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You've heard,
Mathematics is a metric,
quantitative language,
about Universal relationships,
double-binary, as bosonically articulating polynomials,
variables, changing across abstractions of time,
autonomous spaciated places,
spaces.
How might we co-define
universal bosonic polynomial (+) language,
robust think/feeling strings
of healthiest experiential history,
as also unitarian holonic experience
of not not (-,-) polypathically nurtured integrity?
Why might this become
both personally (ego+)
and bilateral politically (-ego/-eco)
co-passionate inside/outside inter-relationship?
When do bosonic autonomous universes
co-refine
holonic interdependent synergy?
When do they not, if not not oxymoronically forever?
What might a yang-dominant secular Boson
wish
and actively hope
could also become
a yin-prominent sacred Holonic-CoRelationship?
Where do we find atomic Boson spatiated universes
dipolar co-arising
wave-linear bilateral Holonic unitarian-integral time?
Who would not outside care
to WinWin inside co-passion
our polynomial bosonic
language deductions
with our polypathic holonic
co-relational inductions?
Perhaps you've also seen,
Metric systems
are a ZeroSum
quantitative bilateral language
about Universal BosonYangs
and Unitarian Holonic YinFlow CoRelationships,
atomic/wave-linear co-arising development,
InFormation/ExFlowation co-gravitating regenerations.
Low-effort is the mission
Low-effort's a decision
Low-effort ambition
Low-effort nutrition
Low-effort corruption
Low-effort seductions
Low-effort deductions
Low-effort assassins
Low-effort passion
Low-effort fashion
Low-effort obesity
Low-effort poetry
Low-effort parents
Low-effort presents
Low-effort president
Low-effort arrogance
Low-effort adolescents
Low-effort embarrassment
Low-effort communication
Low-effort conversations
Low-effort imaginations
Low-effort motivations
Low-effort deterriation
Low-effort information
Low-effort physicians
Low-effort inhibitions
Low-effort politicians
Low-effort inspiration
Low-effort education
Low-effort vacation
Low-effort nation
Low-effort voting
Low-effort tech
Low-effort sex
Low-eff
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A song for this:
Sexy to Someone by Clairo
act like you know (feat. Muni Long) [E]
Dogmatic supremacy,
loyalty to divinely-inspired causes
of a nation
or denomination
or religion
or tribe
chosen to be blessed
above all others,
dismissed
and denied full Love Matters
significance,
Is rather like evangelical capitalism,
an anti-ecological colonization,
pushing win/lose
us or them strategies
in which runaway economic competition
is right,
righteous,
sacred duty for evolving monotheistic historic might
of divinely blessed
StraightWhiteMale transcendent
sins of anthrosupremacism
LeftBrain verbal dominant
reduction to either TruePower
or FalseLight
fundamental dualistic deductions
Uninformed
but not unformed
by ecologically inclusive loyalty
empowering poly-theological solidarity
win/win cooperatively enlightening systems,
Perpetually more inclusive
of possible inductive/deductive resolutions
embracing more than reductive traumatic dissonance,
enlightening deeper intuitive compassion
for narrating WholeEarth mediating
ecowomanist GoldenRule conclusions.
Ecological healthy loyalty
serving
empowering
enlightening theological wealthy solidarity
of all nature/spirit polypathic EarthTribes.
The forbidden fruit, in a garden chaste
Hanging from branches of eternity
Forked tongue seduction, temptation's taste
From Eden to outcast , hard to believe
Our destiny becomes mortality
Knowledge of good and evil, we receive
Paradise interrupted, fall from grace
Redemption the solution, it's our hope
Flesh and blood deductions, human race
A lamb to the slaughter, the full price paid
With dusty conclusions we try to cope
Forgiveness the answer, sacrifice made
The forbidden fruit, in a garden chaste
Paradise interrupted, fall from grace
~~~~
Contest name: Cornish Sonnet
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
The hoopla of the Holiday Season has now come and gone.
Cash in the bank to pay for that spree is nigh overdrawn!
Just when I thought I was free of serious financial strain,
A packet arrived from the IRS hintin' that its tax time again!
I'll bet the feller who wrote the instructions is still a-grinnin',
As we common folk try to figger it out with our heads a-spinnin'!
My learned wife is smarter than I but she couldn't help me any.
The consarned thing may as well have been written in Afghanistani!
Although the intricacies of the system I don't quite understand,
With my trusty abacus, records and sharpened pencil in hand,
I attack the puzzlin' task hopin' that I can prevail,
Preparin' it to their satisfaction thereby avoidin' jail!
Double checkin my figgers and searchin' for deductions,
I can find no legal way to come up with further reductions.
I stare in dismay at the 'Taxable Income' on line twenty-seven.
Alas, again this year there'll be no manna from heaven!
Even with astute pencil-whippin', withheld taxes come up short.
I may have to mortgage the house to send funds with my report!
Another tax year has ended and again they have bled me dry!
