
When everyone renounced me
You’re the one that stayed
Supporting, loving, & giving me a smile each day
Each day ….each time you see me in pain
When no one in this world tries to understands me
You walk closer & spend a whole day trying
When I feel cold, you give me your jacket
When I try so hardly & it never works
You convince me to stand up & give the failure a succeed
When I get uncovered in my sleep
You come to check & cover me back
You take care of me while I’m sick
You hit my back while I cough
You wake me up to go to school
You help me with my algebra h.w
You remind me of a medicine I must take
You accompany me to the hospital if I had a break
I have a million pics of you
Not in an album, but in my heart
You play with me my favorite game
You toss & spin & swim & win
You make me dinner when I’m late
I apologize and the candles had took place
You give me the warmth of a million suns
You are so deep like a million poems
You never judge me by the way I look
You always care about what’s in
What I like about you is…
You never miss a day telling me a love you…
Thank you, Mr. Rogers (yes, his real name!)
for rescuing me from teenage purgatory.
Perplexed teenager, lacking social lumen
pulled C's in English, D's in History -
my dreadful retrograde trajectory
projected no collegiate acumen,
in prom discussions, practically subhuman!
Then, your poetical geometry
and sleek Cartesian choreography
became my sailing ship, and I, its crewman.
Derivatives soon danced in arcs non-static.
Pythagorean proofs helped me progress,
vectors resolved problems that once would vex.
Your agile algebra of joy quadratic:
my new hypotenuse of happiness
helped me to find myself... I solved for x.
Written 13 March 2020
Whilst algebra for many is so poorly understood
At school I put the effort in and I became quite good
Three apples being equal to a carrot and two pears
Was obvious, for camels are a donkey and two hares
A bicycle without a wheel was equal to a boat
But take away an apple and you’ve got a mountain goat
Though if you multiply an orange by a seedless grape
The answer’s twenty six and a recurring hairy ape
Who knew that one banana added to a coconut
Might equate to seven minus half a water butt
But, hey, I passed exams that say I’m clever as can be
Two peaches plus an aubergine will not befuddle me
The usefulness of algebra is difficult to see
Unless you need to prove six plums are very nearly three
But what I learnt of algebra I never did forget
Though now I’m ninety seven… and I haven’t used it yet
All those High School years, she stared at smiles
and would envy those, lined up in rows
shoulder to shoulder, enjoying the carefree days.
They with porcelain jewels, of sparkling white
she would have given her life to have such shine,
but was much too shy, to seek their eyes
At fifteen years old...she averted her eyes
while beneath her nose, no winning smile
would grace her face. So, to avoid disgrace, she declined to shine
or laugh with the kids in the algebra rows.
How often she'd long to star in the play and dazzle her whites
"Be patient," they'd tell her...."You'll be a beauty, one day"
And while she waited impatiently for that far away day
keeping chin down, this ugly duckling, with lowered eyes
It may seem extreme, but a few kids, with straight and white,
called her "Metal Mouth", which dampened her spirit and also her smile.
Barely could she eat the mushy fruits, passing the rows
of cripsy foods, ate mostly mashed and white, pining for a crisp apple to shine
She talked with a lisp, while awkward wires shined
and wore horrid bands. Then on those "Ortho" days
after school, while in uncomfortable chairs lined up in rows,
he'd greet, "How are you, Missy?" ..with his bespectacled eyes.
"Open wide"....(and with pliers that looked like her Dad's, but could fix a smile)
as, with all of his might, he adjusted and tightened....correcting her whites
Branded with bands across the whites
Correcting the gaps, the lapse, the crooked shine
A few like her with awkward smiles
Would count the hours and count the days
Longed for smiles to please the eye
And be so blessed with perfect rows
Finally one day, while sitting in rows
Snip-snip!, at last, he cried..."Let's free these whites"!!
With excitement, the life came back to her eyes
"I'll grant your wish, with a brand new shine!"
