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During my elementary, high school and college educational quest,
I struggled to do my very best on every mathematical test.
I was a "B" student in English, History and Art as I recall,
But I never mastered the mysteries of mathematics at all!
Basic arithmetic such as division and multiplication left me at sea.
Even simple addition and subtraction overwhelmed me to a degree!
Trying to conquer the times-table gave me a shocking jolt!
Alas, teachers considered me a hopeless mathematical dolt!
Geometry baffled me as to which were acute and obtuse angles,
And even more perplexing were isosceles and scalene triangles!
Beyond me were the formulas for figuring the areas of hexagons,
Trapezoids, pyramids, circles, cubes and five-sided pentagons!
Teachers told me that for my future, algebra was indispensable.
Maybe so, but variables and coefficients were incomprehensible!
My limited intellect couldn't comprehend quotients and binomials,
Nor integrers, exponents, irrational numbers and trinomials!
Needless to say, I didn't attempt calculus or trigonometry!
Those disciplines were as foreign to me as parabolic geometry!
I'm eternally grateful to that selfless, ingenioius creator,
Who eased my plight by inventing the handy calculator!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Due to community quarantine enforcement
along social distancing detachment
our faculty meeting of task-assignment
went virtual via technology’s involvement
midst great excitement, anticipating joyous fulfillment.
Since such was first-time engagement
we strove not to be shocked by technical puzzlement
as we burst with laughter of merriment
in noticing each other’s physical development
obviously showing weight-gain and wellness-enrichment.
Starting with expressions of caring endearment
like “you look so blessed this moment…
in your stress-free environment…”
we all basked in warm fellowship of sight-hearing empowerment
not minding intervening communication-bafflement.
Then after the opening prayer marked by sober predicament
we noticed that we were not in sync with our agenda document
while modern “apps” became source of interesting argument
challenging the not-so complicated techie-sentiment
most of us cherished with simple faith's contentment.
Alas, we found ourselves seeking to be rescued from ignorance-torment
receiving this-and-that instruction of millennial comment
until told that time expired, so we must apply for another segment…
making us admit our need to learn social media’s fundamental rudiment
to be guarded from becoming crazy over teleconferencing impediment.
We thank God* that we were all in agreement
to meet again face-to-face, but not through internet-employment
for educational pursuit discussion, like students’ enrollment
especially that we are encouraged to use “on-line” settlement…
oh, how we beg for the Lord’s wisdom and enlightenment.
*2Thessalonians 2:13 …We are bound to give thanks alway to God…
August 21, 2020
3rd place, "Craziest Time At The..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger; judged on 9/27/2020.
Poor trudeau..! Well how could he know.? Owing to
His deprived childhood?? Lets give that a go.?? No?
It won't win you over.? How could that be so?? Well
Well maybe his educational level.?? Because if his
Depri...?? Oh I already tried that..(What the devil?)
Who we all know does not exist, btw let me try some
Other tricks..He didnt know (the speaker guy?) How
Does that one hit you? Wiil it stand a round.' And if
You ask who did appoint him.?? I'll counter with don't
Be so dissapointed.' Think on the freedom you in
Canada have.' Trudeau can avail of and bang his gavel
Announcing whatever his mind can ravel?? Or un.! I
Hope i'm not offending some?? There should be laws
Against stupidity..' Oh but it could be the only path to
Escape?? Wow I think I have cancelled the case with
Ingenuity.' Apart from two thousand and seven that same
s s man, was a part of a discreation, a cloak and dagger
parliament destructive element, not at the level of 1945
Yet if you; research, there you will find quite a few ss folk
In Canada, they settled down, how many have entered your
Land? And towns? Not many in Russia..I'd think thats safe.?
To mention. To Date.!
Stepping into an unfamiliar view
The room, the faces, everything is new
You've done what you're asked but no one's around
Barely quiet but hard to make a sound
Nothing left to do but sit and just wait
Watching the hours go by until it's late
Hoping a familiar face would drop by
Otherwise I'll just play with my wifi
Something new is what I really do hope
In learning things that's within my field's scope
For now, I think, that would still have to wait
Well it's just the first day, more things await
Surrounded by many professionals
Overhearing stuff educational
But here I am, a fish out of water
Whether there or not, it wouldn't matter
Such is the life of an only intern
Who's hoping that things would take a good turn
Letting time slip by, by writing this poem
Oh look it's almost five. Yay! I go home.