As Honest Abe once said, "It hurts to much to laugh and I'm too old to cry!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
So surprised was I when one day I discovered
a propensity for Sudoku, a game involving numbers
for math was not my forte, but now the game made sense
my mind was focused now to solve the puzzle, hence
sequences and deductions became my preference.
I played it in the morning, after my breakfast tea
I played it in the afternoon, with dog beside my knee
I played it in the evening, neglecting the TV
I played it standing in long lines, absorbed as I could be.
In short, I played the game so much throughout the live long day
my obsession with Sudoku ruled my mind in every way...
...until I discovered computer Scrabble
then, quite suddenly, Sudoku up and flew away!
10/10/2020
I'm a retired policeman
Could find the hidden clue
Became a detective for hire
Gave me something to do.
Got a text from a man named Mark
looking for a friend named Kate.
Wanted me to overturn each stone
and to find her city, state.
I remembered Celia
The woman I'd lost
We'd broken up and gone our ways
And then I felt the cost.
So I thought I understood
What Mark was trying to do
I wanted to do all I could
To make that love renew.
He knew what she went to school for
What town she lived in then
But that was 40 years or more
No more clues, where, what, or when.
I tried to locate this dame
But it was very hard.
So long ago, a school, a name
Lots of wrong turns to discard
I sent him photos to his phone
They all shared her name
He was uncertain, didn't know
My searching seemed in vain
Then I stumbled on something,
A detail and a thread,
Followed it and finally
Was sure where it led.
Told him I could call her
Give a message he could write
Then the plot got thicker
It got me real uptight.
He said he'd leave her alone
She wasn't really his old flame
Knowing her was traumatic
Knowing her was pain.
He said that she's in Utah
Not where he thought she'd be
He'd been wrong on his deductions
had left reality.
I thought he was crazy,
sorry I had located Kate
Hoped I hadn't done harm
Hoped it wasn't too late
I sent a message to her
Explained what Mark had tried
She laughed it off uncertainly
But underneath she cried.
Mark texted me again
He said a Mafia gassed him through the air
I informed his local police
My duty, I had to share.
Mark's madness remains
He wants to save you too
He warns of drugs that change the brain
The man has gone cuckoo.
As for me I'm now a painter
Draw pictures by the sea
Leaving PI was a no-brainer
Can't do harm with artistry.
Who is that ambling up the lane
With woolly wherewithal?
Few would bother to explain
An aimless animal.
But that's no common woolmonkey
Seeking out the truth
Deductions elementary:
It's Sherlock Sheep, the sleuth.
Sometimes you may not know he's there
Behind cunning disguise
A woolly mind is brought to bear
In cutting through the lies
The daft sheep form you see by day
Is just another ruse
Whilst eating through a flower display
He's searching after clues
A murder in the midden
Or a stabbing by the stye
A trespasser unbidden
Or crop circles in the rye
All puzzles for the intellect
But have no fear of doubt
The woolly noggin shall detect
The sheep will work it out
He may be here, he may be there
He may be with the flock
No tell tale trace betrays just where
The sheep who's named Sherlock
But when dire duty comes to call
You'll find him there in place
A comfort to be felt by all:
The sheep is on the case
Loyalty serves solidarity
as passion fuels integral communion.
Passionate patristic patriotism
does not work
for optimizing resilient healthy intent
nor do partisan loyalties
win/win play for resonant wealth
building collaborative feelings,
when the cart
replaces the horse.
Solidarity with my Home Team
my narrowest nuclear family
only those who look
and sound like Straight White Patriarchal
monotheistic chosen
and grace-privileged wealth
serves loyalty only to further win/lose competitions,
Aspiring champions of small-egominded
and disembodied reductions,
deductions
divisions,
rather than wealthing health co-investments
in Earth-collaborative consciousness.
RightWing loyalty serves
LeftWing multicultural solidarity
as red-blooded patristic passion
fuels ecofeminist green communion.
Similarly,
but more co-arisingly,
safe and resilient cultural wealth
empowers win/win ClimateHealth
or win/lose subclimate supremacy
monoculturally risks fragility
of polycultural green communion
inductive,
integral,
inclusive healthy-wealth opportunities.
Give Your Contest Goose Eggs To Someone Else
Connie collects goose eggs from contest
Far honest than the geese lays the nest
The basket case now full
Lipped with geese's bull
It's time to be a contest orphan blessed
connie pachecho
11/30/17
Note-I admire Viv Wigley. 35 placements in his recent poetry contest.
That's commendable.
It's a *standard contest,* not the *Olympics.*
I'm sure he gave lower placements and deductions for *mistakes.*
This is mirth.
It gives a shine to all the contestants and a chance that their
poems be read, especially those on the bottom tier.
It follows the PS premise of promoting a poet's growth.
What's wrath are those contest sponsors that treat *standard
poetry contests* as the *Olympics* ... those few that come
riding up on their broom, black top hats and all, nose a twitching
and wiping those poet's entries from the face of the Earth for
some technicality (oh my!) or for not appealing to the sponsor's
muse (oh my!), which is the antithesis of promoting growth.
To the Viv Wigley's, I duly applaud.