She was the happiest girl on the planet today
and she left his office with a brand new smile!
While sitting in school rows, she beams her white teeth, merrily joining the fun
Her eyes always shine now, she stands tall and proud, singing out loud in the sun
And during each school day, she smiles all the time, finally her life has begun!
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For Debbie's Joy contest (Sestina)
saw a recent photo of you
And thought I can handle this
Thinking you'll no longer faze me;
I'm without your potent sting
I'm in control
Thoughts pass; our love wasn't built to last
We had our times
We agree to leave the past behind
In hindsight, it's for the best
No one will remember but I can't forget
Grateful we've taken different paths
Don't want to resort to angry words
Some days I'm mired in our wreckage
Trapped in a memory
That time. To this day, it's so keen
You close to me
When we cut class after algebra
Gazing at each other
Finishing each other's sentences
We were closely knit
I pined over you for years
Thinking in time
We'd be reunited
No one will remember but I can't forget
Grateful we've taken different paths
I need to break free from the memories
Worth mentioning
I will always be somewhat smitten
If i take you out of the equation i have me
If you take me out of the equation you have you
But the problem is still the same
No matter how you draw it out
All the miscalculations
All those miscues
The equation of us is at a stand still
You and i all we equal is no communication
The math problem of our life has no long division
No multiplication no addition
Only subtraction
Always divided
Is there a common denominator
There was when we begin
But now it feels like an end
Where is the true solution
Where is our fraction of the whole we are so capable of
Soon we shall see how the numbers and letters will go
In the algebra of our acceptance to move forward.
1
Sunday, an overarching day both raw edge conduit and
coarse grain shelter for that soul in torment,
it’s when psyches plagued by doubt face those
sudden twists and turns we call bizarre,
thoughts of the macabre and their covert operation may
intrude into our leisure zone as skin rash nettle hazard.
we’re there latent paranormal hidden hands as I drew
closer to a roadside curb whose mortar filling had been
shrivelled due to timeline passage?
2
One can be blind to seismic portent, atmospheric tension’s
silent whisper, random omen pointer surreptitious,
little did I know what lay ahead bar dim light inkling and
its scene-shifter impact at an awkward later stage,
as the wheels of my car began to screech a pulsing
nebula of images stoked an inner world sixth sense,
skepticism’s early cloud speck haze now off-limit as
orange-red sunlight shafts reveal an ornamental placard.
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3
It had this brazen mantra,
that cryptic but incisive query-
“Going somewhere?”
Light green paint brush clusters and intertwining leafs
garnished borders of this plaque with its scheme
in transit blithe charm,
an angel face hitchhiker stood, her ocean blue crest
eyes openly inviting gold rush dawn apogee,
a silken twang rippled like some fresh mint oxbow
spring chase or meander.
“Hello, I'm Lelia. Life is an algebra of enigmatic
hue and strange encounters going into orbit.
Clandestine journey for bohemian quest
Who knows what convoluted upshot might ensue?”
ZIGZAG ZEBRA
On an auspicious day
under dazzling sunrays
as Sun took transit to constellation Libra,
from zoo, zealous zigzag Zebra
started to gallop
to reach the book shop
to buy Text Algebra.
Appeared a scary snake
and offered milkshake.
Shop owner was King Cobra.
02/01/18
May the butterflies of this world return to us once more
when the spring provides her heat we will no longer hide
Eastern winds of far away lands flying in unknown shores
their cellophane wings of light need to return and chide
Once they adorned our many flowers here in Canada
now they are a memory of yesterday's summer gaze
I cling to the hope that tomorrow I won't need algebra
to count the flutter of their wings, like yonder days
I'll know them by the colors of their flight and groove
that April has arrived with her rainy cascade
all the trees will suspire as they soften their moves
garnished once again, with butterflies of every shade
I know that when the season wakes we are going to see
Monarchs, European skippers, and frosted elfin too
as the warmer shades and colors meld into the sea
we will begin to spot the pupas, and butterflies anew.
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