I cannot believe what I just saw, naw a bus wit no windows? can this be a bus soley for the blind or could this be a new thought educational bus for those with eyes that see but their minds cannot so you don't need to ride a bus wit windows, the past events in your life shows mostly negativity, no insight on how you might make your life one of purpose no you just been sightseeing. so you and you and hey you over there wit yo pants hangin down below your butt, pull your pants up and climb on up on this bus, close your eyes and think Change, you should have had enough of sightseeing and you still cant see daylight and it shows so ride this bus wit no windows.
Master your time
Value the experience from your school days
Your School seemed tough
You were determined enough
Success was always running through your mind
The concepts became a challenge
The knowledge was a privilege
It felt like hard knocks
A like it or not
Teachers taught
While you listened
Quiz’s and tests had you on pins and needles
You studied, researched and mattered
Here you are on Graduation Day
Hooray
Family proud moment
You doubted
Yet your succeeded
You will leave from various schools
Taking with you all the schools learning tools
Always believe in yourself
Don’t depend on anybody else
Keep up with your skills and always fine tune them
You know by now the S and A
Success and Accomplishment
Your hallmark for life
You achieved both
You went through the educational oath
You will walk through your school doors for the last time
But it is not goodbye, but always remember
Sometimes visit and reflect on you during your school years
Always share your memories with others
Schools out
Continue learning about
Succeed is written all through you
Continue to pursue and follow through
Relish your reward and be proud
This is your time allowed
Life now and forever
Head Up and step out
Throw your Graduation hat and Tassel in honor
You did well
I honor you graduates
Go out and use what you learned.
Thank you
To the teachers that endured my troubles and wiles
And witnessed my tears and dark times
To the friends that advised me
To escape my pain with a smile
To the teachers who taught and guided me
In both the educational and moral aspects of life
And made sure I excelled
In every written and academic strife
This school helped me to learn to appreciate
All the letters that a book makes
My friends inspired me to have an inner mind
And gave me a better outlook on life
And to that, I say thank you for all my sweat and tears
That made me strong enough to face my fears
Thank you for all the joyous moments and smiles
All of you made my stay in this school worthwhile.
"The ways in which we apply these [empathic] abilities
to controlling the excesses of growth and expansion
[by nurturing multicultural synergetic balance]
over the next century
will be the greatest test
of our evolutionary [democratic Win/Win]
sophistication." D Holmgren, Permaculture, p. 73
Sophistication is not
jingoism
nor tokenism
nor nationalism
nor sexism.
Democratic evolutionary sophistication
requires developing holistic integrity,
invites and nurtures polypathic
health of interdependent pleasure
and wealth of intersectoral compassion.
Until our League of Women Voters
becomes a Legion of EcoFeminist Speakers and Listeners,
leaders and co-operative
co-invested followers.
Until our democratic national party
becomes an everyday
InterNational InterDependent PolyCultural Health Party.
Until our republican nationalistic party
becomes a cooperatively-managed
EcoTherapeutic Wealth Development Project.
Until each educational and religious system
becomes a polyamorous paradise
for mentoring Restorative Peace,
a remedial safe space
for battered and neglected
abused and exploited
miseducated and disempowered
Republican girls and women.
Until each Town Meeting
becomes a bipartisan win/win part
of EarthMother's CoPassionate Discernment Network.
Until each political campaign
becomes a NonViolent Communication progression
reinforcing our EcoPolitical CoOperative Health Trust
of and for Earth's Peace Wealth.
Until Type A caste supremacist planning
to extend competing Win v Lose Yang
reweaves equivalently
with processing Type B
nurturing Win/Win
caste-abolishing Yin.
Until Left deductive dominance
panentheistically religions again
with Right inductive
mind-passion/body-pleasure.
Until masculine strength with endurance
also means feminist flow with nurturance
through mutual Left/Right bicameral
cooperativity.
Until day
becomes not so much nightmare.
Until "unsophisticated women"
becomes an oxymoron,
a population of zero,
empty vacuous imaaginary population
now singing more resonant harmonies
dancing more resilient memories.
TRIBUTES TO MY POETRY SINCE CIRO GARGANO CRIME BOSS IS STILL SENDING CORRUPT CITY OFFICIALS TO EXTORT MY AMERICAN POETRY WRITTEN 1999 SUMMITTED BY HAND AND MAIL POETRY DOT COM THE OLD POETRY DOT COM THEY WERE SUED NO LONGER ACTIVE AFTER RIPPING POETS TITLES ZAPPING POETS ORIGINAL WORK WHICH IS WHY I COPY ALL MY WORK AFTER WINNING 1999 2000 2001 AT 3613 BAY AVE. TAMPA FLORIDA TRULY A BLESSING HOWEVER EVERY YEAR I STILL RECIEVE OFFERS TO ALLOW MY POETRY TO BE IN AN ANTHOLOGY I ALWAYS DECLINE SIMPLY BECAUSE I HAVE SEVERAL ANTHOLOGIES OF POETRY CIRO GARGANO JHORE JOHNSON WAS FURIOUS SHE WAS TRYING TO EXTORT MY WORK WITNESS BASED ON MY WEARING WIRES PREGNANT BEING ABDUCTED THE MONSTER AT HOME DOMESTIC VIOLENCE FROM MY CHILDHOOD EYES COCOA MY NICK NAME BEING BORN DURING A BLIZZARD MY DAD PASSED OUT HOT CHOCOLATE THE COLOR OF MY COCOA BROWN SKIN POETRY BECAME MY LIFE ESPECIALLY AFTER THE CAR BOMB I WROTE PANIC ATTACK AND THE WRATH DECEMBER 23RD 2003 2610 PROVIDENCE I NOTICED JHORE JOHNSON TRIED TO DELETE MY TITLES ALTER DATES HER SPECIALTY FALSIFYING DOCUMENTS SHE'S A REAL COCK ROACH 1999 I WAS HURT AT WORK RETIRED DISABILITY SO I SUMMITED WORK TO MONTEL WILLIAMS FOR MS. SURVIVORS I HAVE PEACE A CERTAIN PEACE THAT CAN NEVER BE BROKEN BY IDENTITY FRAUD I AM SO GRATEFUL FOR THE TRADE AND REFERENCE DIVISION AT HOUGHTON AND MILLFLIN ALSO GREAT SOURCE EDUCATIONAL GROUP FOR ASSISTING ME IN WITH MY ORIGINAL WORL AFTER JHORE JOHNSON BROKE INTO MY TOWNHOME IN TAMPA FLORIDA ACTUALLY ARRIVING WITH A GUNMAN TO KILL ME OVER MY AMERICAN POETRY I HAVE TRULY BEEN BLESSED THIS TERROR OCCURED WHILE I LAY BLEEDING AT ANYRATE THAT OLD POETRY DOT COM WAS REPRIMANDED AND WENT OUT OF BUISNESS THIS NEW POETRY DOT COM ISN'T A REAL SIGHT IT'S DESIGNED TO EXTORT POETS POETRY AND PERSONAL INFORMATION GOD BLESS AMERICA
GOD BLESS AMERICA
I can envision you when I seal my eyes at night,
Thinking how you?re physical attributes may compel my vision,
And intrigue my sensual being.
When we converse its like I?ve known your psyche for years,
And the equivalent is just overwhelmed by your intellect dialogue.
You achieve the ambition to be something exquisite in life,
That makes the humanity be flabbergasted by you,
And assertive by your egotistical stature.
When you are glanced at by the society,
you illustrate this prestige of admiration to be bestowed upon you.
Your educational standpoint is immaculate,
And makes other resentment your spirit;
But it keens them to enhance themselves in life.
You are the one that God prepared for eye scrutiny,
And to allow other women to seek the precision of an authentic woman. .
You articulate about u want a operate in your life,
And not declare some ill-mannered perception of what others may bestowed in
times.
You never had bitter in your heart,
Just the motivation to know that God will propel the genuine one to you,
And you will remain patiently for them to come.
Your common sense is zealous on diversion,
And knows authentic from the replica of impostors of your heart.
My thought of you radiate in my mind,
And torments me furiously at night because I can?t touch your skin.
But through the prayer to my heavenly being,
I know one day I shall convene your perception.
And when I do congregate you,
My yearning is blessed by observing you.
So One,
You assemble in my dreams,
And I linger for you in my heart.
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